Myrtle Moaning

There was a certain Ravenclaw girl that Harry Potter had met early on in his studies at Hogwarts. Now, she wasn't a normal girl, not that Hogwarts students were considered normal. She was a ghost, a real life ghost. Hanging around the second floors girl's bathroom, Moaning Myrtle found her existence to be a lonely one. She was so lonely that to keep from going insane, she would flood her bathroom and haunt anyone foolish enough to step through the door. She never really made the connection between her loneliness and scaring people away.

The polyjuice potion, the chamber of secrets, the golden egg from the tri wizard tournament, Moaning Myrtle had always been there, helping Harry. Ron seemed to think that Myrtle fancied Harry, but Harry doubted it. Doubt seemed to weigh heavy on Harry's mind. He who must not be named, Snape running around Hogwarts, Cho, Harry's mind and heart were filled with chaos. Looking for a place to relax, Harry found himself sneaking back in to the Prefect's bathroom once again.

And what a wonderful bathroom it was, marble floors and walls, stain glass windows and magical faucets that had all different kind of enchanted bath waters. Wanting only to escape from his own mind, Harry grabbed the first one and let it fill the bath with vanilla scented water. Letting his robes fall in a heap, he climbed in to the hot water and let it carry him away.

"Oh, hi ya Harry." Moaning Myrtle said with a soft cackle.

Harry immediately covered himself. "Myrtle, what are you doing up here?"

"Oh nothing... one of the Hufflepuff's prefects likes to take a bath about this time, you just missed him." Myrtle said with a mischievous grin.

Picking up on what Myrtle was hinting at, Harry scooted away. "So you've been here the whole time?"

"Oh, don't be such a stranger, Harry." Myrtle said, scooting closer to Him.

It was strange, Myrtle was in the water next to him, but she wasn't getting wet. Her ghostly figure floated though the water with ease, but she acted like she was struggling against it. She must have had a lot of practice because Harry seemed to forget that she was a ghost.

"Hey, not so close." Harry said with a red face.

"Oh come now Harry, I haven't seen you in so long. And it's been so lonely in the second floors girls’ bathroom without you sneaking around it." Myrtle said, looking longingly at him.

Pulling a towel carefully around himself, Harry climbed out of the bath. "Sorry Myrtle, I've just been so busy as of late. And well, I'm busy now too, so, I've got to go."

That accomplished nothing. Neither relaxed nor cleaned Harry hurried off to Gryffindor’s bathroom to finish what he started in, but in privacy. It was such a late hour that the Gryffindor’s baths were empty. It wasn't as fancy as the prefect's bath, but it was Myrtle-less. After a quick dip, he headed off to bed, his head still filled with chaos.

Classes really started to get to Harry. With all the commotion going on during the year, he really didn't have the energy for class work. Ron seemed to be just as overwhelmed as Harry, begging Hermione to do his homework for him. After being lectured about the importance of doing one's own work, Ron plopped down next to Harry.

"Women..." Ron said.

Harry thought of Cho, then Ginny, wishing he had a girlfriend to complain about. "Yeah... women."

For some reason, Harry's mind thought of Moaning Myrtle. "Women..." Harry repeated.

Days passed slowly and Harry found himself in need of a little relaxation. Snape kicked Harry out of potions so Harry headed to the Gryffindor’s bathroom again. This time it was filled wall to wall with students. Everybody wanted to ask him about how he had beaten that dragon in the tri wizard tournament or ask him about quidditch. Being badgered beyond belief, Harry stopped, before even loosening his shoelaces, and ran like a escaped convict.

With nowhere else to go, Harry decided to head to the prefect's bathroom once again. Using the Marauder's map to make sure the bath room was empty, he quickly ducking inside. Wanting to relax for as long as he could, he dropped his robe and jumped in to the bath in one motion. All the anger, all the stress, slipped away from him as the warmth penetrated him all the way to the bone. Every heartbeat sent ripples across the water; every breath caused tiny waves to form with the slow rise and fall of his chest.

"Come to see me again?" Myrtle's almost seductive voice called out to Harry.

"You again?" Harry said, feeling the world swimming back to him.

"Oh, don't you seem pleasant? Life's got you down?" Myrtle said, floating down nest to him.

"No, I'm just a little stressed out." Harry said, still dizzy from the heat.

"Came here to relax then?" Myrtle said, looking at Harry's naked form through the water.

"Hey! Where do you think you're looking?" Harry panicked, turning beet red.

"Oh, come now Harry. No need to be shy." Myrtle said, letting her ghostly hand reach out to Harry shoulder.

A strange feeling crept up to the spot where Myrtle's hand had touched him. It wasn't the first time Harry had felt a ghost, but it still freaked him out. It wasn't a physical feeling, but Harry could feel it, cold but real. Harry was sure if he were to close his eyes, he would still be able to feel Myrtle's touch. Looking intently in to Myrtle's eyes, he wondered what it would have been like to have known Myrtle when she was still alive. It was because of Voldamort that Myrtle had been killed. It had been Voldamort's basilisk that had killed Myrtle, the same basilisk that he had killed in his second year at Hogwarts. Myrtle was just another victim of Voldamort's wrath, and for the first time, Harry felt a deep connection to Myrtle. He felt his heart felt a ping of pain and wonder as he fell deep in to Myrtle's transparent eyes.

"Myrtle, can I kiss you?" Harry said in a daze.

"Kiss me? You want to kiss me?" Myrtle said in surprise.

"Is that weird? I mean, because you're a ghost." Harry said, wondering what he was doing.

Myrtle smiled, "No, it's just, you're the first person who's ever wanted to kiss me, alive or dead."

Without another word, Harry leaned in close to Myrtle and pressed his lips to where Myrtle's were. A strange ghostly tingle tickled his lips, but it didn't make him feel uneasy. On the contrary, his heart swelled with emotion. Even though his lips disappeared in to Myrtle's, the kiss felt more real than the kiss he shared with Cho. Without thinking about it, Harry's hand came up to be placed on Myrtle's shoulder, but it sank in to her body. Harry, thinking he would support his weight with Myrtle's shoulder, slipped and fell in to the bath.

Coughing the water from his lungs, Harry said, "Sorry, I forgot you were a ghost."

"Really?" Myrtle asked, her eyes watering up in joy.

"Yeah, you're just you." Harry said, blankly.

With a quick peck, Myrtle gave Harry another ghostly kiss before she disappeared, squealing with joy.

Harry wasn't sure why he had done it, he was just happy that he did. Life seemed to change for Harry. All the problems in his life seemed less important. His classes seemed less stressful. Even Snape seemed less of a git. Each day, after classes, Harry would slip on his invisibility cloak and sneak in to the second floor's girl's bathroom to talk with Myrtle. And at night, he would sneak in to the prefect's bathroom. He found that if he held her under the warm water, it almost felt like touching a real person. The more he held her, the better he could describe the feeling of touching a ghost. It was cold, but alive, as if the ghostly body was breathing, blood floating through her veins. Even though he knew it was foolish to think he could feel anything, he still wanted to believe that he could touch the girl who made his heart feel fuzzy.

One night warm, in the prefect's bathroom, Harry found a very fidgety Myrtle. Running a hot bath for the both of them, he disrobed and climbed in to the intoxicating waters.

"Harry, would you want to see me?" Myrtle asked nervously.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"Would you want to see... my body?" Myrtle asked in a very low voice.

"Is that possible?" Harry asked in wonder.

Myrtle pondered for a while, "Well, sort of. When I died, I was wearing my school robes. I can take them off, even change my appearance, but my cloths will reappear if I don't pay attention. It's weird, but I guess that's just what happens when you're a ghost."

"Um... sure. I mean, I'd like to see." Harry said, very curious.

Even through her transparent pale skin, Myrtle's cheeks turned a rosy pink. Slowly reaching behind her, Myrtle loosened her robes and pulled them off over her shoulders. As she removed layer after layer of her robes, Myrtle's body started to revel to Harry's eyes. Her pale skin seemed to be bathed in moonlight. It was the first time he had seen a naked woman, and the fact that she was a ghost didn't change the experience at all.

Harry's heart and body raced as Myrtle's robes fell around her, disappearing around her ankles. Myrtle's breasts perked up in to the night air, her skin grew goose bumps as she felt embarrassed and cold. Myrtle's hands covered her privet areas out of instinct, but as her confidents grew, her arms slowly fell, giving him clear view of her entire body. He was taken aback by her beauty. Not to say Myrtle was particularly beautiful, but standing there, in front of Harry, naked and shy, he thought that she was the most beautiful woman alive.

"Wow..." Harry said in amazement.

"Oh, I know I look dreadful." Myrtle said with a groan.

"Far from it," Harry said, reaching out a hand to Myrtle's chest, "May I?"

Myrtle, too shocked to answer, could only nod. Harry's hand touched Myrtle's breast. With a slight squeeze, his fingers sank in to her ghostly form, Myrtle gave off a low nasally moan. He thought for sure that he could feel her heart beating. Leaning down, he took a long look at Myrtle's breasts, watching them rise and fall as she breathed. Overcome with excitement, he dipped his lips down and gave her ghostly nipple a soft lick. A strange feeling covered his tongue, sending chills down Harry's spine. Myrtle too, felt a chill, causing her to moan out loud. Harry laughed.

"What's so funny?" Myrtle asked in an irritated tone.

"Oh, nothing. It's just, with your nick name and all. Moaning Myrtle." Harry said with a grin.

"Oh, right," Myrtle said, giving Harry a seductive smile. "They don't call me that for nothing."

With a giggle Harry reached out to tickle Myrtle, but forgetting she was a ghost. But Myrtle laughed and reacted like it was real, the both of them were getting lost in the moment. Climbing out of the bath, Myrtle motioned for Harry to follow her. Now it was Harry's turn to be on display. Water dripped from his body, his muscles, his excited erection.

"Oh what do we have here?" Myrtle said, looking at Harry's crotch, "Excited are we?"

Harry nodded, wondering if that made him a necrophiliac. Myrtle reached her hand down, placing it on Harry's cock. It had grown large, filling with blood. As her ghostly hand touched Harry let out a sharp gasp, his both twitching at the strange sensation of cold she gave off. Myrtle wrapped her fingers around Harry's cock, trying not to sink in to his body. With careful strokes, Myrtle moved her hand up and down his shaft.

Harry couldn't believe what he was feeling. It was like a cool breeze was tickling him in his most sanative area. Watching Myrtles eyes as she stared at his naked form excited him even more. It was all too much for much for Harry to take, his cock started to throb painfully.

"Use your mouth." Harry grunted through gritted teeth.

"Like this?" Myrtles mused as she lowered her mouth down on to Harry's throbbing shaft.

It actually felt warm, Harry thought, not knowing if it was real or if his mind was just playing tricks on him. Myrtle bobbed her head up and down, looking up at Harry as she moved. It was amazing, the cold ghostly feeling on Harry's cock, he could almost feel the saliva that was dripping from her mouth. As she moved more franticly, Harry could see the tip of his dick sticking out of the back of her neck, a strange sexual sight. Myrtle moaned deeply in her throat and he lost it. His body twitched and Harry blew a wad of hot cum in to Myrtle's lips, through her mouth and out of the back of her head, which landed on the floor. Twitch after twitch sent more and more of his cum flying through Myrtles ghostly body, splattering behind her. With a final grunt, Harry trusted with all his might, sending a hot spurt across the room, hitting the wall across from them.

"I, I can taste it!" Cried Myrtle in surprise.

Her statement sent over the edge again, his body twitching in painful ecstasy.

"Wow Myrtle, I didn't think something like that was possible." Harry said, climbing back in to the bath to clean himself up.

"That what wasn't possible?" Myrtle asked, smiling at him.

"Well you know, sex. With a ghost." Harry said, embarrassed.

Myrtle grinned. Pretending to pick up her clothes, Myrtle bent over, giving Harry full view of her naked behind. "Oh, Harry," Myrtle said in a seductive voice. "We haven't had sex... yet."


To be continued

Author’s notes

I thought of this fic while watching one of the movies. Anyways… it looks obvious where this story is going, but if anyone has any sugestions, let me know, and I’ll gladly try and and it in. Also, I’m still new to writing, so if anyone niticed any errors or things that really need to be fixed, please let me know, that way you won’t have to see them in my next story.

Big thanks to HoosYourDaddy for the tips, I've changed a few things you pointed out, and I'm planning to rewrite the mid section in a few days. Thank you, really.

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