The Boy Who Moans

Once again, this story is also on my A03 account; UnknownEnforcer

This chapter will contain; Nudity, Blowjobs, Striptease

For; theian121

It has been a few short weeks since the dorky, and ugly Harry Potter had met the equally dorky ghost of Moaning Myrtle.

It had also been a few short weeks since Harry lost his virginity to the ghost, and most importantly, it had been a few short weeks since him and Moaning Myrtle had become boyfriend and girlfriend.

For the people that had actually cared to pay attention to Harry, or those that had the pleasure of bullying him, had noticed an odd change in him.

Firstly, when their torment and bullying came through, he rarely ran away crying, not returning to classes for the next few hours, no longer was he this miserable wreck that relied heavily upon his friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.

Now, he seemed to have developed the balls to actually outright ignore the bullying, torment and harsh words that normally greeted him at any point in time. In fact, he seemed to have this… aura about him, and he had this happy skip in his step, that they couldn't understand.

However, it was clear that something had changed in Harry Potter, and no one knew why, except for maybe Ron and Hermione, but other than that, they were totally clueless as to what had happened that made Harry this… happy person.

Harry Potter sighed to himself as he woke up in the boy's dormitory in the Gryffindor House.

Taking a quick peak around the room, he couldn't help but allow a smile to grow upon his face as he realized that today was Christmas time, and not only would there be a significant drop in the student population at Hogwarts – so he could have his freedom, and not have to worry about the bullies at every turn of a corridor.

Whilst it may be sad to learn that he wouldn't be spending Christmas time – his first Christmas that he could actually celebrate – with Hermione and Ron, as Hermione had opted to go home for the holidays with her family, which he could understand. At least she had given him a Christmas gift before she left a few days ago.

Ron, on the other hand was literally dragged out of the school by his older twin brothers – a funny sight to watch, indeed – so they could spend some time with their family. Apparently, Ginny Weasley was getting a little lonely with her mother and father, and wanted to spend the Christmas holidays with the rest of her family.

So, that simply left Harry all alone for the Christmas holidays. However, instead of being scared or even frightened at that thought, instead, he was feeling happy, and even excited, as he was able to spend quality, uninterrupted time with his girlfriend, Moaning Myrtle.

Shaking his head away from those thoughts, he quickly got up, not caring that he was dressed in rather baggy pyjama's that didn't even belong to him, and raced down the stairs to the common room of Gryffindor, and much like he expected, it was all but abandoned, as the older kids were either asleep, with their family, or somewhere in the castle.

"Merry Christmas, Harrykins~" A voice cooed out from behind him, startling him significantly.

"Ah!" He yelped out, turning around on a dime, however, he calmed down slightly as he noticed that it was only Moaning Myrtle that was floating in the air, where a teasing smile could be seen upon her visage as she witnessed what had happened, "Myrtle~ That's not funny!" Harry whined out, placing a hand upon his chest, "You nearly killed me."

"Would that be a bad thing?" She questioned, looking at him with a curious expression as she pondered upon the thought of Harry dying.

It didn't sound too bad, at least then they would be able to share the same toilet~

"I…" He begun, raising his finger in the air, however, his finger soon drooped as a curious expression fell upon his face, "I don't know." He admitted.

At least if he was a ghost, he would be able to spend the rest of eternity with Myrtle, and then, he would be able to hide away from the bullies and tormentors really well. However, he really preferred living at the moment.

"Harry, I want you to go the Great Hall for some breakfast." Myrtle said, however, before Harry could even ask why he needed to go down to the Great Hall right now, she gave a sly wink to him, "I'll join you there soon, I just need to prepare something special first~" She cooed out once again.

To make things even clearer for Harry, she gently tugged at the collar of her uniform, revealing a small portion of her breasts to him.

Blushing beet red, Harry stuttered out a, "Yes, ma'am!" Before he raced away from the common room, whether it be in excitement, or complete and utter embarrassment, it was anyone's guess.

Placing a hand to her mouth, Myrtle couldn't help but giggle wildly at her the antics of her boyfriend. Even though they had gone all the way to Third Base, along with him already seeing her naked multiple times, it was always so funny to see him act so skittish and shy when he saw her breasts, "He really is a dork~ But he's my dork~"

With that said, Myrtle took a lingering glance around the Gryffindor common room one last time, before she simply fell through the floor, disappearing from anyone's sight.

"Huh, I wonder where Myrtle is." Harry questioned himself, looking around the rather empty Great Hall, he could see a small handful of other students strewn about the room enjoying their Christmas morning breakfast, as well as one or two Professor's at the table, quietly talking to themselves as they overlooked the empty Great Hall that was decorated with a few Christmas trees.

Some of them were mingling with each other, there were a few at the tables alone, eating peacefully as they took in the peace and quiet of the normally loud, and energetic castle. Some students were on the Gryffindor table as well, but were further up, and seemed to be avoiding him.

It wasn't like he cared that much anymore. Simply being seated in the lower middle portion of the table was fine enough for him.

As he was about to dig into another helping of hashbrowns – Harry's favorite breakfast piece, by far – he suddenly felt his pyjama pants loosen, before getting pulled off completely!

Quickly dropping his fork onto the plate that echoed softly around the room, he closed his eyes, waiting for the moment when the uproarious laughter will come greeting his ears.

However, after a few moments of pure silence, he soon shrugged his shoulders. Simply thinking that his large, baggy pyjama pants must've fell down on their own.

As he took a small bite from the hashbrown in front of him, he soon gave a muffled squeak of surprise when he felt his underwear being pulled down around his ankles!

Leaning back and looking underneath the table, Harry's eyes widened behind his glasses, as he noticed the reason on why his pants and underwear were now pooled around his ankles.

It was because of Moaning Myrtle, where half of her body was still laying in the floor of the Great Hall, with her upper half only being covered by her old, Ravenclaw uniform, as she looked up at him, her eyes gleaming in mischief behind her glasses. However, that soon changed when one of her arms gently took hold of his slightly-limp penis, slowly and teasingly rubbing it up and down, all but wishing for it to become the nice, hard length that she knew it could be.

Blushing up a storm, Harry soon slammed himself back into the table, causing his little area to shake lightly as he slammed into the table full force, before taking quick glances around the Great Hall.

Gulping lightly when he noticed that there were a few pairs of eyes on him, he soon came to realise that his sudden, and harsh movements must've caused this. Flashing a rather nervous smile in the direction of the people, they soon gave him this odd look, like he was just being special to get attention, before they started to focus their attention on something more worthwhile – mainly talking to their friends, and enjoying more breakfast.

"What are you doing!?" He whispered out, looking back underneath the table where Myrtle greeted him with another mischievous look.

"Giving you a present~" She simply said, before her mouth moved over to the tip of his penis, and he felt large, pleasurable chills race up and down his spine.

"You can't!" He whispered out, almost having this begging look upon his face as he gazed down towards her, "We are in the middle of the Great Hall, and there are people around!" He spoke out, pleading for her to stop.

Myrtle simply popped his penis out of her mouth, leaving a small trail of… something on his penis, before she tittered lightly, "Well, all the more reason to act natural~" She said, "Because I'm not stopping. This is one of my Christmas gifts to you, Harry~" She purred out, eyes darkening in lust.

"Wait… one of?" Harry questioned slightly, blinking owlishly at what Myrtle said.

"Mhm, now, be a good boy, and let me take care of you~" She purred out once more, bringing her cheek down towards his now fully erect penis, "Oh, and do be careful, don't want to give away anything, do we?" She questioned softly.

Looking back up and around the Great Hall, he couldn't help but whimper slightly as he saw that even more of the students that had stayed home for the break had filed into the Great Hall, and to make matters even worse, he saw that Professor Snape had entered the Great Hall, and every time that he met his eyes, there was this small flash of anger and annoyance that was held within his eyes.

Gulping lightly, Harry moved further into the table, so much so that his ribs were basically brushing against the hard wooden table of Gryffindor, and he started to dig into his breakfast once more, although, with great difficulty as he could feel shivers racing up and down his spine.

"Please, Myrtle… don't get us caught." He whispered out, before he tried his best to school his emotions as he tried to dig into the breakfast once more.

"No promises~" He heard her coo out from beneath the table, and he couldn't help but mentally pray that he was able to withstand this.

Sure, he and Myrtle done… the deed many times. But at least those were in private, or in very private places – like her out of order bathroom, sometimes even the very stall that she died in – but never before had they done in public, where dozens of eyes could catch them at any time, and lead to some serious punishment.

Moaning Myrtle was clearly enjoying her time underneath the desk of the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. It just felt so… kinky to be doing this in the Great Hall.

Moaning like her ghostly namesake, she continued to tenderly hold Harry's penis, gently using one arm to fondle his testicles, with the support finally in place, Myrtle gently lowered herself down, so her mouth was directly above the hardened phallus.

However, her eyes shined in mischievous delight as she had an idea pop into her mind.

Peeking out from underneath the table, she gave a small, lingering glance towards Harry, and seeing how tense he was, she couldn't help but to let a little snicker loose as she brought her mouth agonizingly close to Harry's length, where she could see the small, individual strands of developing pubic hair, along with getting the scent of his unwashed cock combined with her ghostly juices that still clung to the painfully average cock.

Without wasting another moment, Myrtle gently blew onto the purple cockhead, causing it to twitch uncomfortably at the breeze that washed over it.

"Ah!"

THUD

CLATTER

Flinching violently out of reflex as he felt a chilling sensation spread across his pelvis, his knees soon came up, making an extremely loud, and sudden banging noise that rattled the plates and glasses above the table, causing many other of the students to look at him weirdly.

"What is up with you, dork?" One of the older Gryffindor teenagers questioned, looking at Harry with near disgust as he had to look at the boy that was always bullied.

"N-nothing!" Harry squeaked out, flushing brightly as he felt the attention on him once again.

The Gryffindor boy seemed to eye him for a few moments, before shaking his head, "Keep it quiet then." He suddenly said, taking his eyes away from the gross looking boy, "Some of us are trying to enjoy conversations." He said, before smirking lightly as he gazed at him from the corner of his eye, "Something in which you clearly can't enjoy."

With that being said, the boy gave a small chuckle as his friends joined in, almost guffawing at the torment the boy, dorky boy was experience.

"Sorry..." Harry murmured out, feeling tears start to form at the edge of his eyes. Quickly bringing the back of his hand underneath his large, round glasses, he gently wiped away the tears, before trying to focus upon his breakfast, and not trying to think about what was happening to him underneath the table, nor feel the pangs of sadness within his heart at the fresh torment.

"Naughty boy, Harry." Myrtle murmured, having seen the massive thump that Harry made when she blew on his tip.

However, she couldn't help but feel a large burst of anger wash over her, as she was unfortunate enough to hear one of the students – definitely older, by how deep his voice was – make fun of her Harry!

Now, she could feel Harry's sadness. She could hear the quite sniffles that he released, and the sound of water drops as tears fell from his eyes.

'No more.' She thought to herself, before gently grabbing hold of his penis once again and using her left hand, she gently stroked along Harry's taint, as she did those gentle movements that were meant to stimulate Harry once again, she lowered herself down on his cock, and with her ghostly body, she was able to take him all the way down to the base, where the beginnings of his pubic hair were tickling at her.

Continuing to bob up and down, she could feel Harry's cock twitching within her mouth – he always was a little bit of a quick shot, but she liked it that way~ - and she brought her left hand, just underneath Harry's testicles, and squeezed gently, not enough to hurt him, but to give him an extra burst in pleasure.

That was one of the few weak spots that he had, and it proved it, as soon as she placed enough pressure on it, she was rewarded with a fine helping of her precious, dorky boyfriend's warm cum!

"Ah~" Harry moaned out, clutching hard at the table, so much so that he was afraid that his slightly longer nails would dig into the table itself and leave markings upon it.

Panting lightly as he could his legs completely give away, he looked down, and was able to see Myrtle looking up at him, yet he could also see the final few spurts of his cum travel down her gullet, down her throat, before resting gently in her stomach.

"Myrtle..." He whispered out, looking down at her. However, she didn't say anything, merely closing her eyes and giving a short, enticing moan that made his cock twitch again.

However, before anything else could happen, he quickly reached down, grabbed his pants and underwear and pulled them back up, sealing away his semi-limp penis from his ghostly girlfriend.

"Mmm~" Myrtle moaned out in delight, feeling the cum of her boyfriend settle within her being. It always caused this pleasurable warmth to spread through her ghostly body.

At times, if she swallowed a particularly large load of Harry – which certainly was the case right now – then if she looked in the correct lighting, she would be able see the pool of cum within her ghostly body.

It always caused her to become all giggly when she saw it, even more so when she wiggled her body around and could see the cum sloshing about inside of her body. It made things so much more interesting.

But, the best thing about Harry's cum, was the fact that she could taste it!

Despite ghosts being unable to taste anything that isn't particularly rotten or moldy, it was a nice change of pace. Sure, it might've been a little bitter and sometimes even really chunky , but at least it was better than having to eat meat that had probably been rotten for years before she could even taste it.

Unable to hide a small smile, Myrtle looked down at her hand that was gently stroking the rapidly shrinking dick of her boyfriend, and seeing some discharge still left upon her hand, she couldn't help but to wipe her hand across her large glasses, making it rather hard to see through as it slowly ran down the ghostly lenses.

"Perfect~" She muttered to herself, before she brought her head up from underneath the table, and she could see that her boyfriend was rather red in the face. So much so that she could say that she put his friend – Ron, she believed his name was – hairs to shame, "Harry, darling~" She cooed out, garnering his attention, and seeing his eyes become hazy behind his glasses always made her smile, "Meet me in the dormitory later on, I have another surprise for you."

Harry merely gave a wordless nod, his face still flushed heavily and his breathing was rather erratic.

Seeing that, Myrtle merely smiled to herself, before she sank into the floor of the Great Hall. There was no need for her to come up from nowhere, and expose herself to the other eyes that were in the Great Hall, and for them to potentially see the gift that she had in her stomach.

Maybe when Harry became more depraved. However, now was not that time.

After recovering in the Great Hall for a few minutes, Harry had finally recovered enough to exit the Great Hall – not that anyone really noticed – and whilst his legs still felt like jelly, he was able to make his way up to the Common Room with relative ease – thanks to the moving stairs not being annoying, like they normally are.

However, as soon as he found himself in the Common Room, he found it to be empty, only with a few wrappers sitting in the small bin in the corner of the room from when people had snacks earlier.

"Harry!"

Looking up to the staircase that led towards the boy's dormitory's, Harry flushed heavily as he noticed Myrtle floating just above the railing on the upper floor, however, he could see that she was wearing very little, and her Ravenclaw robes were opened, showing off some of her ghostly body to him.

"Come up and join me~" She spoke out to him, before giggling as she disappeared out of sight.

Unable to hide his curiosity – and not wanting to disappoint his girlfriend – Harry simply jogged up the stairs.

Appearing in the dorm room, Harry was very glad to see that it was completely empty. Even the bedding was bare – barring his own – however, he couldn't help but frown lightly when he noticed that Myrtle was nowhere to be seen.

"Myrtle?" Harry called out, looking around the room for any sight of his girlfriend.

"Sit on the bed, Harry."

Hearing Myrtle's voice ring out from the walls, he had a confused expression upon his face as to why he needed to sit on the bed.

However, not wanting to disappoint her, he did just as he was told. Plopping himself down on the bed – his bed – "Alright. Where are you?" He said as soon as he sat his bottom down on the bed, sinking into the soft bed slightly.

Yet, instead of receiving an answer, all he heard was a giggle.

Then, his face blossomed into the fiercest blush that was ever known to man, with a bulge appearing within his pants at the sight, even his jaw dropped low, and his eyes were glued onto the wall that he was seeing Myrtle appearing through.

Even the lenses on his glasses were gleaming, and they even fogged up!

The reason why?

Because Myrtle appeared through the closest that was located right in front of Harry's bed. But that was not all.

Her Ravenclaw robes were open once again, however, Myrtle slowly – and rather sloppily – grabbed onto them hems of them, before slowly inching her way out of the garment, revealing that she was indeed naked underneath!

His eyes were glued to her form, as she started baring her entire ghostly body to him without any embarrassment, and he could see the most delicious sight that he had ever seen – which wasn't that easy to do!

As her Ravenclaw robes came off fully, Harry was left with a sight that left him drooling every single time.

Myrtle's breasts were rather droopy, and the nipples and areolae were large, and rather uneven, as one tilted up, whilst the other drooped down, and there were small bumps in the flesh, but to Harry, they were perfect, and beautiful.

Then, his eyes trailed down her body, where he could see hints of body hair surrounding her small belly button, almost surrounding it like a soft blanket, then it trailed off, getting lighter the closer it came to her pelvis. However, the traces of bare skin around her pelvis soon disappeared, as a large bush kept most of Myrtle's modesty hidden.

Mostly being the key word, as Harry could see her large, dripping, flabs of labia jutting out from the forest of hair, almost like they were begging to be pulled even further, with a slight gape, he was able to see inside ever so slightly at the heavenly folds, and poking out of its little hood was her large clit, which Myrtle claimed to be at least an inch and a half long.

"So? What do you think, Harry?" Myrtle teased out, snapping Harry out of his little funk as he wiped some drool away from his lips, "Do you want a more... special, Christmas present?" She asked, before resting her hands upon her head, showing that she did have unshaved armpits as well.

"Y-yeah!" Harry quickly nodded his head at that question, and soon enough, he was rewarded, as he was suddenly pushed down on the bed, and Myrtle soon straddled his lap.

"Good~ Because it's going to be a long day." She murmured out, tracing down Harry's robes with her index finger.

END CHAPTER

Now, this may or may not have another chapter. That is not for me to decide. But, I do hope that you enjoyed it nontheless, depsite how weird it was, or how much had changed regarding to Harry and Myrtle.