Chapter One
I do not own any of the characters. I only own the plot. The pairing might not be original, but it was a sudden hit of inspiration that made me write this story, so there might not be much originality in it. I am not a particularly good writer, so there might be a lot of mistakes in the story. But do enjoy it!
She turned. Someone had been calling her name. She peered hopefully over her shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of pale blonde hair over the door of the cubicle. Instead, she got a handful of dung bombs shoved into her face by the person outside. "Oi! Nice treat right? But I reckon you can't smell it. Such a pity. After all, you are –" the boy, whom she recognized as Blaise Zabini, made a cutting movement across his throat. She gave a great sniff, only causing more malicious laughter from the pretty boy.
"How did you know I'm here?" the spirit asked, hoping very much that the pale boy she longed for was the one who mentioned her presence in the male toilet to his fellow Slytherin.
"Why did you ask? But of course, I am most kind, and I shall satisfy your ghostly – sorry, ghastly curiosities. Every boy who entered this toilet complained that they heard sobbing. One boy actually used the cubicle you were in and got a fright of his lifetime, seeing your ugly face at the S-bend!" Blaise Zabini cackled gleefully when he saw her angry expression over the door of the cubicle.
Moaning Myrtle advanced upon Zabini, wringing her insubstantial fingers. She glared at the boy through her great spectacles with what she reckoned was a furious glare. Zabini returned it with equal amount of emotion, only his was full of evil delight.
There was a soft knock on the toilet door. Zabini froze. Myrtle blinked rapidly, unable to think. She knew from the gentleness of the knock that it was him. HIM. Her face flushed, turning from the pearly white into the faintest shade of pink. After a few exhilarating seconds for Myrtle, the door was slowly pushed open. "Myrtle?" his strong, gentle voice reverberated in the almost empty toilet. "Are you – " Draco Malfoy's sentence was rudely cut short when he spotted Zabini. "Blaise? What are you doing here?" Malfor asked in what he hoped was a defiant tone.
"You didn't tell me you were dating this four-eyed freak!" Blaise smirked, finally able to embarrass Malfoy.
Malfoy and Myrtle shook their heads violently. Though, Myrtle thought, I wouldn't mind it at all… A smile crept onto her face, but neither of the boys noticed.
A month had passed since the encounter in the toilet with Zabini. Myrtle had decided to return to the girls' toilet which held the Secret Chamber after not having any visits from Malfoy.
On the first day she moved back, someone came to visit her. Not 'visit' exactly, but more like they assumed that she was still in the boys' toilet. It was a group of Slytherin girls, using the time between Charms and Defense Against Dark Arts to redo their thick make-up. Myrtle was not in the mood to cry and sob, not if it would give Pansy Parkinson and her group a reason to ridicule her.
"Draco invited me to Hogsmead next week!" Pansy Parkinson squealed to no one in particular, but merely to boast of her relationship with the pure blood. Myrtle puffed out her chest angrily. Even though she believed none of the nonsense the dark-haired girl was spouting, no one, no one at all could claim Draco for his or her own when Myrtle was still on Earth. She huffed again, scowling silently at the possessive girl. Draco will not invite anyone to Hogsmead for a date, nor should anyone claim so in the deathly presence of Moaning Myrtle, the most beautiful, most tragic and most wanted girl at Hogwarts. Myrtle dived headfirst into a toilet bowl, splashing water into the cubicle as she travelled to the Great Lake of Hogwarts.
That's it for starters!I may or may not be bothered to write more… I do hope you enjoyed it even though it was kinda short...