Disclaimer: All characters are Joanne Rowling's like you know. I claim no right to them what so ever. Yay for fan fiction! *dances*

Bringing Myrtle Back

By Liberty Ford

'You're my only friend, Hermione."

'I'm not exactly flushed with them, as you can imagine. Who wants a brainy, bushy-haired know-it-all anyway.'

'I do.'

Hermione smiled. 'Thanks.'

They sat in silence for a while. Hermione traced her fingers up and down the side of the other girls arm and finally across the girls chin and down her neck.

'Can you take your clothes off?' Hermione blushed as soon as she'd said this. 'I mean…' she stuttered and placed her hands back on her lap.

'It's okay. And yes I can.'

'Oh. Okay, because I was just wondering…'

'Do you want me too?'

'No! I mean… I…'

The girl smiled to show it was okay and then she leaned closer. Just millimetres away from Hermione's face, she kissed her.

Hermione felt her lips go cold. Feeling seemed to drain from them, yet she could feel everything inside. The touch of the girls hand on her hips. The soft smooth flesh of the girl's lips and her warm breath forcing it's way into her mouth.

Hermione gasped for her breath as the girl pulled away. 'What… what did you do?'

'I'm sorry… I thought you'd like it…' The tears seemed to fill up in her eyes and she moved away from Hermione.

'I did!' Hermione replied quickly. 'It was… amazing. I just wasn't expecting it.'

'Oh…'

Hermione got up off the floor and walked towards the girl. She still looked sad and hurt from Hermione's response. 'I really did like it.' She repeated. 'Can you do it again?'

This time Hermione got a smile. 'Yes.' The young girl pushed her glasses up onto her face and came back to Hermione. She brought her head close again and blew on Hermione's cheek.

It went ice cold again and Hermione placed her hand over it. It warmed up quickly. 'Kiss me.' She breathed onto the other girl, her eyes closed and her mind lost in the blissful paradise she was feeling.

She placed one hand on Hermione's cheek and pulled her closer. And closer until Hermione was on top of her. Passing through her, almost… just almost, inside of her.

Hermione felt a cold breeze wash over her and then she felt the girl's hands. They moved across her shoulders and down her arms until they reached her waist.

"Hermione?"

Hermione opened her eyes. The girl stood before her. "Myrtle…"

Myrtle smiled. "It won't last long. Quickly."


"Quickly?" Hermione asked in confusion. "What…? Oh!"

Myrtle leaned closer and brushed her nose over Hermione's. She pushed herself on top of the other girl and kissed her with force. Pushing her tongue into Hermione's mouth she moaned at the touch. This time it wasn't a wailing moan, a sad moan, nor a moaning Myrtle moan.

Myrtle floated up into the air and looked down at Hermione. A cold tear slipping down her pale – see through – cheek. "I'm sorry…"

"For what?" Hermione asked pick herself up from the floor.

"It doesn't last long enough for us to matter!" Shrieked Myrtle.

"Maybe I can find out how it works. There must be a potion, or a spell… perhaps a charm."

"No! Myrtle doesn't need compassion. She's dead! DEAD! I'll go and sit in the u-bend. Because that's all Myrtle can do!"

Hermione watched her fly into the cubical and down the toilet. "I'm sorry you're dead, Myrtle."