Author's Notes: Just felt like it. A little bit of canon plus a little alternate universe.

In Hindsight: A Myrtle x Harry story

"It's not funny!" Harry hissed at Ron, his face beat red.

Ron just began to laugh harder. Neville, mystified at this interaction, looked to Hermione for an answer. The only female member of the Golden Trio simply shrugged; she didn't know anything more than Neville did.

"Um, Ron? What's so funny?" Neville asked hesitantly.

"Nothing!" Harry snapped. "Ron's just being an arse."

The red-haired boy finally managed to calm down enough to smile sheepishly at Harry. "Sorry, mate. But, you have to admit, in hindsight, it's pretty damn funny."

Harry simply glared.

Neville's gaze bounced back and forth between a still chuckling Ron and an irate Harry.

"Enough already," Hermione demanded. "What is this all about?"

"Wel-" Ron cut off with abrupt yelp.

"Harry!" Hermione scolded indignantly.

"Hermione," he replied.

Neville scrunched up his eyebrows, confused for a moment, before it dawned on him that Harry must have kicked Ron under the table.

"Is it really that bad?" he asked

Harry scowled, before looking down at his plate. "Fine," he grumbled. "You tell them since you think it's so funny."

Ron grinned and leaned in. "Well, you were kind of petrified at the time 'Mione, so you wouldn't know. But back in second year, just before we entered the Chamber? Moaning Myrtle offered to share her toilet with Harry if he died."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Is that all? What's so funny about that? It was... kind of her."

The three boys stared at her.

"What?" she demanded. "Well, it was. For Myrtle, I mean."

"It gets worse," Harry muttered. "In fourth year she showed up while I was in the prefect's bath."

Sympathetic embarrassment caused Neville's cheeks to flame.

Hermione coughed. "That – I mean... Oh, for goodness sake, Harry, she's a ghost! It's not like she was... well..."

"She was hitting on me! While I was naked!" Harry exclaimed, just a little too loudly.

The clatter of knives and forks quitted for a moment, several Gryffindor's turning to stare at Harry. He glared back.

Eventually breakfast started up again.

"I still don't get what Ron was laughing so hard about," Neville said.

Ron snickered. "That's because you weren't there this morning, Nev."

"What happened?" Hermione asked.

Harry muttered something into his food.

"What?"

"I – uh – was having a ... private moment. In the shower," he mumbled.

"Oh." Hermione's eyes went wide. "Oh!"

"Yeah."

"Right then." Hermione covered her mouth, a slight giggle escaping her.

I swear they speak their own language. "So what happened? I mean, obviously, Harry, um, having a "private moment" isn't what's funny." Neville prompted.

"Myrtle showed up," Harry said dryly.

Neville dropped his fork.

Ron started to snicker again, "And Harry lets out this big bloody scream, runs out of the shower and into the dorm room! Completely stakers!" He gasped a breath. "And Moaning Myrtle? She comes flying out right after him yelling about how he shouldn't be embarrassed about their love!"

Neville let out a laugh, while Hermione giggled into her napkin.

Harry gave them all a dirty look. "Some friends you guys are."

"Oh, Harry," Hermione managed between giggles. "You have to admit, it is kind of funny."

Harry snorted. "Maybe. In hindsight."