The Boy Who Moans

Alright guys, for those of you who have enjoyed this story, I present to you the third and final chapter of this. So please do let me know on what you thought about this story. There will be a warning to what this chapter contains down below, so please do keep that in mind, and if it bothers you, then please do not read.

WARNING - THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS; MARRIAGE, UNREALISTIC SMUT & CHILDBIRTH!

ALSO, THIS WAS MEANT TO BE GROSS WITH THE PROPORTIONS/LOOKS OF THE CHARACTERS, SO DON'T FLAME ME FOR THAT!

Chapter 3 - Finale

To say that the years had been easy to Harry would be a massive lie. In fact, he would say that it was absolutely grueling, and near torturous to even get through.

The fact that he had nearly died nearly a dozen times isn't even topping the cake, either through Voldemort's entire debacle of constantly wanting to kill him, then you have all the attempts at his life done by the other Hogwarts students, mainly the upper years of Slytherin, and sometimes, a stray Gryffindor.

Then, there was even a massive, nationwide war that he had to be a part of, before the age of eighteen!

And that war, was the war against Voldemort, who had finally come out from hiding in the shadows, and come straight to Hogwarts itself, making it the battleground for the war.

He had to watch many people lose their lives. He saw many people team up and work together, he had witnessed the death of Albus Dumbledore, and he had even seen the death of Severus Snape.

However, most importantly, he had managed to kill Voldemort, once and for all, finally avenging the one that had killed his parents, and was the reason why he had lost his Godfather, Sirius Black, and Remus and Nymphadora Tonks - some of the few people that actually cared for and loved him, despite his looks that made his life so miserable to begin with.

Once the war was over for good, it had taken many, many months for people to recover from it. There were finally times for proper burials and funerals for those who lost their lives. There was finally enough time for the doctors and nurses to calm down slightly and be able to treat patients effectively, without the fear of having another dozen or so to take care of at the same time.

However, most importantly, it had taken a few months of constant repairs to finally bring Hogwarts up to its former glory, fixing all of the damage that was done to it by the war.

Of course, Harry and Hermione had gone back to school, to finish their seventh and final year unimpeded and without the fear of death.

Another small benefit of defeating and killing Voldemort, and being the so called 'Leader' and 'Teacher' of the DA – Dumbledore's Army – had led to Harry's reputation being upgraded, so people actually were respectful to him, and not always tormenting him for his looks and nature.

But, enough about that~

A now Eighteen-year-old Harry Potter was able to look back upon his Hogwarts life, and say that there had been a few constant upsides, compared to the many downsides, and he was forever thankful for the upsides.

One of them, was of course being able to escape the Dursley's, a place that he never wanted to visit again, nor did he ever want to see them again.

Another thing that he really appreciated was the fact that Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, were always there for him, even during his younger years when he was always bullied and taunted, and they even allowed themselves to be jeered and taunted because they were his friend, saying that friends would always stick around for each other.

He appreciated them so much more than they could possibly imagine, and he was more than certain if it wasn't for them, his life wouldn't be as it was right now.

Another thing that he was forever thankful for, was Moaning Myrtle, his ghostly girlfriend, and soon-to-be wife. During those tough years at Hogwarts, they bonded very well, so much so that there was an actual 'bond' that had formed between them, allowing Myrtle to no longer be connected to Hogwarts itself, but being connected to Harry.

So, what he believed was that instead of haunting Hogwarts for all eternity, or when she finally was able to move on – however that was done – she was now 'haunting' Harry, so that would mean that where Harry Potter called his home, Myrtle will always be connected to him, and even haunt the house that he would live in – at least, in the Magical World anyway.

However, during these many years of bonding – and many, many sexual activities later – Myrtle had finally opened up more and more, revealing more about her life when she was alive... at least, what she could remember from it, and he had learnt that her true name, and that was; Myrtle Warren.

One of them, was Moaning Myrtle, and he had learnt when she finally opened up to him, was named Myrtle Warren, and he loved that name, so much so that he complemented her for having a beautiful name that was so much better than Moaning Myrtle. And well... he was rewarded for that compliment with another bout of sexual intercourse from a very, very happy ghost.

Another small little convenience that happened for himself, was the fact that his overall... nerdy or 'disgusting' looks with his face that was filled with acne and spots, had finally dissolved, and whilst there were still a few spots around his face, the acne was gone from his face, and he had finally gotten rid of the large braces that he had in his mouth, and his body had grown up to be more mature looking, his hair was less greasy and his glasses no longer covered half of his face.

Overall, he just looked better. Not so much to be in the 'Top 10 Hottest Wizards' magazine or even in the 'Top 50 Hottest Wizards', but it was certainly enough to have at least a few single Witches turn their heads to look at him and give him some appreciative glances. Some of them were bold enough were try and ask him out on a date, now whether that be because of his looks, or for the fact that he defeated Voldemort, he didn't know, because he never accepted any of those dates or flirtatious attempts to woo him.

Because his heart already belonged to someone, and that Myrtle Warren.

And today, it was going to be one of the biggest days of Harry's life, and it was also going to be one of the biggest days of Myrtle's life, for it, was their wedding day.

They were located in a rather small, friendly town near a Wizarding World countryside of England, and they had managed to get a priest to overlook the wedding, and announce the official ties between Harry and Myrtle – although, it was clearly something that the priest had never done before, but a little extra Galleons thrown his way helped with this little task.

And, surprisingly enough, Harry had managed to gain a small handful of people to actually come at the wedding, with Ron and Hermione being there for him, with Ron being his best man, and Hermione being Myrtle's bridesmaid.

Another few names that were attending the wedding was; Minerva McGonagall, Neville Longbottom, Susan Bones, Luna Lovegood and Ginny Weasley, and more importantly, Molly Weasley, who was honestly like a second mother to him, and he was deeply thankful for.

Harry could feel his heart hammer out of his chest as he nervously shifted on his feet as he awaited at the altar, waiting for his soon to be bride, Myrtle Warren to appear and walk down the aisle – well, more like float, in her case – and as he did so, he couldn't help but to look around, and seeing the small handful of people that showed up to the wedding, and of course, he could see that Ron was also standing by, and he was sending him a very proud, older brother look in his direction.

However, in the front row, he could see that Molly Weasley was close to crying her eyes out, clutching at a small little hanky as small tears gathered at the corner of her eyes as she was watching the biggest moment of her little boy's life.

That little boy being Harry. Although, she was also very proud of Ron for accepting the 'Best Man' position for Harry.

However, everything quietened down considerably when he heard the piano start to play, bringing out this melody that caused him to take a deep breath. He knew this melody, how could he not? He had heard this many times during the many practice runs for this wedding.

As the tune of 'Hear comes the bride!' continued to ring through the air, Harry could hear the small amount of murmurs start to pick up from the small crowd gathered for the ceremony, along with the Minister overlooking the wedding clear his throat in preparation.

Yet, as Harry heard the door the small church open, he couldn't help but look towards the entrance, and what he saw nearly made his heart melt.

Myrtle Warren was floating just a few inches in the air, but what she was wearing was absolutely stunning.

Even though what she was wearing was possibly an advanced conjuring that ghosts could perform, she was wearing an absolutely stunning lacey wedding dress that displayed her curves – with the little she had – and it gave more emphasis towards her cleavage, where Harry could see hints of her sideboob, but it also gave a more prominent picture towards something absolutely beautiful and amazing – at least, in Harry's opinion – and that was Myrtle's pregnant belly, and despite it being impossible, somehow, someway, Myrtle had become pregnant after a sexual coupling that they had nearly a year ago, so in all honesty, Myrtle was nearly ready to give birth to her child... no, their child, and Harry couldn't wait for that day to arrive.

And as Harry's eyes trailed off from Myrtle's pregnant belly, he could see the back end of the dress flair out behind her, with the upper veil of the lacey material gently flowed down towards her backside, before a large, lacey train formed behind her, and Hermione, who was the Bridesmaid chosen by Myrtle was slowly following along beside her, carrying a small bouquet of roses, offering her support in the best way that she could, and in a way, Harry figured that Hermione was almost like the parent that was meant to be there when the bride walked down the aisle of her wedding day.

In the moments that it took Myrtle and Hermione to arrive on the altar, it felt like hours to Harry, as he was absolutely enraptured by her stunning Myrtle looked, and it took the Minister to clear his throat to snap him out of his enraptured state.

Seeing the Minister sending him a rather key look in which Harry had memorized from the many practice trails of the wedding, Harry held out both of his hands, so that his palms were facing down, and looking towards Myrtle, he saw that she did the same thing, only that her palms were facing upwards, and once he felt the sensation of her hands touching his, it was only then that Harry gently clenched down, giving Myrtle the emotional support for what was about to come.

Then, the Minister finally spoke, looking up from his little booklet that held the lines that he needed to repeat to the future husband and wife, "Will you, Harry Potter, have this woman to be your wife, to live together in holy marriage?" He begun, taking a small breath as he looked at the both of them, "Will you love her unconditionally, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness, and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful to her, as long as your forms of energy are bound upon this world?" He finished reciting, although it was rather heavily altered thanks to who he was dealing with.

It wasn't every day that one had to be the Minister overlooking marriage between a man and a ghost.

"I do." Harry simply said, a small bout of nerves in his throat that he quickly cleared up.

Nodding his head, the Minster turned to Myrtle, and repeated the same thing to her, "Will you, Myrtle Warren, have this man to be your husband, to live together in holy marriage?" He said, taking another small breath, "Will you love him unconditionally, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness, and in health, and forsaking all others, to be faithful to him, as long as your forms of energy are bound to this world?"

"I do." Myrtle spoke out gently, small tears gathering in the corners of her eyes as she couldn't help but let loose a tiny little sniffle.

Nodding his head, the Minister couldn't help but smile, "Then, by the powers vested in me, and in the name of Merlin, I pronounce thee; Husband and Wife!" He called out, making sure his voice was heard for the people watching, looking towards them both, he added on one more thing, "You may kiss the bride."

It took but a few moments after the Minister declared that, before Myrtle soon grabbed hold of Harry's cheeks, before she lunged forward, and ensnared Harry's lips with her own, and her own.

Of course, as soon as their lips connected, small cheers, whistles and clapping could be heard echoing through the small church, and poor Ron was quietly shedding a few tears at seeing Harry and Myrtle be officially married.

And, Hermione, despite shedding a few tears as well, couldn't help but give a proud smile, to not only Harry, but to Myrtle as well. Looking down at her hands, she looked at the bouquet of flowers in hand, before she shrugged her shoulders and threw the small bouquet into the air, where it was soon caught by a surprised looking Neville Longbottom.

However, with Harry and Myrtle, as their lips finally pulled away from each other, and Harry was left panting for air, there was a bright, golden glow surrounding them, and once the glow died down, Harry looked down, and couldn't help but gasp in surprise as he noticed that on his ring finger on his dominant hand, there was an intricate golden ring.

Hearing the gasp of surprise coming from Myrtle Potter – that did have a little ring to it – he looked down, and saw that she looked rather flabbergasted, as on her dominant hand as well, there was the same, intricate golden ring that Harry had on his own hand.

"Wow... they're beautiful." Myrtle murmured out, looking down at her hand in amazement as her eyes were glued onto the wedding ring.

"You know..." Harry begun, stepping up a little closer to Myrtle and Harry gained this teasing smile on his face as Myrtle looked at him, "The night is still young... and we still need to 'consummate' to make it really official."

Tittering lightly, Myrtle rested her head on top of his, "Alright then, husband~ Rock my world again~" She purred out.

Gently grabbing onto Myrtle's hand, Harry concentrated, picturing their home that he and Myrtle would live in for – hopefully – the rest of their lives, and with a small cracking noise, both he and Myrtle were gone from the small church.

Appearing in a rather lavish and grandiose Master Bedroom in one of the more secluded Potter properties that was in the United Kingdom, Harry and Myrtle appeared, and without a moment of hesitation, as soon as they regained their senses, they were at each other like a pair of lost lovers, finally reunited after so many years apart.

Yet, it was Myrtle who had the upper hand, and clearly the most hunger as she grabbed hold of Harry's shoulders and roughly – but still lovingly – pushed him down onto the large Queen-sized bed that was neatly made up of the finest quality of linen sheets and the fluffiest and comfiest of quilts.

Moans and groans of pleasure erupted from their mouths as the hungry and passionate kissing of the newlywed couple continued to go on, and soon enough, Harry found enough strength to gently grab hold of Myrtle's body and pull her away, with his face reddened thanks to the lack of air, he couldn't help but smile at her, "You are beautiful, Mrs. Potter."

"And you are handsome as always, husband~" Myrtle purred out, gently trailing her ghostly finger across Harry's cheek as her own face gained a small tint of reddish hue on it.

"I think it's time to get to the main course." Harry murmured out, eyeing Myrtle's dress, almost undressing her with his eyes.

Tittering lightly, Myrtle nodded her head, before she closed her eyes and concentrated on her own image, and as she brought her hands down over her body, her own body nearly flashed a blinding, piercing light, and as it died down, it was shown that Myrtle was no longer wearing her wedding dress, but she was merely wearing a set of raunchy underwear, in which Harry could see droplets of milk stain the fabric of her bra from her uneven and bumpy nipples, and that the hip-hugging panties in which she was wearing were absolutely soaked in her juices, "How about this, husband~" She cooed out, before she tried her best to give a sexy little pose, "Does this... suit your desires~"

With a small speck of drool escaping his lips, Harry couldn't help but nod his head rather dumbly, "Oh yeah, it so does." He said, and once again, his eyes were drawn to her pregnant belly, "Gosh, your belly looks so sexy, pregnant with our very first child." He said, leaning in a little closer and gently running his hands across Myrtle's belly, getting her to giggle at the sensation that ran through her ghostly body.

"It feels amazing~ Carrying around the result of our love." Myrtle murmured out with a happy sigh, although, she did send a small, teasing look towards Harry, "Although, I do hope that we don't stop at only one child."

Hearing that, Harry shook his head vehemently, "No. It has always been my dream to have a big family, so I will have as many kids as possible, and I will only stop when you are satisfied with the amount we have."

Myrtle sighed as she floated ever closer to Harry, "Good~ Because I want at least five of them~"

Without giving Harry a chance to respond, Myrtle gently placed her hands upon Harry's clothed chest and pushed down gently, causing him to groan as he fell on his back, then without missing a beat, Myrtle had managed to straddle his body, and used enough of her energy to free Harry's cock from the confines of his underwear and dress pants, licking her lips at the sight of her husband's cock, Myrtle couldn't help but to shiver in delight with the vivid memories of how much pleasure it gave her.

Quickly concentrating, she removed her panties from her body, before her large, absolutely soaked labia lips greeted his sight, and the large forest of pubic hair that adorned her gaped pussy was also clearly visible to Harry.

Gently rubbing her large, swollen pussy lips across Harry's rod, he couldn't help but throw his head back and give a whorish moan of delight as he felt the juices of his wife along his cock, "M-Myrtle~" He groaned out.

"Yes, Harrykins?" Myrtle questioned, a teasing smile on her face as she knew exactly what Harry wanted, but she wanted to hear the magic sentence come from his mouth.

"P-please... ride me!"

Lifting herself up so that her gaped, hairy pussy was lined up perfectly with his swollen purple cockhead, Myrtle cooed out, "As you wish~ Let's try to reach our baby, yeah~"

With that stated, Myrtle slowly sank upon her husband's cock, and because of her late stages of pregnancy, she immediately squirted as the cockhead scraped against her hypersensitive, bumpy folds, "Ahh~" She moaned out, her tongue lolling out as it flopped about uselessly as she continued to bounce upon Harry's cock, each time she sank down, the cock went deeper into her gaped pussy, and each time it brought her to new heights of pleasure that she thought was impossible, "Oh... Merlin~ It feels so good!"

Bucking his hips in tandem with Myrtle's movements, and feeling his senstive cockhead brush and rub against Myrtle's lumpy insides caused him to groan, however, he continued to push through it, and if he stared closely enough at Myrtle's body, he could see his cock within her ghostly apparition.

Seeing that was still as sexy as ever, especially since he could see Myrtle's cervix and womb lowering to get even closer to his cockhead.

"Myrtle, you feel so good~" He moaned out, gently placing his hands upon her sides to give him even more control over her as she continued to bounce up and down on his cock.

"Of course, I do~" Myrtle called out, flashing a saucy smile towards Harry, bringing her hands away from the sheets and clutching onto her pregnant belly, she looked down and gently rubbed it with her hands, "Feel that baby? That is Mommy and Daddy bonding even more~" She cooed out.

That sharp mental image was enough to send Harry Potter into a small frenzy, just imagining their baby, watching on as they fucked was something that stuck within his mind more than it should. And even worse, they were currently fucking with Myrtle being so close to giving birth, and the thoughts of their little baby feeling the jostling movements and hearing mommy and daddy's moaning and groaning was also making it very hard for Harry to hold his climax back.

"You little minx!" Harry grunted out, slapping Myrtle's body lightly, almost as if he was scolding her with some physical contact, "Corrupting my mind with those thoughts, and corrupting our unborn child like that! Have you got no shame?" Harry playfully called out, giving Myrtle's arse a few small spanks that made her coo in delight.

"Maybe I don't? Being a ghost makes things awfully interesting and does tend to skew one's view upon many things." Myrtle playfully replied, sending a small wink towards Harry.

However, she then smirked when she felt her cervix and womb lower, and she could feel Harry's cockhead brushing against it with every thrust, "Ready, Harry? Your cockhead is about to give my womb a lovely smooch."

It was just as Myrtle said, Harry felt something take hold of his cockhead, and as curious as he was, he looked through Myrtle, and saw that her womb had come down, and the small ring had expanded around his cockhead, and retracted, giving him a source of unearthly pleasure.

"Oh, Merlin!" He groaned out, feeling the near vaccum-like suctions and the pulsing rythym of the walls massage his already sensitive head.

"Cum, Harry." Myrtle said, leaning down to and gave a small, sensual lick to his cheek, "Cum in me, bath our baby in our love~"

"C-cumming!"

Unable to hold himself back, thanks to Myrtle's vivid and lewd imagery, and the combined efforts of her womb continuing to caress and hold onto his cock, Harry was unable to hold in his orgasm any longer, and with a small roar, Harry unleashed his first load of the day, and the very first load inside his now official wife.

He watched through squinted eyes as his sperm shot out through his penis, and gathered around inside the womb, painting the insides white, and somehow missing the small baby entirely, which made him sigh in relief, he really didn't want that to happen, no matter how much Myrtle tried for it to happen.

"Ahh~" Myrtle cooed out, rubbing her bloated belly as she felt the warmth of Harry's cum within her, and she just enjoyed the moment of peace that she felt after her lover came within her.

However, mere moments after Harry came, as Myrtle rose off of his cock, a small splurge of liquid expelled from her gaped, hairy cunt that was a mixture of her juices, and Harry's cum, but most importantly, another substance, that soaked onto Harry's stomach and leaked down onto the sheets, coating it in a light layer of liquid. Wide eyed, Myrtle suddenly clutched at her stomach, and groaning in absolute agony as she felt movement from within her ghostly womb.

"Myrtle?" Harry questioned, looking on in concern as he gazed at his wife, who seemed to be in agony, not even caring that he was sodden with some form of liquid that was mixed with a layer of his cum, "What's wrong?"

Looking up at Harry, she stuttered out, "I... I think the baby is coming."

His eyes wide as Harry felt his heartrate skyrocket, he quickly and gently grabbed Myrtle's ghostly body, before he helped her down on the bed, making sure that she was as comfortable as could be, and as he rested her on her back, Harry quickly rushed to the connected bathroom, and grabbed a small towel and gently lifted Myrtle's hips and placed it underneath her, and made sure that the towel still had enough length to help with the birth process.

"Agh!" Myrtle yelled out, clenching her eyes shut as her teeth grinded against each other as she could feel her contractions rock through her body.

"It's ok, Myrtle." Harry spoke out, gently grabbing Myrtle's hand as she continued to groan in pain as her body continued to clench up, causing Harry to wince as the vice-like grip started to creak the bones in his hand, "Just breath..."

"I'm trying!" Myrtle yelled out, her grip somehow tightening even further as her entire body clenched up. Exhaling deeply, Myrtle continued to try to push, it was what her body was telling her to do, and she wasn't going to go against it now.

However, seeing Myrtle's already gaped pussy widen even further caused Harry to look down, and he couldn't help but smile as he saw the head of their gorgeous little baby finally crown its head out from Myrtle's vagina, taking its very first moments into the world.

"A few more pushes, honey." Harry murmured out, gently running his free hand across Myrtle's arm, "The baby is nearly out."

It seemed like that was all that Myrtle needed to know, as she groaned loudly and her body contracted painfully a few more times, each contraction, Myrtle's grip on Harry's hand tightened considerably, and at one point, he could feel the bones in his hand grind together causing a very unpleasant sensation, however, he pushed through it for his wife.

"WAHH!"

The sound of a baby's cry broke them out of their pained state, and Myrtle somehow gained more energy as she continued to pant heavily, and she looked down between her legs, and resting upon the blanket that was now sodden with her juices, was their precious baby, and from what she saw between the baby's legs, it was a girl.

Cooing softly, Myrtle managed to maneuver her tired body enough to gently pick up the small, sniffling baby from the towel below, and gently rubbing away the gunky, slimy juices off of the small baby's body, Myrtle allowed her breast to flop out from the confines of her bra, and she brought the baby's mouth towards her nipple, where the small baby girl instinctively latched on and started to gently suckle, causing Myrtle to moan at the sensation.

"She is beautiful..." Myrtle murmured out, a proud, happy smile on her face as she watched her baby girl suckle from her breast.

"That she is." Harry agreed with her, gently running his finger across her cheek, "She is our beautiful baby girl."

Now, the Potter family had grown by one, and it would be sure to grow by more family members throughout the next few years as Myrtle would once again get pregnant by her husband, and she would give birth to more children.

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