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Chapter 5 – Myrtle Malone
Lady Ravenclaw reviewed Professor
McGonagall’s notes and smiled. “It’s been too long Minerva; you are, of
course, correct.”
The transfiguration mistress
allowed herself a small, quirky smile, and nodded.
“We really need Professor
Flitwick for the rune scheme, unless you can think of someone more qualified.”
Neither one suggested Albus
Dumbledore.
“He will know what the pattern
means.” Minerva said, resignedly “but I trust Filius with my life.”
“It’s nearly time for the
meeting.” The Grey Lady offered.
“So it is.”
)O(
In older cultures certain
entities were revered as gods but then came the “Brothers of the Book. The
Judeo-Christian-Muslim rabbis, priests and imams made it their mission to
demonize all of the old gods in favor of the “One True God” and his
prophets. They then set about slaughtering followers of the old gods. When it
got harder and harder to find pagans to murder the various followers of the OTG
proceeded to kill each other over contradictory interpretations of how to
worship the all powerful, all loving Deity.
The old gods themselves moved to
the between worlds, most were content to be away from the cesspit that is human
nature but some kept an eye on human affairs. One such entity was the Goddess
Astarte.
Astarte first manifested herself
in Phoenicia, where she could be seen adorning jewelry and coinage in all her
naked beauty – she was most concerned with fertility, love and the sacred act
of sex. She fell completely, albeit briefly, in love with a Semite youth from Syria and gave him a daughter who grew to be the legendary sorceress, Helen. All the sons
and daughters of Helen were magical, as were their offspring. Through the ages
Astarte kept track of all her progeny, delighting in their escapades for they all
shared her appetites.
Whenever Astarte wanted to
observe the human world she would simply stand between the glass of any mirror
and its reflection. In this manner all mirrors became her window to the mortal
world.
Today she watched Minerva
McGonagall and smiled her approval.
)O(
Harry returned to the common room
from lunch and wondered where everyone was. Apparently McGonagall had called a
meeting of the Gryffindor girls, Ron was still stuffing his face, Neville was
off in a greenhouse, Dean and Seamus were kicking a football around the
courtyard while the other members of their house either joined in or watched in
fascination, having never seen a proper football before.
“Hello, Harry.” Myrtle said and
giggled.
“Myrtle? Where are you?”
The little ghost stepped out of
the fireplace, properly warmed and completely naked, to cuddle with Harry on
the common room couch.
“I have a present for you, my
Myrtle.” He said, pulling a long, thin chain from his pocket.
“Silly, you don’t have to give me
presents.”
“I know, but I think you’ll like
this one.”
He carefully draped the chain
around Myrtle’s neck. Amazingly, as soon as the chain touched her ethereal
skin she became corporeal.
“Yes!” he cried, pumping his fist
in the air.
Now a very solid, very warm, and
completely naked Myrtle Malone lay next to Harry on the couch.
She “squeeeeed!” and pulled him
into another searing, tonsil probing kiss.
When they finally broke she asked
“How?”
“The locket was my Mum’s. I know
it was hers because it has the initials “LE” engraved on the front.
“I found it while cleaning my
Aunt’s house and have kept it hidden ever since. I used a shrinking charm to
place the invisibility cloak inside the locket. If you ever need the cloak,
just open the locket and it will spill out. I was hoping that the locket had
enough magic of its own to conduct the cloaks special properties to you.”
“Now, Mister Potter, I have
something for you.”
She took him by the hand and
started up the stairs to the girl’s dorm. On the third step she stopped and
felt along the wall for the proper spot . . . there! She pulled a loose brick out
and re-inserted it backwards so that it stood out in dark contrast to the sun lightened
stones surrounding it.
“Now we can go on up.”
“What happens if we don’t reverse
the brick?”
“Oh, bells sound and the stairs
become a slide and dump whoever was on the steps into the common room.
“Of course, it only happens if a
boy tries to climb the steps to the girl’s dormitories.”
“Of course.”
She led him into the room shared
by Hermione, Parvati and Lavender – it was easy to spot Hermione’s bed,
surrounded as it was by books and parchments and broken quills.
She sat on Hermione’s bed and
said, “Come on then, one of us is over dressed.”
“Um, Myrtle, what if the girls
come back?”
“Oh McGonagall will have them in
the meeting for at least two hours, besides, we have Hermione’s permission.”
Harry grinned, “I love that
girl.”
“I know,” Myrtle said, kissing
him while unbuttoning his shirt, “and she loves you too. But we’re agreed, I
get you first.”
Harry sat stunned on the bed as
the concept sank in.
Myrtle smiled and thought, by
Jove, I think he’s got it! Then proceeded to relieve the young wizard of his
trousers, pants and socks.
“What you have to understand,
love, is that I may be physically the same age as you, but I have over fifty
years experience watching couples, well, couple. I know what works and what
doesn’t - what to say to a girl, or a boy, and more importantly, what not
to say.”
She guided Harry onto the bed
proper and kissed him senseless.
“In short, it will be my job to
make sure you can do your job and do it well.”
Harry smiled as Myrtle slid on
top of him. She was petite and warm and seemed to fit perfectly on his chest.
The slightly coarse hair just beginning to grow above her pudendum tickled his
bulbous glans.
“When you’re with a virgin, like now,
there are several things you have to remember: first and foremost, let the girl
know that you love her. If you don’t love the girl you’re not making love,
you’re fucking her. Trust me when I say she’ll know the difference.
Second, she’ll be nervous and
will probably need more time to get relaxed and ready for you. Talk to her,
use your fingers, your mouth and your tongue to bring her off at least once
before you enter her.”
Harry was beginning to panic, what
if I’m pants in bed? What if I hurt her? Will she hate me for taking her
virginity?
“Don’t worry, love, you’ll be
wonderful. Want to know why?”
“Please.”
“Because you care more for me
than you do for yourself is why.”
“I do, y’know,” he admitted, “I
want to be perfect for you. Please teach me.”
“Well, first and foremost, keep
touching me, always have some part of your body in contact with mine, speak
softly, lovingly.”
He stroked her hair and the side
of her face and murmured “I’m so lucky to be with you, I don’t know what I did
to deserve you but I want to spend the rest of my life just loving you.”
Myrtle began to melt under his
touch. “Kiss me, Harry.”
He kissed her gently, then
trailed kisses down her chin, her neck, her breast bone. When Myrtle shifted
to place a nipple within his reach he kissed and sucked the hard little pebble
until he felt her whole body shudder.
“Are you alright?”
“Oh yes!” she said and guided his
head to her navel, which he lathed with his tongue. “Oh yes, love, do that
again, but lower this time. Feel that hard little nub, near the top of my
sex?”
“Yes.”
“That’s like my version of your
cock, it gets hard and it gets sensitive and it loves to be stroked. While
you’re doing that probe my lips with your fingers, but gently love.”
He did as directed and she felt
it as though he were inside her head, reading her mind.
“Go ahead and slip a finger into
me, Harry, its okay.”
“Won’t that break your, um,
thing?”
“It’s called a hymen, or a cherry.
And no, remember the monthly flow has to go out of there so most hymens are perforated;
some are only a ring of soft skin around the inside of the vagina. But I’m a
virgin, even if you put one or two fingers in me, your cock is a lot thicker
than a finger or two. He found the nub she was describing and decided to do
his level headed best to stimulate her in much the same way she had brought him
off in the shower.
Harry kissed her lower lips;
slipping his tongue in as far as it would go while probing carefully with his
middle finger.
“Oh Harry, you can be a little
more forceful than that, lick my nub while fingering me, oh yeah! Yeah! Oh
Fuck yeah!”
She bent backwards as he found
the perfect combination of tongue and fingers to push her over the edge.
“Stop! Give me just a minute,
Harry - that was intense!”
He nuzzled her sex while
murmuring, “Love you, love you, love you.”
“Oh sweet Goddess I love
you!” Myrtle panted. She drew him up so that the helmeted head of his cock was
just at the entrance of her dripping pussy.
“I’ve seen this done well and
I’ve seen it done terribly.” Myrtle panted, more than eager to get him inside
her. “If you push just the head in, that’s it, just like that, you’re
stretching my membrane so that any quick movement, by either of us, will break
it. You could let me decide or you could move in and out slightly to try to
ease your way in. Just keeping yourself on the brink like this may even be
enough to remove the barrier.”
“Myrtle, luv, what do you
want me to do?”
She smirked and pushed against
him so that his throbbing member sank halfway into her warm, wet tightness.
“Goddess I’m glad to be rid of
that!” she cried. “Now hold still for a few moments, wait for me to start
moving before you do, okay?”
“Whatever you say, luv, you’re in
charge here.”
Myrtle smirked and said, “And
don’t you forget it!”
“I’m lucky,” she continued, “that
was pretty easy, just a little sting is all. I’ve seen some girls shriek
because the boy just plowed into her. You’ll never be that insensitive.” She
rocked her hips experimentally, “Oh that’s good, okay Harry, start pushing in.
Remember to always go slow at first, but once I get used to your length and
thickness, I’ll tell you to speed up. Let me set the pace.”
He pulled out and pushed in a few
times getting Myrtle used to him then started pumping faster at her urging.
“Oh Gawdess, Harry, you’re inside
me, you’re fucking meeeee! Fuck oh! Fuck oh, fuck oh fuck oh fuck,
fuck, FUCK - fuuuuuck meeeeee!”
Soon the slap, slap, slapping of
flesh on flesh echoed in the small dorm room. Myrtle and Harry began to glow
with shared perspiration and magic.
“Come for me Harry, cum inside
me, baby!”
Harry growled, then groaned then
grunted as he emptied himself into her tight hot sex.
Even after he was spent he
continued to pound into Myrtle until she screeched her own release. Then they
both pushed their co-joined bits together, trying to get as close as humanly
possible.
They lay, pressed together for
several minutes while they came down from their peak.
Harry started to pull away when
Myrtle told him, “No, stay. Always stay. If I let you know that I want to
move then its okay, otherwise stay with me. Let me know I’m the most important
thing in the world at this moment – make me feel special.”
Harry put his weight on his
elbows and stroked her sweat-soaked hair. “You are y’know? You are the most
important, the most special person in the world to me.”
Myrtle pulled Harry back on top
of her and held him fiercely, “You won’t need too much coaching, love, you seem
to understand the most important things already.”
“I love you, Myrtle Malone.”
“I love you, Harry Potter.”
They cuddled for the better part
of an hour, Myrtle answered questions as he thought of them. She also taught
him a good wandless cleaning spell as well at the all-important contraceptive
spell.
“We’d better get dressed now.”
She said at last, and borrowed some clothing from Hermione.
As they dressed unhurriedly
Myrtle said “You need to speak with the Grey Lady before you see Hermione.”
“Why is that?”
“She has some things to share
with you concerning Salazar Slytherin.”
Harry frowned, “Why would I want
to know anything about him?”
“Trust me, young lord, you’ll
want to know.”
Harry was startled to hear the
voice of the Grey Lady just behind him.
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