The Boy Who Moans
After getting bullied once again, Harry Potter runs away crying, and ends up in Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom. It is in there that his life changes forever, and he gets a very special girlfriend. [Harry Potter x Moaning Myrtle]
[IF THIS PAIRING DISTURBS YOU, THEN DO NOT READ!]
Note - This has been brought over from my A03 account, UnknownEnforcer.
Chapter 1
BANG
With a loud, thunderous echo, the door to the second-floor girls' lavatory were crashed open, with the large, rotting wooden doors slamming against the cracked walls of the bathroom, creating this small tremor that caused the mirrors to rumble in the room, with smaller, looser pieces of glass falling to the floor with a loud crash as they shattered upon the tiled floor.
However, the person who caused the massive, rotting doors to crash open like that, was an eleven-year-old boy, who went by the name of Harry Potter.
A person whose name was often the main character in some ridiculous, children's books or perhaps even poems or songs of praise were directed at him – although, that was just because his name sold really well, apparently – and there were even rumors that he lived in a castle, slaying dragons on a daily basis, and who many would assume was probably the most handsome boy to ever live thanks to all those fantasy books and poems.
However, when he finally came back into the Wizarding World after living with a... less than decent upbringing – in fact, many people will call his childhood a lie, just because of how farfetched it was – the people were greeted with something on the entirely opposite end of the spectrum, and that caused many, many people to even question on if he was actually real or an imposter.
Instead of a lean, handsome child, who wore the most recent trend of designer clothing that only the rich could afford, and had the most brilliant shade of green eyes, and the most perfectly cared for mop of hair that would cost thousands of Galleons to maintain each week.
Instead of that, the people were greeted with a scrawny, extremely skinny, basically malnourished child that struggled to even himself from stuttering like a fool in front of a small throng of people, and to make matters worse, he was wearing articles of clothing that could hardly be described as such, as they looked like rags, even the poorest of witches or wizards dressed better than him.
Merlin, people were even saying that he was more unkempt than the Malfoy family's House Elves, and that truly was saying something!
To say that he looked ugly and unattractive was being nice, and even saying that was a challenge. People would prefer looking at hags than looking at that boy.
But that was neither here, nor there.
As Harry came bursting through the doors, small sniffles escaping his nose as tears fell freely from his eyes, landing upon the moldy tiled floor, Harry soon came upon one of the many dirtied, chipped and nearly broken sinks in the out-of-order bathroom on the second floor of Hogwarts.
Gripping his scrawny hands onto the cold metal basin, he shakily looked up, looking at the reflection that greeted him each and every time he looked into the mirror.
He was skinny, almost dangerously so, and thanks to his thick, rounded glasses – a gift in which his aunt and uncle had given him for his eight birthday - it looked like they took up more than half of his face, before resting awkwardly onto his crooked, freckled nose – which had been broken a few times growing up – and his mop of hair was unruly, and looked greasy – even from a distance it looked disgusting to touch - as it fell into some small clumps just at the side of his head, and he was also rather pale, making it look like he hardly ever went outside.
Yet, another feature of his that was the cause of a lot of problems, was for the fact that he was wearing braces, which caused him to slur on some words, which also at times lead to people not understanding what he was saying.
The only reason why he had these braces, was due to Dudley and his gang of friends always playing a game of 'Harry Hunting', which if they caught him, resulted in him getting knocked around, punched and sometimes even kicked, and it could either last for a few minutes – until they got bored – or sometimes, there were even a few occasions where it seemed to have lasted for twenty minutes, before an adult – or teacher – finally managed to drag them off of him.
It was after one of these 'Harry Hunting' sessions that someone was able to bring him to the hospital, but his face had been so disfigured, and his mouth and teeth had been so damaged that it was the only option to get these braces to try and fix the damage.
Thankfully, his teeth had been healed, after a very long time of wearing them, but unfortunately, he still had to wear the braces for another year or so. As the dentist had actually recommended that he would need to wear them, to ensure that there was no damage once they were taken out.
With his appearance as the way it was, it was safe to say that bullying was a massive problem, and not even in the Magical World, was he safe from it.
Sure, it might be from less people, but those that did it, they sure did continue on with it, and there was no fear of punishment or reprimanding from it!
Now he was starting to understand why Petunia and Vernon had gotten him these glasses. It was because of all the bullying that he was being put under. The sheer amount of negativity surrounding him, always bearing down on, threatening to crush him, and to break him, physically and emotionally.
"Why..." Harry muttered out, placing a rather clammy hand upon the mirror, almost looking pleadingly at himself through the mirror, as if he had an answer, "Why me..."
"Who's there?"
"Eek!" Flinching away from the mirror – leaving a handprint behind on the glass – as he heard that shrilly screech of someone enter his ears, Harry quickly turned around, looking all around the room with uncertainty as he tried to pinpoint where the voice had come from.
"I'll ask again, who's there!?"
Once again, hearing the demanding, shrilly tone being taken up with him reminded him all too much of when Petunia was upset or angry with him – which was most of the time – and he had quickly answered to appease this 'invisible' voice, "I-I'm Harry!" He squeaked out.
As his eyes remained clenched shut, the room that he was in became awfully quiet for a few moments. It was so quiet that he had actually thought that he was alone once again, however, when he opened his eyes, something was right in front.
"Ah!" He yelled as he jumped back. However, he had moved a bit too quickly, slipping off the wet, moldy tiles and falling onto his ass.
SMACK
"Oww..." He moaned out, tears forming in his eyes once again as he rubbed the back of his head, the contact with one of the rusted pipes.
As he blearily opened his eyes, trying his best to see through the tears that impeded his vision, he couldn't help but blink in surprise at what he saw before him.
In front of him was a ghost – something took a while to get used to during his time at Hogwarts – but it wasn't one of the normal ghosts that he had seen around the school... this one looked... sort of like him.
The ghost in front of him was obviously female, and when she was alive, possibly a few inches taller than him, and much like himself, was wearing large, thick glasses that took up half of her head, and as her mouth was opened slightly – possibly in amusement or surprise – he could see that she too, was also wearing braces much like himself, and also had a few splotches of freckles, however, a main key difference was that she had pimples on her nose, and around the corner of her mouth.
She was also wearing the school robes – even in death – and displayed on the left breast pocket, was a faded image of a raven, meaning that she was sorted in the house of Ravenclaw.
"U-uh... hello?" Harry greeted out awkwardly, before getting out from underneath the basin and standing just before the girl that was floating a few inches of the ground, "Uh... who are you?" He asked, having never seen this ghost before like he has the others, so he didn't even know her name, or why she was even haunting this place.
"Hello..." She greeted back, before introducing herself, "I'm Myrtle..." She said softly, almost like it was a challenge to introduce herself, however, her eyes started to scan the boy up and down, before a curious look dawned upon her face, "What... are you doing in this bathroom?" She questioned, hovering down slightly closer towards Harry's height.
"Oh..." He murmured out, rubbing the back of his neck as he turned his gaze away from Myrtle, "I was... hiding. Away from the bullies." He revealed to her, wringing his wrists awkwardly as he bounced on the balls of his feet lightly.
"I see..." Myrtle answered, before extending her arm out and onto Harry's arm, where he visibly shivered as he felt the chilly sensation of a ghost touching him, "It was for your looks, wasn't it?" She asked softly.
Harry stayed silent for a moment, the fresh memories of minutes earlier still plaguing his mind, before he weakly nodded his head, "Yes... I get bullied because of my looks."
"I understand, Harry..." She revealed, before she gently ran her ghostly hand over his, and she could see him shiver again, but not as violently as before, and she could even see the hairs on his arm raising up due to the sensation, "I too was bullied and taunted because of my looks."
Harry's head shot up, his large, bottle-green eyes looking up at her, "R-really?" He stuttered out.
Myrtle let go of his arm, before floating away slightly, sighing softly as she did as she gazed out a broken window, "Yes... I was." She answered, before shooting a soft smile in his direction.
"Do... do you, want to talk about it?" Harry asked, gazing up at the floating ghost girl.
Myrtle tittered lightly, before she floated back down towards Harry, the small smile still on her face, "No need."
As a few moments of awkward silence passed between the two, Harry coughed into his hand, before he looked up at her, "Well... do... you want to be friends?" He softly, almost giving a pleading look towards Myrtle.
A small, surprised look etched itself onto the ghostly girl's face, before a small tint of red and a small amount of heat came off of her as an almost giddy expression came onto her face, "I'll love to be your friend, Harry." She said, before she added on, "I've... never had one before."
Smiling up at Myrtle, Harry couldn't help but feel some happiness at being this girl's first friend, "I promise to always be your friend, Myrtle." He said, extending his arm out in offering.
However, unknown to him and Myrtle, a small layer of magic had formed around his arm. A small, yet equally powerful 'Unbreakable Vow' being formed.
A nervous expression came upon Myrtle's face, before after a few moments of contemplating, she too, placed her arm down around Harry's arm, where the chills were less prominent.
As soon as contact was made, a small, undeniable feeling of warmth surged between Myrtle and Harry, almost like this protective layer that had formed around them, and they could swear they could feel... something between the both of them.
It was one of the most pleasant sensations that either of them had ever experienced, and they didn't want this feeling to go away.
Myrtle gave a soft smile towards Harry, before she uttered out something that made him giggle, "Birds of a feather-"
"-flock together." Harry finished for her, a small dusting of pink on his cheeks.
Floating down towards Harry, she gently placed a hand upon his cheeks, yet she couldn't help but gasp in shock as she could actually feel his skin, and that her hand hadn't pushed through him.
"Amazing." Harry murmured out, his eyes wide as he could actually feel Myrtle, and not the ghostly sensation of being touched, but instead, it felt like an invisible energy being sent through his nervous system, although, even with this feeling, there wasn't a temperature, it just felt... there.
There was no temperature, it wasn't hot, nor was it warm, and it wasn't cold. It just felt like a pure, physical connection with raw, natural energy.
Tittering lightly as Myrtle's mood seemed to lift through the roof, she brought her lips to his cheek, before placing a chaste kiss on them, causing Harry to blush even further as he stuttered out a; "W-wow!"
With a whole new world open to her, Myrtle flicked a lock of her hair out of her ghostly face, "Harry... do you... do you want to try something else?" She questioned softly, a large splotch of red dusting her deathly pale cheeks.
Harry nodded his head at her question.
Gently grabbing onto Harry's arm – something which she adored the feeling of – she led him over towards one of the few large benches that were leaning against the crumbling walls, and gently chided him to sit upon it.
Seeing her silent request, Harry gently removed his arm from her grip – he also noticed that the small hairs on his arm were still raised fully – and sat down on the bench, hunching over as he did so – which was his normal posture, to seem as small, and insignificant to avoid people's attention.
Seeing his posture, Myrtle couldn't help but to sadly shake her head at seeing the very same posture that she used to take all those years ago, when she was still alive of course.
"Harry." Myrtle said, garnering the attention of the dorkish boy, "Please, sit up properly. Having a posture like that is bad for your health." She said, not wanting Harry to have any problems with his spine or back when he is older.
Magic is a wonderful thing to have, but even magic cannot heal everything.
"O-ok..." He murmured out, before sitting upright, lifting his back up high and locking his shoulders so they didn't drop down. He was trying his best to imitate the others that he saw sitting down, mainly Ron Weasley when he saw him in the middle of Wizarding Chess, "L-like this?" He questioned softly, the new posture position feeling a little odd for him.
"Perfect." Myrtle said, nodding her head softly as her two pig tails flayed around in the air before resting once again in the same position.
Lowering herself so that she was practically on her knees, she landed in between Harry's spread legs, causing him to look down at her, this curious expression on his face as he did so.
"Uh, M-Myrtle, what are you doing?" Harry questioned, shifting lightly in spot, but not closing his legs in case he hurt his new friend.
However, instead of answering him, Myrtle used her hand, and with her newfound ability to come into contact with things without phasing through them, she gently grabbed the hem of Harry's trousers, before pulling them down, showing that he was wearing a pair of tighty-whities.
"M-Myrtle!?" He couldn't help but yelp out, feeling a whole rush of embarrassment as his pants were lowered and his underwear was exposed to Myrtle.
Gazing up at him, with her large eyes, Myrtle gave a gentle smile to Harry, "It's alright, Harry." She reassured him, before pulling his underwear down, and to her joy, found that his penis was already semi-erect.
Whilst she was no expert on penis size – although, she did sometimes spy on older boys in the other bathrooms whilst they were bathing – she could see that Harry did have some nice length to him, and his balls were also rather average in size.
It wasn't the largest she had seen, but it also wasn't the smallest, and she found that to be perfect.
As she gently grasped onto his semi-erect appendage, she gently began to stroke it, causing Harry to moan and groan as this new sensation tore through his body, and naturally, his body instincts took over, and blood began to rush down into his penis, causing it to harden, and have the blue veins running through it to become more prominent as more blood was pumped through to keep it hard.
"Mmm~" Myrtle hummed out, using her newfound sense of touch to admire the erect penis within her grasp – which was also the first one she had touched, and it felt... kind of nice.
Gripping with a bit more strength around the tip of his penis, Myrtle gently pulled down, pulling down his foreskin, revealing that cock-head was already glistening with pre-cum, and a severe, musty, unwashed smell filtered through the air, causing her entire ghostly body to shiver and quiver, "Does this feel good, Harry?" She questioned, before she gently started to rub his length up and down, remembering the times she had witnessed the older boys masturbate.
"Y-yes..." He groaned out, before he opened his eyes and looked down at her, and he saw that she was keeping her eyes locked onto his as she continued to stroke him off with her left hand, "W-what are you doing?" He stuttered out, throwing his head back as the invisible pressure created this tickling sensation as it brushed against his underside, causing him to nearly spasm right then and there.
"It's called 'foreplay' Harry." Myrtle said, before winking at him before she tore her attention away for a brief moment, before she opened her mouth wide, showing off her braces once again, before she used her hand to help position his penis into her ghostly mouth.
"Ah!"
Feeling this... invisible energy, surrounding his entire length, was both extremely pleasurable, and extremely new for Harry, and it caused him to quiver uncontrollably as the hairs on his neck stood upright, along with his arms, but it caused these tingles to shoot through his length, as he watched with almost curious interest as he could see his own penis through Myrtle's ghostly body.
"M-Myrtle!"
That Harry could exclaim, before a burning pressure suddenly exploded as his eyes clenched shut as he could feel something rush out of his penis, and worried that he did something wrong, he looked down at Myrtle, and he could see some liquid shooting from the tip of his penis.
"Pah!" Myrtle exclaimed softly, bringing a hand to her own throat and rubbed it gently, almost as if she was amazed by what happened, but also gently stroking where she could feel the liquid settle within her stomach. Quickly turning her gaze upward, she looked at Harry, as once again she used her hand to stroke Harry off, as his member started to soften up, "That, Harry, is what they call a 'blowjob', and you just 'ejaculated'." She said, remembering the term that a pair of rowdy seventh year students had called it during one of her many peeping sessions throughout the years.
"Wow..." Harry murmured out, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow as he fanned himself off, using the collar of his robe to help keep the sudden heat build-up down.
"Do... you... want to go again?" Myrtle asked Harry, gazing up at him once again.
Instead of verbally answering, Harry's member twitched excitedly in her hand, which caused her to grin, "Alright then." She said, however, instead of doing the same thing again, she stood up, before taking off her robes, showing Harry her nude, ghostly body with small B-cup breasts and a clean view of her ghostly folds, which were large and hung down slightly, and were bluish-purple in color, yet that mound was dripping in some sort of ghostly liquid, and nestled above, was a small layer of pubic hair that seemed to be a little untamed.
Bursting through the door to the bathroom, where they could hear weird noises coming from within, both Ron and Hermione looked a little worse for wear, although Hermione's nose crinkled in disgust at the smell of mold, and rotting wood hit her senses.
However, their attention was soon brought together once more, when they both heard the moans echoing in the room.
Turning their attention towards where they heard the noise, Hermione gave a sharp gasp of shock as she witnessed the most... indescribable sight before her very eyes!
Harry had his penis – even thinking of that word made Hermione a blushing mess – out, and to make matters worse, there was a ghost bouncing on top of his lap, somehow not phasing through him, and his penis was easily seen through the near see-through ghost!
Feeling her ire rise, Hermione prepared to storm over towards them, planning to go into 'mother-hen' mode.
"EEK!"
However, she was stopped by none other than Ron Weasley, as he held her back and covered her mouth with his hand.
Shooting him a venomous look that basically demanded that he unhand her, he watched as shook his head, "Let him have this."
Throwing her head back and away from Ron's hand, she quietly spat out, "Why!?"
However, Ron just grabbed her shoulder, and turned her attention away from his face, and to Harry, where she could now see that he had this large smile upon his face as he continued to groan and moan happily, with the ghost seemingly moaning in delight as well.
"Look how happy he is..." Ron said, "Let him have this..." He said to her, before cupping his hands around his mouth, "Go, Harry!" He called out, his voice echoing around the room, however, it was seemingly unheard, as Harry continued to moan and somehow manage to grab onto Myrtle's head as he pulled her in, creating a rather awkward, and sloppy kiss.
Flushing heavily, Hermione looked downwards, before pumping her fist awkwardly in the air, "Go, Harry..." She muttered out, totally less enthused about being in the same room as this activity was happening.
END CHAPTER