Hey. argh I don't noe how to use this site. it's such a poo but i hope u liked the first chapter. i did it realli quickly coz i rushed the last part because my mom kicked me off. and yeah i type too fast so that's probably why i have so many typos.
o wells. enjoy the next chapter. i wish i owned harry potter. i wanna own draco but sadly i don't. *frowns*
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter Two
Ginny rushed to her room after breakfast. She slammed the room to her dorm and leaned on the door. She cared about Harry since the first time she had met him. BUt after giving him the valentine back in second year, she would never do anymore more humiliating than that. She closed her eyes and dreamt of him putting his arms around her and kissing her sweetly. The idea gave her shivers down her spine. She loved to dream it but knew it would never happen. She was too shy.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Meanwhile a certain ghost was floating around in her toilet. It was Moaning myrtle. Every few minutes she would turn and float through one of the lavatory doors.
"Oh poo...Where is he?" Moaning myrtle whined as she looked into the mirror. A opaque vision of her appeared. Her black hair hung limply in two knots of the side of her face and she frowned at herself. She began to float around the stall again.
"Maybe he hasn't gotten the letter yet" she thought, she sighed and shook her head, 'No. I gave it to his owl with a bundle of food so it should have done what i asked." She hoped Peeves hadn't followed her into the owlery last night and stolen the letter. BUt he would have teased her about it hours ago before declaring it to the entire grade during breakfast.
She was upset and wanted to bang her head against the sink. Except the fact that she couldn't. She rested above her toilet and thought about Harry with a smile on her face. His solid green eyes. His clear skin. His ruffled black hair. And that cute little scar across his forehead. Ever since he and Ron had come into her toilet back in second year and found out that the thing that had killed her was the deadly basilisk from the Chamber of Secrets. She would have thought everyone would wanna be her friend after knowing about such an interesting death but barely anyone came into her toilet.
Sometimes the red headed weasley girl would rush in and sob. Myrtle sometimes felt sorry for her. She didn't have many friends and the only people she had seen her truly happy with were with Harry, Hermione And her brother. At other times girls came in only to talk bitchily about other people in the year but they always left her alone. Except Millicent Bulstrode. She would come and annoy the hell out of Myrtle. When Myrtle would be sitting quietly in the toilet, MIllicent would come and use the one she was sitting on. And it stank!
Myrtle sighed again and rested her face on her hands. She wished Harry would come inside. She wished and prayed for him to come everyday.
Sadly she went and floated through her wall and into the library. She liked the libary. Most years weren't in there during the day. SHe could prop herself up and read pages of book. She was able to tap her hand against one of the shelves and push a book off the shelf. It was one of the only things she could do as a ghost. She couldn't touch people but some objects she could move or pick up. It really depended. And how hard she tried.
She read a book before the bell rang for lunch where some first years would come and hang out. They hadn't adjusted well to ghosts. The Bloody Baron had told her about one who had fainted at the site of him. She floated back into her toilet.
Suddenly a young boy, probably in the second year, with blonde hair and brown eyes stood next to her sink. His arms were straight by his side and his body seemed stiff.
'What are you doing here?' asked Myrtle giving him an odd look.
He looked at her and gave a odd smile. The smile reminded her of someone but she couldn't pinpoint who.
"My...name...is...Stupid brain..." he said in an automatic voice. Myrtle wondered what was wrong with him,
"Let...me...do...a...dance...for...you"
And with that he leaned over and pulled his robes over his head. He was wearing a white shirt and jeans. With that, he yanked his pants down and began gyrating his hips in circular motions, his hands behind his head holding his robe above his shoulders.
"What are you doing!!!" Cried Myrtle covering her eyes, "Get out of my toilet!"
Suddenly he stopped. Yanking the robes over the top of his head he looked at Myrtle with wide eyes. He looked down at his boxers at his knees, gaped and pulled them up before rushing out of the toilet.
Myrtle peeked through her covered eyes and watched him run off before she recognised a familar person laughing on the floor.
"Peeves!!!" She cried looking at the ghost rolling on the floor with tears in his eyes. His orange hair was a swipe on top of his head and he continued to laugh histerically on the floor, "What did you do to that poor boy!"
Peeves stood up, "I took over his body. It was so mad. I could make him do or say whatever I wanted." with a big grin on his face.
Myrtle couldn't believe what she was hearing, "You can't do that!"
Peeves nodded, "Yes you can. I was in the libary throwing books at Seamus and Neville when I got into the Restricted area. So i floated around and I found this book about how you can get into other peoples bodys. It shows you how and everything. There's like only one copy of this book. And it was in the top shelf so no-one's ever noticed it. NO book has ever told you how to get into another body. They've written about occurances but never how."
"That's crazy! I'm going to tell the Bloody Baron! That is definitely going to get you in trouble!" Myrtle cried, her mind ticking like clockwork.
Peeves face turned from laughter to fear, "You wouldn't!"
Myrtle gave a look, "I would. Promise you won't do it anymore."
Peeves sighed and nodded then floated out of the toilet grumbling about how Myrtle had ruined his fun.
Myrtle then smiled mischievously before floating back into the libary.
o wells. enjoy the next chapter. i wish i owned harry potter. i wanna own draco but sadly i don't. *frowns*
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter Two
Ginny rushed to her room after breakfast. She slammed the room to her dorm and leaned on the door. She cared about Harry since the first time she had met him. BUt after giving him the valentine back in second year, she would never do anymore more humiliating than that. She closed her eyes and dreamt of him putting his arms around her and kissing her sweetly. The idea gave her shivers down her spine. She loved to dream it but knew it would never happen. She was too shy.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Meanwhile a certain ghost was floating around in her toilet. It was Moaning myrtle. Every few minutes she would turn and float through one of the lavatory doors.
"Oh poo...Where is he?" Moaning myrtle whined as she looked into the mirror. A opaque vision of her appeared. Her black hair hung limply in two knots of the side of her face and she frowned at herself. She began to float around the stall again.
"Maybe he hasn't gotten the letter yet" she thought, she sighed and shook her head, 'No. I gave it to his owl with a bundle of food so it should have done what i asked." She hoped Peeves hadn't followed her into the owlery last night and stolen the letter. BUt he would have teased her about it hours ago before declaring it to the entire grade during breakfast.
She was upset and wanted to bang her head against the sink. Except the fact that she couldn't. She rested above her toilet and thought about Harry with a smile on her face. His solid green eyes. His clear skin. His ruffled black hair. And that cute little scar across his forehead. Ever since he and Ron had come into her toilet back in second year and found out that the thing that had killed her was the deadly basilisk from the Chamber of Secrets. She would have thought everyone would wanna be her friend after knowing about such an interesting death but barely anyone came into her toilet.
Sometimes the red headed weasley girl would rush in and sob. Myrtle sometimes felt sorry for her. She didn't have many friends and the only people she had seen her truly happy with were with Harry, Hermione And her brother. At other times girls came in only to talk bitchily about other people in the year but they always left her alone. Except Millicent Bulstrode. She would come and annoy the hell out of Myrtle. When Myrtle would be sitting quietly in the toilet, MIllicent would come and use the one she was sitting on. And it stank!
Myrtle sighed again and rested her face on her hands. She wished Harry would come inside. She wished and prayed for him to come everyday.
Sadly she went and floated through her wall and into the library. She liked the libary. Most years weren't in there during the day. SHe could prop herself up and read pages of book. She was able to tap her hand against one of the shelves and push a book off the shelf. It was one of the only things she could do as a ghost. She couldn't touch people but some objects she could move or pick up. It really depended. And how hard she tried.
She read a book before the bell rang for lunch where some first years would come and hang out. They hadn't adjusted well to ghosts. The Bloody Baron had told her about one who had fainted at the site of him. She floated back into her toilet.
Suddenly a young boy, probably in the second year, with blonde hair and brown eyes stood next to her sink. His arms were straight by his side and his body seemed stiff.
'What are you doing here?' asked Myrtle giving him an odd look.
He looked at her and gave a odd smile. The smile reminded her of someone but she couldn't pinpoint who.
"My...name...is...Stupid brain..." he said in an automatic voice. Myrtle wondered what was wrong with him,
"Let...me...do...a...dance...for...you"
And with that he leaned over and pulled his robes over his head. He was wearing a white shirt and jeans. With that, he yanked his pants down and began gyrating his hips in circular motions, his hands behind his head holding his robe above his shoulders.
"What are you doing!!!" Cried Myrtle covering her eyes, "Get out of my toilet!"
Suddenly he stopped. Yanking the robes over the top of his head he looked at Myrtle with wide eyes. He looked down at his boxers at his knees, gaped and pulled them up before rushing out of the toilet.
Myrtle peeked through her covered eyes and watched him run off before she recognised a familar person laughing on the floor.
"Peeves!!!" She cried looking at the ghost rolling on the floor with tears in his eyes. His orange hair was a swipe on top of his head and he continued to laugh histerically on the floor, "What did you do to that poor boy!"
Peeves stood up, "I took over his body. It was so mad. I could make him do or say whatever I wanted." with a big grin on his face.
Myrtle couldn't believe what she was hearing, "You can't do that!"
Peeves nodded, "Yes you can. I was in the libary throwing books at Seamus and Neville when I got into the Restricted area. So i floated around and I found this book about how you can get into other peoples bodys. It shows you how and everything. There's like only one copy of this book. And it was in the top shelf so no-one's ever noticed it. NO book has ever told you how to get into another body. They've written about occurances but never how."
"That's crazy! I'm going to tell the Bloody Baron! That is definitely going to get you in trouble!" Myrtle cried, her mind ticking like clockwork.
Peeves face turned from laughter to fear, "You wouldn't!"
Myrtle gave a look, "I would. Promise you won't do it anymore."
Peeves sighed and nodded then floated out of the toilet grumbling about how Myrtle had ruined his fun.
Myrtle then smiled mischievously before floating back into the libary.