While Voldy and Draco were doing the unspeakable in the dormitory, elsewhere other antics were going on.
In the third floor abandoned bathroom, Moaning Myrtle and Hermione were up to their own mischief, proving that you can do the do even if half of the dooers is a ghost.
"At least you're better than Ron," Hermione said in a dull voice, while Myrtle violently fisted Hermione's bum.
"I"m well trained in the art of shoving my fisted limb up an ass and making the best of it." Myrtle said, as tears streamed down her phantom cheeks. She never should've traded her soul to the devil for those scrambled eggs. Since Hermione made weekly virgin sacrifices she had received Myrtle as a gift to do with as she pleased. Naturally Hermione had taken her straight to the nearest private room. Hermione had told Myrtle exactly what to do the first time. Then as they grew more familiar they began to explore.
"No more talking like that. I only want to hear sexy noises coming from you!" Hermione barked.
Myrtle moaned, choking back a sob as she continued penetrating Hermione's anal cavity with her fist. When she was finished, Myrtle's fist finally exited the booty, her knuckles a nasty brown color.
"You need to learn to wipe, bitch. You got poop all over my hand!" Myrtle waved her fist in Hermione's face violently.
"Sorry that I don't stick my whole arm up there when I wipe, Myrtle." Hermione rolled her eyes.
They sat silently for a while, the only noise was a dripping faucet, and Myrtle's occasional sniffles. Then, Hermione broke the silence, her voice thoughtful. "I wonder if anal feels like backwards pooping."
Myrtle stared, shrugging her ghostly shoulders.
"I mean, I've never tried it. Ron's a wimp and refuses to let his dick touch anyone but Harry, and Harry isn't a fan of anal unless its being performed on him. I can't talk Draco into sneaking away from Voldemort long enough to fuck him. I'd rather do Draco than Harry."
Myrtle sniffed, her nose in the air. Hermione had forgotten Myrtle's crush on Harry. "You're such a slut, Hermy."
Hermione grinned, pulling a pair of rubber gloves out of her robes. "I know. YOLO. Your turn!"
Hermione snapped on the gloves. Myrtle laid down on the bathroom floor. The cold tile was wet from her tears. In fact it was like a river. Small poop nuggets would occasionally float by.
"Open wide!" Hermione said.
Myrtle opened her mouth as wide as she could. Then she reached up and unhinged her jaw. H began to slide her hand into the ghosts throat.
"May I slither into your chamber of secrets?" Ms. Granger cackled wildly.
Hermione began to massage Myrtles stomach, working in slow circles. Myrtles back arched off the ground. Hermione had reached the girls stomach. Working with precision she pinched the edge of the stomach and began to twist. Myrtle exploded. She sent cunt nectar everywhere. The walls were coated in the thick, white slime. Hermione was stunned. At first she didn't know what to do. She just sat there covered in Myrtle's cheese sauce.
After a few moments of sitting in shock, Hermione stood up and tore off her nectar-covered robes. Then, she lay in the slime upon the floor, moving her arms and legs in an angel shape.
"What are you doing?" Myrtle sputtered, a look of horror upon her face.
"Its like snow angels," Hermy stated enthusiastically.
"Snow cones? I love snow cones!" With that Myrtle pulled out a cone and and loaded it with her sauce. Lips opened and the cone entered. A tongue swirled it around, tasting it, feeling it. She bit off a small piece and savored it. Her eyes closed as she orgasmed for the second time, because it tasted that good. Soon she was laying on the floor shoveling it in.
"Myrtle, I um," Hermione was at a loss for words. "I said angels, not cones. That can't be sanitary."
Myrtle, ignoring Hermione's wise words, cupped the sweet nectar in her hands and brought it to Hermione's mouth. Hermy darted, causing Myrtle to drop her nasty all over Hermione's black undies. "Myrtle!" Hermione screeched. "You got it all over!"
Myrtle smiled and clapped her hands together excitedly, causing blobs of her produce to go flying again. She had a white mustache that contrasted strangely with her dark brown pigtails.
"It looks like I've ruined your panties! Guess you'll have to remove them."
Hermione sighed loudly before removing the moist, soiled underwear. Myrtle grabbed them and shoved them in her mouth. But that wasn't enough. She needed all of it inside her, now! She grabbed a plunger and used the handle to force them deeper and deeper. She tried to moan but nothing came out. The end of the plunger broke off in her throat. She still pushed down. But now Myrtle couldn't breathe. Her lungs gasped for air. Her eyes twitched. Slowly she suffocated, right there. Hermiones booty game too strong.
"Geez, doing Myrtle really came back and bit me in the butt." Hermione exclaimed. "I think I'll go get a snack."