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Make a Wish	By : NormanCharles Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 117347 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Ch 1 A New Use for that Old Cloak

Fifteen-year-old Harry Potter
writhed within his sweat soaked bedclothes.� He was in the throes of yet
another vision.� A familiar sultry disembodied voice urged him on.

�Make a wish, baby, what do you
want more than anything in the world?�

Harry�s fevered reply, as always,
was �I want, no, I need. . .�

�What do you need, baby?�

�I � I need . . . arrrrghhh!�

Harry sat bolt-upright in his bed
throwing off his duvet and sheet.� He was panting like the time he�d run three
times around the lake to push back his mounting sense of frustration.

His four fifth year dorm-mates
seemed to be having a snoring competition.� If so, Ron was winning by a nose. .
.�

Grabbing his wand from the
nightstand he whispered �Tempus.�

The image of an ethereal clock
showed one minute past midnight.

�Finite,� he muttered under his
breath, disappearing the time piece.

Harry sighed and got out of bed
clad only in his two-sizes-too-large boxers.� A quick, stealthy, visit to his
trunk and he was on his way downstairs, his invisibility cloak wrapped around
his shoulders.� Anyone spotting him would have been startled by the apparently
disembodied head floating down the staircase.

�Eeeeeep!�

Harry turned to the sound, his
wand raised.

�Who�s there?� Who�s there?� Harry
and another asked simultaneously.� Just a minute, he thought, I know
that voice.

�Myrtle?� Harry asked,
incredulously.

�Harry?� the ghost asked timidly.

�Myrtle, what are you doing
here?�

�Um, well, that is to say I, um .
. .�

�I thought you were bound to your
bathroom?�

�Not really, I um, can go
wherever the pipes go . . .�

�Why are you here?�

The little ghost practically
glowed blue.� If Harry had been more familiar with all things ectoplasmic he
would have recognized her ghostly blush.

�Um, why are you up?� It�s late.�

Harry shrugged, �can�t sleep half
the time, so I come down here to watch the fire.�

�I never sleep,� Myrtle said with
a shrug, �I just float around the castle.�

�Well, enjoy your haunt; I�ll
just be in the common room.�

�Um, Harry, would you . . . like
some company?�

Harry thought about it.� Myrtle
had years, no decades, of experience roaming these hallowed halls, and
might be willing to share what she�d learned.� Even as he thought it he felt
shame.� He couldn�t see himself using someone like that.� On the other hand it
would be nice to have someone to talk to on those nights when he couldn�t
sleep.

�Why not?� he said with a grin.

Myrtle smiled and floated just
ahead, leading him to the common room.

Harry settled on the couch, still
wrapped in his cloak so that only his head showed.

�Um, Harry, could you not, I
mean, could you take that silly cloak off please?� It�s a little scary just
having your head there and nothing else.�

Scary, he thought, right, a ghost is frightened
by my little illusion.

�But Myrtle,� he hissed, �I�m
only just in my pants!�

The ghost girl rolled her eyes,
�Do you honestly think I haven�t seen any boy in Hogwarts in the
altogether?�

�Myrtle!� Harry sounded shocked,
but couldn�t hide his grin.

�Oh don�t sound so scandalized.�
All the ghosts watch.� Some have been doing it for hundreds of years.�

She floated close to whisper in
his ear.� �Imagine, Harry, if you were a ghost, could you keep yourself from
wandering into the girl�s dorms - or their showers?�

He started to protest that he
wouldn�t but stopped at her raised eyebrow.� Then he couldn�t help himself, he
guffawed.� The first honest laugh he�d had since the beginning of the term.

�Well, maybe.� But it�s hardly
fair.� You can see us but we don�t see, um, I mean. . .�

�Harry!� she squeaked, with a
scandalized look that couldn�t quite overcome her outrageous grin.� She stared
at Harry intensely, then seemed to come to a decision.

Myrtle giggled and said, �All
right then, fair�s fair.��

She floated to a point between
Harry and the fireplace, then began a slow, suggestive dance, her translucent
hips swaying to music that only she could hear.�

�I�ve never done this before, for
anyone so don�t you dare laugh.�

Harry swallowed and assured her,
�never happen.�

She pulled her blouse out of her
skirt and began to unbutton the ethereal shirt one button at a time from the
bottom to the top.� Pulling open one side, she revealed one cup of her plain
cotton bra.� Then she shrugged the shirt off before placing it on a nearby
chair.

Myrtle looked over her shoulder,
seductively, and winked as she unbuttoned the side of her uniform skirt.� She
bent at the waist, faced away from him, and pulled her skirt down over her
knickers clad bum.� Stepping out of the skirt, she folded it and placed it next
to her blouse.

Myrtle stood before Harry clad
only in her 1940s style under clothes; high waist white pants and matching bra,
knee socks and Mary Janes.

�Now Mister Potter, your cloak if
you please!�

Harry gulped, he didn�t mind
Myrtle seeing him in his cousin�s boxers, but right now, at this particular
point in time he had a bit of a problem.

�Um . . .�

�Oh I see, you naughty boy,�
Myrtle said with a smirk, �I guess it�s reasonable enough, considering.�

Saying this she reached behind
herself, unhooked her bra and let it fall to the ground.

�Urk?�

Harry had never seen real breasts
before, ghostly or otherwise.� True, Myrtle was only an �A� cup, and would be
forever, but her small baps suited her perfectly.� This was not helping the
�tent construction� going on under the cloak.

�Now Harry.�

�Ah, Myrtle, y�see it�s just that
. . .�

�What?� Can�t I keep my shoes and
socks?�

�Yeah, but . . .�

�What?� Myrtle nearly shouted.

�I�m, um, I mean . . .�

�You�re what?�

Harry groaned and slowly lifted the
invisibility cloak off his torso.� It was very obvious what he had been trying
to say as his full mast raised the material of his too-large boxers to an
impressive height.

�Oh.� Myrtle said with a little
start.� �That�s um, wow . . .�

She drifted a bit closer leaned
forward and asked, �Is that because of me?�

Harry whimpered and nodded.� As
Myrtle leaned forward her pert little breasts seemed to point at Harry's
erection.� He noticed that the nipples seemed to crinkle and stiffen as she
inspected his �tent.�

�Does that hurt?� she asked.

�It�s not so much a pain as it�s
a need.�

Saying that Harry remembered why
he was up in the first place.�

�Myrtle, that�s why I couldn�t
sleep, I had to have something, to do something.�

�What?�

�I�m not exactly sure, but I
think it has to do with my, um . . .�

�Trouser snake?�

He grinned at that and said,
�yeah.�

The little ghost tentatively
reached out to touch the fleshy pole beneath the �big top,� but drew back
quickly when Harry shuddered and whimpered, �c-cold!�

Myrtle drew back, hurt by his albeit
involuntary rejection.� She began to gather her things to leave.� The single
silver tear coursing down her face tore at Harry more so than Myrtle�s
incessant moaning. When she turned to leave Harry found his voice, �no, please don�t
go.�

Myrtle sighed, wiped her cheek
with the back of her hand, then looked at Harry, her face resolute, �Why not,
Mister Potter?� It�s not like we can have any kind of future together.�

�But we can have a now
together, can�t we?�

Myrtle groaned, �You boys are
really all alike.� Just show a flash of knickers and a little boob and you get
all horny.�

�Maybe so, Miss,� he said, trying
to reason with the girl.� �But it wasn�t me that started undressing in the
common room.�

Myrtle wanted to huff at that but
her innate sense of fair play didn�t seem to allow it.

�No, you�re right there.�

�B�sides, I didn�t ask you here
just to get you naked, I really just wanted someone to talk to.�

�And now?�

�And now I�d really like
to talk to you, just talk is all.�

�Hmmmmm,� the ghost said, eyeing
the fire, �give me just a tick.�

With that she stepped into the
fire.

�Myrtle!�

�It�s okay, fire can�t hurt me,�
pointing to her chest she said, �ghost, remember?�

Harry watched in fascination as
the ghost�s hue went from blue to white to slightly pink to red.� She stepped
out onto the rug, which began to smoke.

�Oops, I stayed in a bit too
long.� Better give me a minute, let me know when I�m almost white.�

As her ectoplasm cooled she began
to shift to a more neutral color.

�You�re white again.�

She tentatively placed her
ethereal hand on his arm.

�Still cold?�

�No, not at all.�

She smiled and snuggled against
him, her warmed ectoplasm feeling very comfortable next to his skin.

�Now, where were we?�

�For now, we�re just talking,
like two proper mates, okay?�

�Really?�

�Yep, two really good friends who
just happen to be mostly starkers on the couch in a room where anyone can walk
in on us at any time,� he said with a smirk, �simple really.�

She giggled.

�That�s the Myrtle I know.� He
said with a smile.

�Tell me about yourself.� She
started.

�Oh, not much to tell.� Just
listen to everyone here.� I�m a dangerous, attention seeking glory hound, heir
to Slytherin, the boy who lived, defeater of basilisks, Tri-wizard champion and
all around handsome guy.�

He had intended to do an
over-the-top �Witches Weekly Most Charming Smile� imitation, worthy of a
Gilderoy Lockhart.� But on Harry the effect was, well, bewitching.

Myrtle sighed and Harry�s smile
fell.

�Um, I was just kidding, Myrtle.�
Really.�

�Harry, you really don�t have any
idea, do you?�

�About what?�

�I�ll tell you later.�

�Um, okay, but tell me about
yourself.� I don�t even know your last name.�

�Malone.� Yeah, I see it in your
face, �if only her mum had named her Molly,� I get that a lot.�

�Irish, then?�

�Na, Welch, a course, from Felin-newydd.�

�Was it nice there?�

�It was okay.� Mum and Da both
died of a fever when I was six.� Wizard�s influenza.� Nearly killed me too, but
I lived, as did most of the children of Felin-newydd.� We all grew up in a
parish home.�� Seeing the look of pity in Harry�s eyes she quickly said, �Oh,
it wasn�t bad.� I missed my parents something awful, but I had nine brothers
and sisters and the town sort of adopted all of us.� In Wales muggle and magical folk often live side by side so when I started showing accidental
magic the town was thrilled.� I was supposed to go off to school, and then go
back to Felin-newydd as a �wise woman,� y�know, the town�s witch.

�I�m afraid it was a bit of a
disappointment when I got myself killed.�

�Not your fault, y�know.� Harry
said, kindly.

�I never did thank you.� She
said.

�What for?�

�For killing the monster that
killed me.�

�Anytime, Miss Malone.�

The sound of footsteps created a
mad scramble on the couch.

�Hello?�

�Here, get under this with me!�
Harry whispered urgently.

Myrtle wrapped herself around
Harry as he covered them both in his invisibility cloak.

Hermione Granger touched the
bottom step and leaned into the room.

�Anyone down here?� she asked.

She scanned the room and
shrugged, heading back up the stair when she stopped, turned around and stared
at something in the middle of the common room floor.

A slightly glowing ghostly bra on
the rug in front of the fire.�

As Hermione came down into the
room to investigate Harry felt Myrtle�s hand grip his arm, felt her warm
breasts against his bare back and realized something.

Myrtle�s a ghost.

Beyond a bit of ectoplasmic
tingling I shouldn�t be feeling her at all.
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