Thump. Thump. Thump. "Ouch," the word slipped out as a groan, "I am such an idiot," she paused, and looked around the bathroom again to make sure nobody was there, "I can't believe I really wrote that note! And delivered it! Signed!!" she thumped her head against the loo wall again, making a hollow thump sound echo off the walls of the deserted bathroom. She listened to the echo for a second before a rumbling sound and sharp pain in her stomach made her suddenly aware of the fact that it was, indeed, lunch time. Then a new sound, softer than her growling stomach but growing persistently louder, a moaning sound, reached her ears. "Oh no. It's Moaning Myrtle, just what I need."
"Who's in my loo?" the transparent and slightly shimmering girl with glasses and a permanent pout demanded when spotting Ginny leaning outside from where she was in the toilet. Then she recognized her, "Oh no. It's Ginny Weasley again, just what I need." She gave a sigh and floated over to the opposite end of the bathroom. "What do you want?"
"The answer to my problems," Ginny muttered under her breath without realizing she had said it out loud, then louder, "Nothing. I just came here to be alone, but apparently I chose the wrong place."
"Oooooh, you've got boy troubles. I can tell. Nobody ever comes into old, nasty Moaning Myrtle's bathroom for ordinary problems. Apparently my loo is reserved for the most awful," the ghost sniffed then, and the pout got slightly worse, then suddenly she brightened, and announced suddenly with what might have passed for cheerfulness if it weren't for the whine in her voice that remained high pitched, "maybe I could help you with your boy problem. I know what it's like to be rejected," she frowned and mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like 'bloody Harry Potter', and then continued, "Besides, who would I tell?" Ginny knew then as she looked at Myrtle that she really had gone nutters, because she found herself considering telling her.
"You have a point…" Ginny began slowly, and watched as Myrtle leaned forward in a confiding manner, "but you can't tell anyone. It'd have to be a total secret. I would threaten to kill you if you told, but I can't, you're already…." She trailed off before saying 'dead' because she suddenly realized that Myrtle might be her only friend in this. After all, Ron would go on the war path, Harry was completely out of the question, and Hermione…. Well, Hermione was dating Ron.
"Yes. Dead," Myrtle giggled, "you don't have anyone else, all you have is me, and I'm dead." She spat out the last word like it was poison, and continued, "But I don't have anyone else either, so we're about even on that level." She sniffed again in a manner suggesting that she wished she did have someone else.
By now, Ginny had made up her mind. "I'll tell you-" she began, but was interrupted by Myrtle squealing, "Oh goody! I haven't heard any good stuff since your second year!" Ginny glared, and Myrtle calmed down again.
"As I was saying, I will tell you. It all started when I first saw him, on the Hogwarts train this year-"
"On the train! Oh, this will be fun, I can just tell!"
"Stop interrupting me, will you?" and so, the strange friendship of Ginny and Myrtle began, in the broken down girls bathroom on the second floor, the day after Ginny wrote (and delivered! Signed!) that note to Draco. Little did she know just how much trouble that note would cause.