A/N: For All sorts of Love challenge, this is my Crack pairing, I think Moaning Myrtle and Severus Snape is pretty Crack.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Come Back for Me
I wanted to touch her, feel her skin against mine. I imagine it to be cold, not uncomfortably, a perfect temperature for someone like me. I was a heater, always overly hot and her cool touch is something I knew I needed.
I stumbled onto her by accident. Of course we have all heard the tale of the girl who haunts the girls bathroom on the second floor. I honestly had no interest in a ghost, she would hardly prove useful, to me, in conversation or otherwise. Yet, one day, at the beginning of my sixth year, Potter and his band of nitwits followed me, the intention to torment me was no doubt fresh in their mind. Most likely something to do with the fight I instigated with Lily. So when I had a few metres of distance between us I slipped into the first door I could, stumbling into a bathroom and starring at a ghost.
The girl was young and she was angry, her eyes where dark as she came closer, no doubt to yell and blow my cover. I held up my hand, in a desperate attempted, it would not bode well for Potter to find me in a bathroom, a girl's no less.
"Please," I said desperately. She stopped where she was and cocked her head to the side, her eyes growing softer, like she understood. Minutes past and I felt the option to leave was there now.
"Thank you," I said softly opening the door and making sure no one was in the hall.
"Come back," she whispered, when I turned to look at her she was gone. But there was something about her voice that made me come back. She was desperate, she was lonely, she was just like me. So I returned whenever I could. At first we stared at each other for a while then she started to talk, we talked about the only thing we had in common, bullies. After a while it became broader, things we had learnt, our families, people who influenced us.
At the end of my seventh year I confessed to her how I felt.
"I think I love you," I said. The stories told of her were inaccurate, she was sweet, kind, brought into a bathroom and killed by a man, no a boy, she was convinced loved her. Her eyes were calm and sweet, and even in her ghostly state her glasses fell down the bridge of her nose. Every time she corrected them I could imagine a blush creeping to her cheeks.
"You can't love me," she whispered her figure hovering in front of me.
"I wish I could have met you," I said making her smile, a rare and yet beautiful occasion. "I would have made you feel special," I said reaching forward in an attempt to feel her soft skin against my hand, but all I felt was a chill as my hand fell through her ghostly form. Her smile faded and she stared at the ground.
"I will miss you," she said solemnly.
"I will come back," I assured her.
I kept my promise. I came back for her, something she could not do for me, even if she wanted to, above all something that no one ever did for me. I hated the kids of Hogwarts, every year they got stupider, but the rare moments I got to slip into the bathroom and look at Myrtle, made it worth it, because she was mine, no one understood her like I did. I loved Myrtle. Even if she didn't say it, I knew she felt the same for me. If only I could bring her back.