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The Afterlife and Times of Myrtle Potter	By : NormanCharles Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 19696 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 21: Sharing

Harry and Hermione appeared in
the entrance hall of Grimmauld Place where they were immediately pounced upon
by Myrtle and Ginny respectively.� The two essentials with them were pulsing a
pleasant shade of blue-white.

�Mr. Potter,� Myrtle began.�
�Are we going to make a habit out of this?�

Harry shrugged.� �God I hope
not.�

�Are you okay?� Ginny asked
Hermione.

�I was never in any danger.�

�I don�t know about that,� the
redhead groused, �some of those incompetents at the ministry are actually
capable of producing a patronus y�know.�

Hermione smiled and asked,
�Harry, would you call prongs please?�

He hesitated.� �Are you sure
that�s a good idea?�

�Trust me.�

He pointed his wand down the
hallway and shouted �Expecto Patronum!�

The golden stag appeared and
then walked toward Harry, Hermione and the two essensentials.� As Prongs
approached the semi-corporeals Harry was taken aback by the similar nature of
his patronus and the white wraiths.

�Don�t you ever wonder where
your patronus comes from?�

�I thought it came from me.�

She shook her head, �it comes for
you, but it comes from the same place as the essensentials.�

�How do you know this?�

�Hey, I�m just the parasite
here, Noir knows these things.�

�So when the patroni disappear,
they�re really, um?�

�Going back to their own.� She
finished for him.

�Could this be a way for the
essensentials to go home?�

Hermione looked hopeful,
�maybe.� We just don�t know.�

Harry�s patronus nuzzled one of
the white wraiths, who stroked the stag�s neck affectionately.

�Um, Prongs?� Harry addressed
his avatar, �can you take them home?�

The golden stag nodded.� The
two essensentials touched his flanks and the three of them faded out together.

Harry and Ginny were stunned,
�are they?�

Hermione looked at the space
where prongs and her kin had been.� �They�re home.�� She whispered.

�Are you sure?� Harry asked.

She smiled.� �Oh yes, we�re
sure.�

He felt like a lead weight had
settled in his stomach, �does that mean you�re leaving?�

�Eventually, but first I have
to reach the others, the ones who survived.�

�How long will that take?� he
asked.

�Not long, but Harry, you have
to understand.� Essensentials are people too.� Most are good and hard working
and just want to be left to live in peace, but some . . .�

�Some are bad?�

�Some are bad enough to make
Voldemort look like a petty thief.�

Harry paled.� �That bastard
split his soul till there was nothing human left!�

�And a rogue essensential, a
true dementor feeds on souls.� Which do you think is worse?� A twisted man who
shreds his own soul or a twisted wraith that delights in shredding the souls of
others?�

�How can we fight them?� he
whispered.

�With wraith warriors.�
Hermione answered in what Harry knew to be the voice of Noir.

She continued, �There must
be at least one wraith warrior, one willing to stay behind to fight the dark
ones, the dementors.�

�And if the wraith warrior
falls?�

�Another will take its place.�

�How will another know that it
is needed?�

�We will know.�

Harry, Myrtle and Ginny all
looked at Hermione, imploring.

�Will you stay?� Myrtle asked.

�For as long as I can,�
she answered with a shrug.� �I am unique; I can walk in both worlds.�

�Do we know why that is?� Ginny
asked.

�I have my suspicions, a
hypothesis if you will.�

Harry smirked, �Now I know
that�s Hermione!�� They all shared a laugh at this.

Meacham cleared his throat, �I
have a late luncheon set out and tea for Miss Granger.�

They all thanked the house elf
and tucked in.

After lunch Harry and Myrtle
retired to the master to cuddle and catch a quick nap.

�Love?� she asked in a small
voice, �is that time turner somewhere handy?�

�On the nightstand� he said
with a yawn, just before drifting off to sleep.

He woke an hour later to the
feeling of warm lips on his own, and on his erect member.

�Wha?� he started, pushing past
his bushy haired wife to see another head of bushy brown hair bobbing up and
down on his cock.� He also noticed that none of them were encumbered by clothes.�

The one who had been kissing
him held up the medallion with the tiny hourglass at its center.

�This is for your enjoyment Mr.
Potter, just lie back and relax!�

Harry smirked and lay back
down.

The Myrtle kissing him was
working herself into a lather with her fingers as the one felating him rubbed
herself on his leg.�

When Kissing!Myrtle raised her
head to take a breath Harry groaned, �wand.�

�You want your wand?� she
asked.

He nodded.� She reached over
him to the night stand and handed him his holly and phoenix feather wand.� He
touched the tip to his tongue and whispered �engorgio.�

Myrtle�s eyes grew wide as
saucers as his tongue extended five inches past his lips.� Harry wagged his
eyebrows and said �well?� surprisingly clearly for someone with such an
outsized lingual muscle.

�Oh hell yes!� she
squealed as she sat on his chest.� Harry felt his other Hermione look-alike
place her wet entrance over the tip of his engorged cock.

�Togetha� on three,� he said as
clearly as he could, considering his, um, handicap?

�Un, who, thee!� on three he
plunged his tongue into Myrtle as her double impaled herself on his cock.� All
three groaned in ecstasy.

As Harry began reciting naughty
lyrics in parseltongue while tongue-fucking the Myrtle on his face she began to
lose herself in the constant orgasm.� As she fell back onto the cowgirl riding
Harry�s cock like a hobby horse, her doppelganger steadied her by holding on to
both her overly aroused breasts.� It wasn�t long before tongue-fucked Myrtle
passed out from sheer pleasure.

The cock-rider stopped pumping
just long enough to help Harry lay her twin on the bed comfortably.� She looked
deeply into his green eyes and said, �My turn!�� Then bounced on his balls to
her heart�s content.

She roared her climax to the
rafters before collapsing on his chest.� Harry, not quite finished at this
point continued to stroke in and out slowly as his lover purred in post
orgasmic bliss.

When she realized that Harry
hadn�t had his turn yet she rolled onto her back and wrapped her legs around
his middle and demanded �fuck me Harry, pound me into this mattress!� Fuck me stupid!�

He obliged to the best of his
ability as she set his pace with her �fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!� cadence.��
Long strokes, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in over and
over and over until she began to scream that she was coming again and he roared
back �coming, I�m coming, oh God I�m coming!�

As they lay there in post
coital bliss he began to chuckle �fuck me stupid?�

She shrugged, �well, if you
fuck my brains out. . .�� They laughed at that and cuddled and snoozed.� Harry
woke up a few minutes later all alone in the king-sized bed; he assumed his
wife was in the loo.�

He was right, but what he
didn�t know was that Myrtle and Hermione were in there together, Hermione was
thanking Myrtle profusely for the gift of her husband.� Myrtle smirked, �we
never lied to him.� We just showed him the time turner and let him reach his
own conclusions.�

�Still, its probably better
that he not know.� Hermione suggested, �He would feel terrible about being
unfaithful to his wife.�

�Hey, it�s not cheating if
you�re here by invitation!�

Hermione shrugged, �you know
Harry.�

Myrtle smiled, �and now you do
too, in the biblical sense!�

They both smirked and returned
to the bed, �He�s all worn out� Myrtle said.

�Time for me to go,� Hermione
whispered, then kissed Myrtle full on the lips before slipping out the door.

On the other side of the door
Hermione appeared to be talking to herself as she said in a satisfied tone, �I knew
it!�
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