Myrtle Moaning
Myrtle Moaning
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Myrtle Moaning
By Yerst
Harry was horny again.
He walked down one of Hogwarts’ many great and ancient hallways from the
library, having completed some research on a particularly mind-boggling and over-complicated
essay assignment given to him by Professor Snape.
either, not with ghosts hanging around, especially Peeves.
Harry snuck into a bathroom stall and was going at it with full confidence that
he was alone. The second he climaxed,
though, he heard that familiar cackling and the toilet seats in the stalls
around him began to clatter. That noise
is startling enough as it is, resounding and amplifying off those tile bathroom
walls, but it was humiliating that Peeves found him out.
usual. In the end, Peeves ruined a good
feeling, and that made Harry antsy.
Harry was making his way slowly up the shifting stairs
toward the Gryffindor tower now. This
was maddening! Harry knew that seventeen
was the age of sexual pique for most teenage boys, but he had no idea what that
meant until now that he actually experienced it.
under the skin, and it pricked up every time he saw a girl remotely attractive,
most especially Hermione. He lost count
of the times he fantasized about her bare breasts and white thighs lying over
him as he pulled on his organ. Inevitably
though he sought out other girls in his mind; it really just depended on his
mood. Sometimes it would be Ginny (not
that he’d ever tell Ron!), sometimes Pansy or Parvati.
his mind was exciting for a time, but in the end it was simply a sexy naked
female body with a different face gyrating under him or going down on him or,
well, whatever the mood brought.
“Hiya Harry,” he suddenly heard a
girl giggle. Harry looked up from his
thoughts, and there was Cho!
walking with a girl Harry knew in passing.
She smiled at him as they passed, and he had just enough time to return
a low “hullo” before they were off.
Regardless of the complex relationship Harry and Cho
had--full of sadness, some sweet history, with ups and downs, but now
stagnant--he couldn’t deny how beautiful she was.
captivating, and he loved the little expressions her cheeks and mouth toyed
with. Such genuine feelings, though,
were quickly replaced with more lascivious ones as he continued walking and
began imagining her naked.
Harry wasn’t aware of the hard-on he was suddenly sporting
at first. It strained and made his pants
tight, and he fumbled in his pockets to straighten it out and keep it
inconspicuous. Thank goodness his baggy
shirt and robes did a descent job of hiding such unseemly bulges.
got spontaneous erections every hour of the day and without any real
reason. It was seeing
her. How treacherous the male body could
be! Why today of all days was he—
Harry looked up and realized he was standing in front of one
of the abandoned bathrooms on the second floor.
How the hell did he get here?
Damn stairs. No, he should have
been mindful of where he was going. A
lack of attention was dangerous, or at least confounding, in the halls and
along the stairs of Hogwarts.
Still…perhaps it was a fortuitous opportunity.
found it sufficiently empty. He could
easily crank out a quick one, especially with the fire already nestled in his
lower belly from his unruly thoughts and run in with Cho.
too. Ah, the blissful curse of a mind
unreadable--well, for the most part.
Ever since the Chamber of Secrets incident of second year, stories have
begun circulating of Harry, Ron, and Hermione’s adventures.
had been doing secret potion experiments in the girl’s bathroom that Moaning
Myrtle haunted--though thankfully the details were hazy and kept from
professors--several students thought the idea cool and began doing their own
spells and experiments. It wasn’t long
before many bathrooms were either blown up or put out of commission in some
way. One boy’s lavatory on the fifth
floor was filled to the brim with crocodiles; the culprit, a not-too-bright
This was one such bathroom, a girl’s room, put out of commission
by a spell that made the walls shriek.
With those echoing tiled walls, it was all the worse.
placate so he went for it. As he entered
the room, wand at the ready, screams and yelps filled his ears like screeching
metal. While he could still briefly
concentrate, Harry pointed his wand at his own head and shouted, “
cacophony immediately stopped.
After the Peeves incident, Harry became adept at using magic
to secure himself privacy for such embarrassing moments of which he was about
to partake. No doubt other students had
thought of it too before him and he was surprised the concept came so late to
him, relying on the rare moments the Gryffindor common room lavatory was
free. Fortunately those bathroom stalls
and showers were magically protected from any kind of peeking--ghostly or
otherwise--but bathrooms beyond them generally weren’t.
the time during the transition between periods.
For such moments, Harry relied sometimes on his invisibility cloak,
which he knew wasn’t entirely impervious to spying--consider Mad-Eye Moody’s
eye. Other times he used certain
enchantments or cast otherwise banal protection or neglect spells.
walked in on him once, and that was embarrassing enough, even though the poor
boy doesn’t remember a thing.
Fore this bathroom, Harry simply took his own hearing
away. It was a simple spell, though the
practice in order to say it without the ability to hear oneself
say it, a requirement most people take for granted to pronounce a word properly.
hearing for the brief moment he would be in here.
long time and even if they did he wouldn’t hear them nor they hear him.
Harry quickly shuttered himself into a stall at the far end
of the room. He hung his cloak on the
inside stall hanger, pulled his shirt up above his head so it wouldn’t get in
the way, and released his aching member from his pants.
and it reamademade the sexy voices in his head louder.
fantasy take over was how he should maybe try and get a girlfriend, if he
could, and finally have some real sex.
He had closed his eyes without realizing it, the image of
body must look like. Her dark russet
nipples stood out most clearly in the image and before long his muscles stiffened
and he climaxed over the toilet bowel, his legs straddling both sides of it as
he faced the wall.
As the pleasure and haze began to lift from his mind, Harry
opened his eyes slowly. He looked down
at the mess he left in the toilet water, but before he could reach for the handle
something caught his eye. He looked
quickly to his t ant and saw the face of Moaning Myrtle, just the face, as it
was poking through the stall wall floating about eye-level with Harry.
she beheld, and Harry could see from the big grin on her face that she saw
everything. When she noticed he was
looking, her face darted back through the stall wall and no doubt she floated
off in a hurry, but probably not before catching the look of total shock,
horror, and embarrassment that flooded Harry’s face.
Harry froze. He
couldn’t believe it! He had been
caught…by Moaning Myrtle! Damn it!
the toilet. Then in a frenzy he zipped
himself up, put his shirt back properly and gathered his cloak.
bathroom, pointing his wand at his head and shouting “Auris!”
as he passed through the threshold. He
caught the fading sounds of the screeching as his hearing returned and the
bathroom door slid closed behind him.
Another damn ghost!
And this time is was Myrtle, of all of them!
he could up the still empty hall. He had
problems with Myrtle beforpan pan style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Harry was
convinced she had a crush on him, if it was possible for a ghost.
his second year, it was the only time she smiled really.
him already nearly naked while he was deciphering a puzzle in that bath for the
Tri-Wizard Tournament. She had been
surprisingly helpful, but still. She
giggled in his presence all the time it seemed.
She giggled now.
Harry stopped in his tracks as the clinking sound of her laughter filled
the empty hall. He looked at the wall to
his left, and there she was, floating half out of it, the dark brown of the
block walls dimmed by her emanation. She
was staring at Harry with that same gleeful look.
“Hello, Harry,” she said, laughter bubbling around her
words.
“Myrtle, I…” he didn’t know what to say.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell…too many people,” she cackled.
“Myrtle, please don’t,” Harry yelped.
“You’re a very sexy boy, Harry,” with a different look on
her face now, one Harry couldn’t entirely place but somehow still recognized.
something for me.” Whatever that
“W-what is that?” Harry asked.
“I want you to come back and do that again tomorrow,” Myrtle
replied. “Same time.
same empty hallway, so no one will be around.
Besides, I can keep other ghosts or anything else from finding out.
or anything. Just do it again.”
Now Harry was perplexed.
She was trying to blackmail him!
Yet he couldn’t help feeling slightly more relaxed at the prospect.
after all, and now she was promising away emb embarrassments.
Why are you doing this?” Harry
finally spoke.
“I’ve seen a lot of boys these past fifty years or so,
Harry. You’d be surprised at the kind of
lewd acts we ghosts have witnessed. Some
have been fun, others disgusting. But I
like you, Harry. You make me feel a way
I rarely felt even wh was was alive. And
I especially felt a strange kind of feeling as I watched you in the Shrieking
Stalls. For the first time in my
afterlife, I didn’t feel cold.”
Harry was still red, but oddly now more from blushing than
from embarrassment. “Why were you in
there anyway?” he asked.
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Harry couldn’t tell if Myrtle was blushing, considering the
constant blue tone of her shade, but she turned down her face like she
was. “Generally I go in there because
the scr rem remind me oddly of life and death at the same time.
would do what countless boys and quite a number of girls have done before
you. I was not disappointed.
“I don’t know, Myrtle,” Harry said hesitantly.
Suddenly she looked crestfallen and pleading.
voice.
Harry was struck that instead of threatening she resorted to
begging. Myrtle holy wly wanted to
partake in that voyeuristic act again.
Harry considered, and as he did the idea became less unappealing to
him. She was after all offering a sort
of protection, the most effective to date.
He couldn’t imagine being as embarrassed with her as he was initially,
though knowing she was watching would probably make him feel uncomfortably
self-conscious. Still.
idea. Having a girl
watch him, even a dead girl.
Ignoring the fact that she was technically about three times older than
him, she was (meta)physically around his age, if a bit
younger. And…she was actually kind of
cute. Attractive even.
“A-alright,” Harry finally said.
But promise you won’t let anybody else catch me.
Myrtle’s transparent face lit up with happiness and glad
relief. “Oh, absolutely, Harry!
Harry gave her a half-worried smile.
“Right, Harry!”
Myrtle giggled again, her face smiling, then
she swiftly melted back into the wall and went off to unknown parts of Hogwarts.
Harry stood for a moment trying to process exactly what he had
just agreed to. He would dwell on it
that night once he returned to his room and the comfort of his bed.
sanctuary he woke the next morning with the vague memory that he dreamed of
Myrtle, not sure in what manner though.
He got up and dressed, spending the day of classes trying to keep his
mind off of the impending event to happen that early evening.
mind, it was time to head back down to the second floor girl’s lavatory, to the
Shrieking Stalls.
When he got to the bathroom Myrtle was waiting by the door
floating a foot or two off the ground and looking obviously like she was
waiting for someone. There was a little
bit of nervousness on her face too.
Maybe she was worried that Harry wouldn’t show.
feigned a smile.
“Hey, Harry!” she couldn’t hide the excitement and
anticipation in her voice.
“Hey,” Harry replied simply.
“Feeling horny?” she asked, again excitement falling from
her throat.
“Um, not particularly,” he was telling the truth.
robbed him of his generally uncontrollable lust.
surprisingly attractive today though.
Did he just never notice before?
A brief moment of disappointment shadowed her face, but it
quickly fell away and Myrtle winked at Harry.
“Don’t worry, I think I can help that.
Shrieking Stalls. As pleasant as the
screams can be they’re distracting, and I’d prefer you to be in full command of
your hearing.” She grinned
her Myrtle grin.
“But then where--“
“Follow me,” Myrtle interrupted.
random students passing occasionally, but none seemed to care or notice Myrtle
with Harry following. Before long Harry
was not quite sure where he was. He was
about to ask when she suddenly floated right through the wall on his right.
“Myrtle?” Harry asked, startled.
“Hold on!” A distant and disembodied voice responded.
portion of the wall suddenly swung out and opened along previously concealed
hinges and cracks. Harry stood before
the dark threshold of a secret room.
Myrtle shortly appeared back in front of him, floating out from inside,
and without saying a word she beckoned him in with her finger.
As Harry walked in, his eyes adjusted and he saw that it
wasn’t as bitch black as he thought, just dimly lit.
behind him shut and Harry was locked in a hidden room that had very little in
the way of decorum. It wasn’t much
bigger than a bedroom, and probably was just that because against the far wall
was an ancient looking bed.
looked decades old, faded reds and tattered
frills. Next to that was a thin night
table with a tall dark brown lamp that was the only source of light in the
room. A broken four-foot tall bookshelf
lay dejected in the corner to Harry’s left.
Beyond that was a thin patterned rug that covered the rock ground and
everything looked dusty.
allergies. Floating a few feet in front
of him was Myrtle. The bed appeared hazy
through her transparent body, but she looked surprisingly more substantial in
the dim lighting. Three rolls of toilet
paper lay scattered on the floor beneath her.
She was still smiling.
“What is this place?” Harry finally asked.
“One of many secret places,” Myrtle replied.
bedroom, long unused. I found it
two decades ago in my wanderings through the school and I’m certain no one
else, not even Peeves, knows about it.”
This specific detail comforted Harry greatly, but he had
little time to enjoy the feeling before Myrtle was floating over to the bed and
patted the top of the comforter.
“I dusted if fof for you,” she said timidly.
for…you know…” She may be a ghost but
she was also a teenage girl, and that was evident now more than ever.
Harry walked over to the bed and sat down on it, feeling
more nervous than ever. He didn’t
realize how anxious this had made him.
His mind reeled with confusion.
She was a ghost, but she was a person.
Was this masturbation or foreplay?
Oh man! Harry was basically going
to be jacking off in front of someone.
His heart pace quickly picked up.
“I…I don’t know if I can do this, Myrtle,” he finally
said. “I’m sorry.”
This time Myrtle didn’t give a look of disappointment,
rather she was still wearing her mischievous grin.
mischievous?
“Oh no you don’t, Harry Potter,”
she replied. “No turning back now.
the buttoned up school blouse that Myrtle had always worn, that had always been
a part of her ghostly figure, suddenly melted away in a wisp of smoke.
in front of Harry wearing her school skirt, her knee-high socks,
hair was still tied in plaits and she still wore her ghostly glasses.
bra. And her breasts were as translucent
and blue as the rest of her, but once Harry got past that, they were amazing!
Harry gasped.
Floating untouchable right in front of his face were a pair of gorgeous,
surprisingly large breasts, with perfect round nipples of a deeper, slightly
more opaque blue; and they were hard. If
only they were substantial! Harry
reached out anyway and tried to grasp at one, clouded by a sudden urgent prick
of lust. His hand went straight through
Myrtle’s chest, but she jumped and giggled anyway.
“Does this help?” she asked coquettishly.
Harry nodded, wordlessly.
This wasn’t entirely physical, but it was far more concrete than the
most vivid fantasy his mind could conjure.
He could feel his sudden and already oppressed hard-on pressing against
the inside of his pants.
“Take off your clothes, Harry,” Myrtle said what a thickness
in her voice. “And I’ll take off the
rest of mine.” And Harry did, stripping
away his cloak and shirt and shoes, socks, and pants; all the while under the
spell of Myrtle’s bare breasts and soon her equally bare bottom.
face grew increasingly hungrier. It took
very little time before Harry sat completely naked on the ancient bed with
Myrtle naked, beautiful, and expectant floating in front of him.
There was something oddly liberating about being completely
naked, especially in front of a girl.
Harry was exposed and vulnerable, but he felt strangely safe.
perceptions, but there was something sweet, safe, and ultimately longing in
Myrtle’s clear eyes. He had no doubt
that if not for the barrier of life and death they would be having sex right
now, complete living sex. For the
moment, Harry wasn’t sure what to call this, but feelings of speculation quickly
drained from his mind and all that mattered was satisfying the ache in his
groin. He lay down on the bed
length-wise, filling it out fully, and Myrtle followed his movements, rising up
over him and straddling him with her insubstantial legs.
familiar chill one usually feels when living flesh meets the gossamer
quintessence of shade’s skin.
“I’m feeling that warmth again,” Myrtle said, almost in
response to Harry’s thoughts. They both
smiled at each other. “Now touch yourself.”
Harry relaxed as best he could, concentrating
on his desire and the anticipation. He
watched Myrtle’s body, and as if on cue she began arching her back and gyrating
over his thighs. And she began
moaning. Not at all
like she normally moans. This was
sexy, this was deeply erotic.s\'> Harry
began to stroke his penis, lifting its hardness a little off from his lower
belly and slowly sliding his right hand up and down its shaft.
familiar knot tighten and a little burst of kinetic pleasure.
It didn’t take much time before Harry’s body began to tremble
and his pace became erratic. His hand
moved speedily along the length of his member, the pleasure mounting, aided by
the amazing sight of Myrtle’s nude body floating above his own.
beating quickly for some time.
“Wait,” Myrtle suddenly said, halting her moaning.
“What?” said Harry, panting and a little impatient.
“Myrtle smoothly floated farther up Harry’s thighs, the
ghostly outline of her own feminine sex resting right where it would if Harry
was actually inside of her. And for all
intents and purposes, he was inside of her, just in the way oostsosts and not
of sex…mostly. He could, surprisingly,
feel a strange heat from where her groin sat upon his, or at least gave the appearance
of such a connection. “Lift
“Myrtle…?” Harry replied.
“Just do it, Harry,” Myrtle said in a rasp.
Harry didn’t contest but did exactly what she asked.
ceiling. He could see it through
Myrtle’s translucent lower belly, sitting up inside of her where it would be if
flesh were inside flesh.
“Now stroke,” Myrtle said.
Harry quickly came back to his ragged beating.
her hips intersecting with his and she continued to moan.
time. Soon they rocked in sync, their
hips bucking together and Harry was infinitely aroused by the sight of Myrtle’s
breasts bouncing up in front of him, as if actually affected by gravity.
times but he staved off to keep watching Myrtle, whose motions were growing
more fevered. The look on her face
appeared as intensely filled with pleasure as Harry’s was and he wondered
shortly if she was doing this for him or if she was actually feeling
something. The thought was short-lived
though as he was overtaken by the intense pleasure of the experience.
pleasure igniting with each passing second, and he imagined intently that he
was actually feeling Myrtle’s giving, secret flesh and not his own hand.
thrusting his hips up into Myrtle who yelped out in pleasure every time he did,
her eyes squinted closed and back arched.
A few minutes later and Harry couldn’t hold back anymore.
final building of the good fire in his groin, and what’s more, he saw through
squinted eyes that Myrtle was beginning to tense up.
bodies bucked wildly into each other and amid the moaning Harry heard Myrtle
whisper, “I can…feel it…I…can feel it…”
Finally, eyes slammed shut, Harry released and let the
boiling pleasure of his climax blossom out from his waste.
Myrtle and, his brain clotted with ecstasy, he thought hazily for a second that
he actually could feel her burning body weighted on top of his.
to a crescendo and she screamed. Their
bodies, one corporeal the other not, remained rigid and stiff for a
moment. Harry finally opened his eyes and
saw Myrtle lying down, her torso on his, her head resting on his shoulder, panting
and letting out little whimpers of pleasure.
pan>pan>She actually looked like weight on Harry, but he couldn’t feel her, and
her hair looked mussed up and wet.
Not long afterward the cold feeling associated with ghostly
contact was returning and spreading over Harry’s chest.
knowingly floated up over his body and remained levitating above him, her body
straight and parallel with his. She
faced down, looking into his face, her own features slightly colored and
pleasantly tired, and they both shared a supremely blissful and satisfied
expression.
“Wow…” escaped from Harry’s lips.
“Yes…” Myrtle responded in a whisper and leaned down to kiss
Harry gently over his mouth. He thought
for moment that he felt the cool smoothness of her lips.
again. “I felt it, Harry.
completion.
Harry didn’t question it, he simply responded, “So did
I.” He was still a little breathless.
As his mind cleared from the afterglow, Harry sat up and
looked down at his spent and now flaccid penis.
The product of his lust dripped down in great quantities around his
inner thighs, white drops of it speckling his lower belly.
paper on the ground, Myrtle had brought it up to the sheets.
clump. Myrtle, he noticed, was fully
dressed again, looking almost as if nothing happened.
himself up. Once satisfied with the job,
Harry got up and dressed.
“I felt it, Harry,” Myrtle finally spoke, repeating her
previous wonder. She seemed almost
entranced by the idea. And Harry was
beginning to feel the same.
“How?” he asked.
“I don’t really know,” she replied.
foods. You know, like at Death Day
parties. We ghosts have to do it because
it’s so strong, and our senses only feel something living when it’s very
powerful. The sensation between us was
extremely powerful, and I know that I orgasmed.
recognize that feeling. That was so long
ago… God, it was so good too, Harry.”
Harry smiled. “It was
good for me too, Myrtle.
recall feeling like that when I’ve masturbated before.
but it was more than jacking off.”
Myrtle nodded. “Yes,”
she said, looking into her own thoughts.
“Yes. I think it’s alright to say
that we had sex. Not normal sex, but
that’s the closest thing to it.” She
suddenly giggled mischievously. “I lost
my virginity to you, Harry Potter.”
Harry grew wide-eyed, but he grinned.
“Nope,” Myrtle affirmed.
“I can’t imagine it being any better than that either.”
her face. Then she sighed.
death,” she paused, then her grin widened and she laughed.
Harry laughed a little too.
“Well, I suppose it’s safe to say that I just lost my virginity
too. Didn’t imagine in my wildest
fantasies that it would happen like this, but I don’t regret it and I’m not the
least bit disappointed.” They shared a
contented smile and sighed together.
Jolting out of their post-coital reverie, Harry started for
the door and Myrtle floated alongside him.
“So, same time tomorrow?” Myrtle said with hope in her high voice.
ministration that Myrtle dealt with within the wall.
Harry gave his own big grin.
He >He supposed he wouldn’t need a girlfriend now.
laughed. Myrtle joined him, clearly
enjoying the double meaning her name now held, at least with Harry.
Myrtle gave him another evanescent kiss on the lips before she led him back to
find his way to the Gryffindor tower. he
heated connection flitting between the two as they moved, as hidden and secret
as the room in which it was founded.
The End.
Author’s Note: Should
I even say anything? I must have been on
something when I came up with this idea.
But some ideas, no matter how depraved (and this pretty depraved), are
so strong that they need to be carried through.
And it was just too enticing to be the only person, as far as I know, to
ever write a Harry/Moaning Myrtle story, and one so explicit!
story, please let me know. It’d love to
read it. There are some pretty weird and
sick fanfics out there, and I guess this classifies as
one of them. I only hope there is some
modicum of art in this short story, that there is something redeemable about
it, though I can’t fathom what.
are greatly appreciated. Go ahead and
roast me!