A/N: So I got the idea for this from the song, Wrocking Around the Bathroom Stall by the Moaning Myrtles. Great song- check it out.

Harry had to escape from the Yule Ball, if only for a moment. Parvati had jumped at the opportunity to dance with a Durmstrang, Cho was off somewhere with Cedric, and Ron was in a mood, so nothing was really obligating him to stay in the Great Hall. He wandered through the deserted corridors of the castle, coming across the occasional couple snogging. The sound of the music could be heard everywhere, much to the enjoyment of the paintings.

I guess it's a rare thing for them to hear, Harry thought as he saw Sir Cadogan unsuccessfully trying to get a maiden to join him in a dance.

Finally Harry came upon a deserted corridor, one he knew well. It was no question as to why it was deserted due to the piercing cries coming from the girls' lavatory.

Moaning Myrtle was upset. Again.

Harry decided to investigate, trying to keep away from the ball as much as possible, and cautiously walked into the room.

"Myrtle?" he called.

The ghost ceased her wails, floating above the sinks, and her face brightened. "Oh, hello, Harry! You look very nice," she said, nodding to his dress robes.

"Thanks, so do you," he added, not wanting to risk insulting her.

She smiled and floated down to him. "Why aren't you at the ball? I'm sure loads of girls would want to dance with you."

"Not as many as you think," he replied. "Why were you crying?"

Her smile was replaced with a pout. "No one asked me to the Yule Ball, and the other ghosts said that I was only allowed to go if I had a date. They don't like me very much," she added in a miserable voice.

"I'm sorry, Myrtle," Harry said. "Is there something I could do to help?"

Myrtle's eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh, Harry, would you please just dance this one dance with me?" she begged. "I've been hearing the music, and I so would like to dance!"

Harry didn't think this was an outlandish request; one dance wouldn't hurt, and it was Christmas Eve, after all.

"Sure, Myrtle," he agreed.

She squealed in delight. "Oh, thank you!"

Harry had to carefully place his hand on her non-existent hip, and he started to lead them in a slow waltz about the bathroom. Hardly romantic, but the gesture was well-received by Myrtle, who tried to get her body as close to Harry's without going through him. When the song ended, they parted, and she shyly played with a lock of her hair as Harry wished her a Happy Christmas and made his way out of the bathroom.

"Wait, Harry!" she said suddenly, and when he turned around, her ghostly lips were on his, stealing a Christmas kiss.

She giggled happily as she flew away from him. "Peeves put that mistletoe there to bother me, but not this time!"

Harry looked up and saw that he had indeed walked under mistletoe.

"Well, good night, Myrtle," Harry said, wanting nothing more than to quickly run down the corridor.

"Happy Christmas, Harry," she replied, twirling around and humming along to the music that still echoed within the castle walls. It was the happiest she had been in a long time.

A/N: Please, review! Reviews will get you a dance (and kiss) with Harry! ;)

Happy Holidays!