Chapter Five Moaning
Myrtle's Bathroom
Hermione walked into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. She knew it was restricted and that was precisely why she had chosen to speak with Myrtle. She didn't know why she wanted to, but she did. She walked to the last stall, where loud wailing sobs filled the air. Hermione knocked on the door lightly, and it was immediately swung open by a girl's ghost, with glasses and huge eyes. It was clear she had been crying, like usual.
"What are you doing in my bathroom?" It cried in a loud voice.
"I just thought you might want some company." Hermione gave her a small smile.
Myrtle blinked, as if she couldn't believe someone actually wanted her company. Myrtle left her stall, floating around the sinks. "I didn't know you cared about me," she sniffed.
Hermione scoffed. "Of course I care about you. Your like a friend to me."
Myrtle sniffed back another happy tear. "Is there anything you wanted to tell me? You usually don't come in here much."
Hermione moved next to Myrtle, perching herself up on a sink. "Well, I wanted to ask for your advice on something."
Myrtle drew back. "My advice!? Do you realize how bad I am at giving advice?"
"No, you're not. I find your opinion very promising indeed."
A transparent tear rolled down Myrtle's cheek. "Thank you."
Hermione waved a hand as she dismissed it. "Well," Myrtle said slowly, "what do you want my advice on?"
"Let's say I have a friend-"
"Is it the cute one, Harry?"
"No-"
"Is it Ron? I find that boy funny!"
"No-"
"Well then spit it out, Hermione! God, you act as if you can't talk."
Hermione gritted her teeth. "My friend, she has a problem. She knows a boy, who is..lets say obsessed with her. I wanted to know what you think on the subject."
Myrtle was quiet for a moment. "Well, then she has a problem. Is it really bad?"
"Bad enough to attack her," Hermione muttered.
Myrtle drew back again. "Really!? Oh, that is bad. He probably wont stop till he gets what he wants, and then she is really going to be in trouble."
Myrtle's talk was not making Hermione feel better. Hermione frowned, and started to say 'So you don't think there's any help for her' when Myrtle started wailing.
"What on earth!"
"Your unhappy with me! Everyone is!" Myrtle flew back into her stall, locking it.
Hermione blinked. "Myrtle, I'm not ma-"
"Well, well, well. What have we here?" Said a male voice from the door to the girl's bathroom.
Hermione looked in horror at Cedric, who was leaning against the doorframe, his masculine form filling it. He hair was disarranged, and his robes were slightly wrinkled. And he wore a smug smile. "Cedric," Hermione said.
He tilted his head at her. "Mmmhmm, that's me."
"What are you doing here?" Hermione demanded, once she got over the shock of seeing him again.
"I followed you." He stepped in, walking to her in three long strides. Hermione would have jumped off the sink but he was standing in between her legs, and that made her uncomfortable. He placed his hands on her knees, smiling. "What's a matter, Hermione? Scared?" He inched his hands up and under her robes. Hermione gasped and slapped him. Cedric shook his head, his hands stopping at her inner thighs. "Now why did you do that? Hmm?"
Hermione tried pushing him away. "Get away from me, Cedric. Please," she pleaded, pushing at his hands. His fingers made circles on her thighs and he leaned in, nibbling her ear.
"I want you, Hermione. And I'm damned determined to have you," he whispered in her ear. He moved his hands up, touching the smooth skin of her stomach, all the while inching her robe up. "I want to see you. Feel you," he murmured. His hand closed roughly against her medium sized breast and squeezed tightly.
"Stop it, Cedric!" Hermione screamed, grabbing his hand and pushing him away from her.
Myrtle, all of the sudden, burst from her stall. Cedric jumped back in surprise, having forgotten Myrtle died in this bathroom.
"It was you, huh, Hermione!" She cried. "You're the one with the problem!" She yelped in glee.
"Myrtle, help me," was Hermione's pitiful cry.
Myrtle blinked. "Oh, of course!" Myrtle floated up to Cedric and made the most hideous face he could ever have imagined possible. "RAWWWWRRRRR!" She cried out at him, raising her hands in effect.
Cedric tripped backwards and ran from the room like a frightened little puppy. Hermione jumped down from the sink she was on and sagged against the wall behind her. "Thank you, Myrtle. Thank you," Hermine said.
"Oh it was my pleasure!" Myrtle said cheerfully, obviously unaware of Hermione's distress.
Hermione walked into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. She knew it was restricted and that was precisely why she had chosen to speak with Myrtle. She didn't know why she wanted to, but she did. She walked to the last stall, where loud wailing sobs filled the air. Hermione knocked on the door lightly, and it was immediately swung open by a girl's ghost, with glasses and huge eyes. It was clear she had been crying, like usual.
"What are you doing in my bathroom?" It cried in a loud voice.
"I just thought you might want some company." Hermione gave her a small smile.
Myrtle blinked, as if she couldn't believe someone actually wanted her company. Myrtle left her stall, floating around the sinks. "I didn't know you cared about me," she sniffed.
Hermione scoffed. "Of course I care about you. Your like a friend to me."
Myrtle sniffed back another happy tear. "Is there anything you wanted to tell me? You usually don't come in here much."
Hermione moved next to Myrtle, perching herself up on a sink. "Well, I wanted to ask for your advice on something."
Myrtle drew back. "My advice!? Do you realize how bad I am at giving advice?"
"No, you're not. I find your opinion very promising indeed."
A transparent tear rolled down Myrtle's cheek. "Thank you."
Hermione waved a hand as she dismissed it. "Well," Myrtle said slowly, "what do you want my advice on?"
"Let's say I have a friend-"
"Is it the cute one, Harry?"
"No-"
"Is it Ron? I find that boy funny!"
"No-"
"Well then spit it out, Hermione! God, you act as if you can't talk."
Hermione gritted her teeth. "My friend, she has a problem. She knows a boy, who is..lets say obsessed with her. I wanted to know what you think on the subject."
Myrtle was quiet for a moment. "Well, then she has a problem. Is it really bad?"
"Bad enough to attack her," Hermione muttered.
Myrtle drew back again. "Really!? Oh, that is bad. He probably wont stop till he gets what he wants, and then she is really going to be in trouble."
Myrtle's talk was not making Hermione feel better. Hermione frowned, and started to say 'So you don't think there's any help for her' when Myrtle started wailing.
"What on earth!"
"Your unhappy with me! Everyone is!" Myrtle flew back into her stall, locking it.
Hermione blinked. "Myrtle, I'm not ma-"
"Well, well, well. What have we here?" Said a male voice from the door to the girl's bathroom.
Hermione looked in horror at Cedric, who was leaning against the doorframe, his masculine form filling it. He hair was disarranged, and his robes were slightly wrinkled. And he wore a smug smile. "Cedric," Hermione said.
He tilted his head at her. "Mmmhmm, that's me."
"What are you doing here?" Hermione demanded, once she got over the shock of seeing him again.
"I followed you." He stepped in, walking to her in three long strides. Hermione would have jumped off the sink but he was standing in between her legs, and that made her uncomfortable. He placed his hands on her knees, smiling. "What's a matter, Hermione? Scared?" He inched his hands up and under her robes. Hermione gasped and slapped him. Cedric shook his head, his hands stopping at her inner thighs. "Now why did you do that? Hmm?"
Hermione tried pushing him away. "Get away from me, Cedric. Please," she pleaded, pushing at his hands. His fingers made circles on her thighs and he leaned in, nibbling her ear.
"I want you, Hermione. And I'm damned determined to have you," he whispered in her ear. He moved his hands up, touching the smooth skin of her stomach, all the while inching her robe up. "I want to see you. Feel you," he murmured. His hand closed roughly against her medium sized breast and squeezed tightly.
"Stop it, Cedric!" Hermione screamed, grabbing his hand and pushing him away from her.
Myrtle, all of the sudden, burst from her stall. Cedric jumped back in surprise, having forgotten Myrtle died in this bathroom.
"It was you, huh, Hermione!" She cried. "You're the one with the problem!" She yelped in glee.
"Myrtle, help me," was Hermione's pitiful cry.
Myrtle blinked. "Oh, of course!" Myrtle floated up to Cedric and made the most hideous face he could ever have imagined possible. "RAWWWWRRRRR!" She cried out at him, raising her hands in effect.
Cedric tripped backwards and ran from the room like a frightened little puppy. Hermione jumped down from the sink she was on and sagged against the wall behind her. "Thank you, Myrtle. Thank you," Hermine said.
"Oh it was my pleasure!" Myrtle said cheerfully, obviously unaware of Hermione's distress.
