It was business as usual for Harry Potter, being adored and flirted with by his female peers. Every day saw another brave witch try their hand at scoring a date with him. Harry saw fit to try and limit himself to only the girls within the Health Class itself, otherwise, the entire school might have gotten pregnant by year's end. However, there seemed to be one girl who was always on his ass about it, trying day and night to make an impression. Unfortunately, it wasn't as simple as an overzealous fanatic. This case was a little more complicated.
Harry was walking through the halls when up the ground phased Moaning Myrtle. "You want to pop over to the broom closet for a quick shag," she said. It was true, Myrtle had been good company in the past and had proven to be a good friend, but Harry couldn't get past the fact that she was physically underage. He might have gotten a little hot and bothered by her as a confused teenager, but dying at a young age was probably the most tragic thing that could've happened to her. He was thankful that she was clothed this time and not prancing around naked again.
"I'm sorry, Myrtle, but the answer is still 'No," he said.
"But you don't even have to look at me," she insisted, "All you have to do is lie back and…think of Hermione or something. Whoever you want, go nuts."
Harry was exhausted, "I don't think you get the issue."
"I know the issue!", she fumed, "It's not my fault I was killed before puberty gave me big, fat tits. I'm a 70-year-old woman trapped in a teenager's body. I don't care if it feels weird, I wanna get laid."
"I'm sorry!", he declined, "I just can't."
"Fine!", she shouted, "You'll fuck every other girl in this school except me, well you can go fuck yourself", and she ran through the wall before fading away. Harry knew what he said was cruel, but there was no helping it. Even if he knew it would break her heart, there were some things he just wasn't willing to stoop to.
Myrtle found a nice, dark corner to cry in. Being a ghost had been fun, but as she watched all her friends grow up, have families, and die happily, there was a part of her that wanted that for herself. It wasn't that she just wanted sex, she wanted to feel loved in a way that only another adult could give her. Jealousy swelled inside her over all the living girls and their fertile, developed bodies; swaying their hips and bouncing their humongous breasts for Harry to ogle at.
Suddenly, a spark of inspiration hit her. 'Yes,' she thought, 'Why settle for this body when I can trade up?"
The thought of ghostly possession had always crossed her mind, but she never found a need to do it. Perhaps if she "borrowed" one of these lovely ladies, she might finally gain the favor of that pedantic Potter. She first sold her pitch to Hermione, but that fussy witch had a laundry list of reasons why that was a bad idea. The trend of rejection continued with Romilda, Susan, and Katie, all gorgeous women who refused to hand over their bodies even for a short time. With no hope in sight, Myrtle finally came across one candidate that, in hindsight, seemed blatantly obvious.
A shy girl who wanted inside Harry's pants as much as she. All they needed was the right hand to guide them and a kick in the ass for good measure. The hunt was over, Myrtle had found the perfect vessel. With this girl's dynamite body and her insatiable sex drive, they had the potential to be the hottest witch in the entire school. She made up her mind, it was this form or none. Myrtle floated towards the soon-to-be host and said, "Heeeeeeeyy, you like Harry. Right, Ginny?
Harry Potter was walked down the corridors of the castle, on his way to tuck in, when he happened upon an unusual sight. There was Ginny Weasley, wearing clothes that hugged her frame and left nothing to the imagination. He had known Ginny preferred to dress conservatively, so this sudden revelation that she was hiding a bangin' bod all this time was a genuine surprise. She leaned against the wall, practically feeling herself up for his viewing pleasure.
Stopping in place, he said, "G-Ginny, I didn't know you were up so late."
"Oh Harry," she teased in a very un-Ginny-like way, "I…", was all she got out before taking one step and abruptly fainting mid-stride. She face-planted on the ground and a hard WHACK and remained motionless for a few moments. Ginny's body jolted back to life, looking more like Frankenstein's monster, and rose back to a flirty stance as if nothing happened. "I think you shoulda….Oh dammit, I forgot what I was gonna say," she cursed. Harry was getting the feeling that he wasn't talking to "Ginny" at all, but allowed the scene to go continue.
Folding his arms in suspicion, he said, "I would've thought you'd be back in the common room."
"Why would I be asleep when I've got THESE," and she produced two concert tickets from her waistband. "I found these in the confiscation impound," she continued, "Looks like some sneaky students were planning on ditching class for a Weird Sisters concert before getting caught. Too bad for them. I thought maybe you and I could take in a show instead. What do ya say?"
Humoring her, Harry responded, "Well, that sounds like fun. I'd love to go with you." At which point, her body once again fainted backward at the thought of going on a date with her life-long crush. Expecting as such, he nimbly caught her in his arms before she could hit the floor a second time. Waking up with a start, she saw Harry staring at her with his dreamy eyes and promptly fainted yet again.
Harry placed his hand on her forehead and confirmed she was overheating. She woke and kicked herself in the leg, "Stop that," she gritted through her teeth. By now, Harry had grown tired of this routine.
"Okay, who are you, really?", he asked.
"I could be the girl to show you a good time tonight," she said, trying to persevere in her seduction attempt, "Don't you want to ravage me?"
Fed up, he shouted, "Goddamit," and pulled out his wand. Harry was unclear exactly what was going on, but a trade-and true patronus charm should do the trick on whatever is possessing her. Reciting the spell, Myrtle's ghost came flying out of Ginny's body, staggered from being forcefully exorcised. The redhead relapsed, control of her body suddenly given back to her.
Myrtle tried to explain, "I swear, it was completely consensual."
"How could you do this to her?!", he yelled, "What were you thinking?" Harry felt like he'd been betrayed. He'd heard about the historic crimes involving the Imperio curse on witches and wizards for means of rape, but he never thought that one of his own friends would stoop that low. All his worst fears swirled in his head, Myrtle forcing someone as nice and sweet as Ginny to have sex against their will, it was horrid.
Before he could say anything else, Ginny piped up, "Get back in, we can still do this." She opened her jaw as wide as she could and Myrtle raced for the opening. Harry flicked his wand, but just wasn't quick enough to stop her, leaving Myrtle to funnel her way down Ginny's throat.
Her mouth snapped shut and Myrtle was back in control, "Don't care about the show? That's fine, we can just snuggle and talk and maybe have time for a hand-job."
Harry was confused, why in the world would Ginny let Myrtle possess her? "This is wrong, get out of her body this instant," he commanded.
"Not gonna happen. We're a well oiled machine, two halves that make a whole," she said, twirling with glee. "I told you, a ghost can't posses a body unless the vessel agrees to it. I would never harm a hair on this poor girl's hair if she didn't want it. Little-known ghost fact, the emotional feedback of the host transfers to the spirit. If she was unhappy with me stealing her controls, I'd end up being just as sad as her in response. So you can imagine how happy she is to be in your company right now."
"I don't get it," he puzzled, "Two halves of a whole? What does that mean?"
Stroking the side of his face, she looked into his eyes, "It means she loves you, and so do I. But neither of us would get anywhere without the other. Ginny's too much of a chicken and I'm too much of a 'not-your-type.' Together, we're determined to rock your world. So I'll ask again, are you down to hang? Cause Ginny loooooooves Weird Sisters, and every girl deserves to get their cherry popped to their favorite band."
The streets of London were slick and shiny from the rain, a fresh layer of mist still hung in the air. Harry and the amalgamation that was essentially two girls in a trench coat walked along the pavement. Arriving via port key from the castle grounds, they would easily be able to make the show. The secret network of entertainment for wizards was well-known and the paths leading to the underbelly were common knowledge. Passing through a fake wall, the two entered what could be considered the wizard community's version of West End.
Despite being roughly the same size of Diagon Alley, the deceptive storefronts actually led to much larger spaces inside. Full stages and auditoriums could be found in every small building, all of which were equipped to contain as many fans as needed. "Sold-Out shows" didn't exist because there was literally no way to sell out a show that kept making more seats. That didn't mean the tickets were any less expensive, however, which made Harry and Miss Myr-ny's night all the more special.
With plenty of time to spare, the two of them hit up and local cafe for a quick drink. Ginny thought Harry looked so handsome, even if he didn't have time to dress in anything especially charming. While Myrtle was aware of Ginny's focus, she was far more awed by her drink, the first one she'd had in 70 years. She savored every second of it as the fizzy soda swished the inside of her mouth and left a taste of vanilla on her tongue. This date was the best idea she'd ever had.
Harry looked towards her and saw what appeared to be tears in the corners of her eyes. "Hey, you all right?", he said.
Myrtle was pulled back to reality and quickly wiped her tears away. "Sorry, it's not you," she reassured him, "I'm not even sad, I'm just…" She stopped herself, trying to find the words for how happy she was right now, "Trust me, it's not that."
Harry's eyes widened, finally understanding just how much this night meant to her; how much this girl had been robbed of a normal life. He reached out and held her hand, "You wanna stay here for a little while longer?"
Regaining her composure, she said, "Naw, we got a show to catch," and yanked Harry by the arm off his seat. The girl was on a mad dash for the concert, leading him by the hand and out the store like an excited child.
A concerned patron looked up, "I think I just saw Harry Potter dine-and-dash."
At the concert hall, the crowds were started to get restless. Weird Sisters had huge crowds for their shows every night and this was no exception. Finding a decent spot in the middle of the mob, Harry and "Ginn-tle" waited patiently for the venue to start. It was right about now when a nagging question hit him, "Hey, I'm not sure we're gonna be able to do what you want to do. There's too many people watching. I'm not against exhibitionism, but I'm also not sure about doing it in a public place in front of strangers."
She countered, "Hey, you're Harry Potter, right?" Not sure where she was going with this, he let her continue. "THE Harry Potter who saved the world, right?", she continued.
"What does that have to do with anything?", he stressed.
"You're Harry Potter, in front of a thousand people, and not one of them has noticed who you are, have they?", she elaborated, "These guys are so focused on this band that NOTHING could tear their eyes away, not even two people gettin' it on in the crowd."
Harry ran through her logic in his head, "Well, that's a nice theory, but I don't think…"
He turned around to see she was already taking her top off right there. To further prove her hypothesis, she shook her impressive set of boobs right in front of someones's face and they didn't even so much as flinch. Harry was shocked, not only was she right, but he could join her just as easily. The girl wasted no time dropping her pants and shaking her butt for Harry to see. Completely nude, she hung off of him with both arms, waiting for him to make the next move.
"That's wicked," he exclaimed, "You're amazing M-" Harry stopped himself, wondering if it was fair to call her either Myrtle or Ginny when they were both technically in the same body.
She giggled, "For right now, let's go with 'Ginny.' She reeeeeeally likes it when you call us that."
Catching on, Harry wrapped his arm around her waist. "Okay Mrs. Weasley," he teased, "Allow me to take care of you for the rest of the night."
Myrtle could feel Ginny's heart racing in reaction to him. 'Damn, she really did have a crush of him,' she thought. With one hand, Harry grabbed his own shirt and completely tore it off. His toned muscles and amazing physique made her head go dizzy. This boy was ripped for her pleasure. Expecting him to go for his pants next, she was surprised when he played his hand on her cheek and slowly leaned forward. Myrtle couldn't believe it, her first kiss, and it was with Harry Potter.
Ever since his forth year, he's been an undeniable cutie. His lips inches closer to her's, she could hear her heart beating in her ears. With nowhere to run, she closed her eyes and let him claim her. It was amazing, he was so gentle, yet so bold. All this time she'd been thinking about the sex, but this one moment was worth the night alone. He parted from her all too soon, leaving her desperate for his touch.
She looked down and saw his hand go for his crotch, pulling the hem of his pants down. Her orange whiskers quivered with excitement as he unleashed his cock for Myrtle to see. The band hadn't even gotten on stage and already he was getting started. Suddenly, Myrtle felt herself surge with fear and doubt, and those feeling weren't coming from her. This was the first time Ginny had seen his cock up close without needing to look away. It hung dangerous close to her unsullied nethers, ready to lunge forward at any moment.
The tip snuggled her entrance like a bird making a nest in her folds. The wait was killing her and Harry knew it. This was both of the girls' first times and he was going to drag it out for as long as possible. Ginny got so overwhelmed that she almost passed out again before Myrtle dragged her back from the brink. "You want this, don't you," Myrtle internally said. Ginny's spirit couldn't respond with words, but her emotional state seemed to say, 'Yes.' "Then get ready, cause this is gonna hurt," and like that, he speared her body on his dick.
Ginny's virginity trickled out of her pussy, never to return. Before she even had time to recover, the lights in the auditorium began to dim; the show was finally starting. Over the cheering crowd, Harry shouted, "We won't be able to talk for a while, so just tap me on the shoulder if you want me to stop." Myrtle had no intention of doing that.
The Weird Sisters finally made the stage to uproarious praise. Looking backward, Ginny could see all her favorite members in person. She couldn't believe that this was how she was seeing them for the first time, buck-ass naked and getting plowed by Harry. The band started out with a song that Ginny knew by heart, causing Myrtle to surge with wondrous feelings. Harry began easing his penis backward to see if she had healed any. The girls felt a slight soreness, but nothing too uncomfortable. With no sign of disapproval, Harry leaned forward and railed his dick back inside her.
This was it. This was what sex felt like. Her insides desperately clamped down on the invading rod. Before today, both girls could only imagine what "being filled" felt like, but any expectations were quickly shattered. The slow easing of his member, going back and forth along her lips made her want to sing out with the band. Her ears were assaulted with amazing rock while her insides were being gingerly carved. She would never hear this song the same way again.
Even if anyone was watching by now, she couldn't care less. The volume of the crowd made her brash, more open to letting out a whimper or two. If nobody was listening, then why should she hold back? Myrtle and Ginny fully embraced his cock and wailed without any hesitation. Her moans were lost in a sea of fans, all laser-focused on the stage.
For Harry's perspective, he couldn't believe that under all those floppy clothes hid a sexual goddess. While not the largest breasts in school, their bounce was just as hypnotizing. Her freckles may have looked like a paint splatter, but they only emphasized just how adorable she was. Not to mention her waterfall of red-hair, even Susan wasn't a shade this vibrant. Harry admired her chipmunk cheeks and how they made her face round and cute. This girl was too pure for this world, and the fact that he was plowing her tight body made him even harder.
They kept going into the next song, never stopping for an instant. Her pussy could only get so wet before it practically became a slip-n-slide. Nothing else mattered but getting that orgasm. 70 years of back-up were being unloaded all at once, like a desert that suddenly got a tempest of rain. Myrtle could feel that she was fast-approaching the threshold. She wanted to slow down, wanted to prolong the experience she'd long since sought after, but her mind simply wouldn't let her. Even if this killed her all over again, she had to cum. Letting go all her resistance, the orgasm hit her hard, making her entire body spasm and curl.
Not too long after, Harry unleashed his flood to drown her insides. She couldn't stop twitching and shaking for a good minute. He held her close to his face and looked into her eyes. They knew this was only the beginning of a rigorous rutting that would last until morning. The concert hardly mattered at this point, the night belonged to them. With quivering lips, they kissed and thrashed their tongues inside each other's mouths. Song after song they fucked their brains out. As Myrtle would say, "You only lose it once," and Ginny was never going to forget tonight.
Finally getting back to the castle, "Ginny" was hanging off of Harry, exhausted. All she wanted to do was collapse on a bed and go to sleep. Myrtle even couldn't remember the last time she'd been tired, but Ginny's body took it's toll on her immortal spirit. Making their way to the common room, she spotted what looked like an immensely cozy animal-skin rug sprawled out in front of the fireplace. She knew they'd gone through several rounds of sex that night already, but this was an opportunity that doesn't come along every day. The girl pulled Harry into a kiss and gently lowered the two of them onto the rug.
When she got to the ground, Myrtle wondered why she even did that just now. She was ready for a round of shut-eye before her mind was suddenly filled with thoughts of this specific fantasy; thoughts that didn't feel like her own. Perhaps Ginny had just as much say in their body's actions as she did. It certainly made sense for a young girl to romanticize about making love in front of a roaring fire, so why not indulge. Half-asleep and half-aroused, "Ginny" passionately locked lips with Harry. Sparing no time, he took out his wand and cast a spell that made their clothes evaporate. He was just as tired as she was, but tonight was her special night, and he wasn't going to tell her 'No.'
The boy's cock inflated back to life and hardened like marble. He rubbing his meaty shaft along her folds, stroking her clit just right. She accidentally let out a loud whine and covered her mouth in embarrassment. The two stood quietly to see if anyone might have heard them. When the cost was clear, Harry made double-sure that no one would be interrupting them and invoked a clear dome of silence around the couple. All that screaming at the concert had temporarily made them forget how to be discrete. Once situated again, he resumed rubbing her labia with his shaft. It's velvety textures made his dick feel like it was being coddled in silk. For her, the rug's soft fur cooled her body while the fire emblazoned something passionate from within.
Her loins hungered for his cock, and Harry's teasing wasn't doing it any favors. Free from restriction, her voice cried out like a mighty griffon, proudly displaying her lecherous side. She gritted her teeth and let Harry have his way with her, trusting him to take care of her. Both girls were wailing in harmonious rapture, slammed time and time again by this alpha male in the making. He grabbed hold of her freckled breasts, enjoying how soft and malleable they were in his hands. Myrtle thought to herself, 'So this is what it's like to have real tits.' He mashed his lips into her's, taking her breath away almost literally. The sweet sensation had reached it's peak, and Ginny and Myrtle came buckets.
Despite their attempts to wind down, Harry refused to slow down. For the next 10 minutes, the girls were trapped in a cycle of mini-orgasms and relentless stroking. Harry hadn't cum once this whole time and it was starting to worry them. She could feel his cock twitching against her clit, and yet he refused to sully her flawless body with his seed. They could tell he was going insane with how much he needed to cum. It wasn't fair that he torture himself like this. Myrtle recalled all the times she heard about Harry's heroic accomplishments from the bathroom, sinking deeper into infatuation with every tale. Ginny had similar feelings with the miraculous boy, and she wouldn't stand for it any longer.
Teaming up, the girls had the same idea, grabbing Harry's cock mid-thrust. She began rapidly jerking him off, catching the young man by surprise. It took everything inside him to not blow all over her. "Do you need to cum?", she asked.
Harry couldn't lie, "Y-yes."
"Then put it somewhere that counts," she said, guiding his cock into her pussy. Harry had lost all control, that attempted nobility to make tonight all about her was forgotten. The man absolutely had to cum, and he didn't care how. Rutting his cock inside her, he only lasted a few seconds before losing it and finally releasing. Ginny felt wondrous sparks fly up her spine before collapsing on the floor. There was something so raw about letting a man claim you and being helpless to stop it. Sure, she wasn't going to get pregnant this time, but the feeling of his heat swelling inside her almost made her wish she was.
All three were tuckered out, unable to move from where they lay. The fire beside them made the pair drowsy. She would've fallen asleep right there if she could help it. From his pocket, Harry produced his invisibility cloak and sheltered them underneath. He could afford to sleep in if it meant he didn't have to move from that spot. After 70 years, Myrtle finally got what she had long desired, and helped a timid virgin discover herself in the process. Being able to fall asleep for the first time in forever, she snuggled into Harry's warm arms, glowing with prideful accomplishment.
The next day, Tonks watched as her students filed into the classroom. A normal class like any other. She looked over and noticed Ginny seemed to be have done something different to her hair. Instead of letting it flow down her back, she had tied it up into two frills on either side of her head that flowed down her shoulders like puppy dog ears. Considering the girl never did anything remarkably different with her hair in all the time Tonks had known her, this was a surprise. She also seemed to be a bit more chipper, less scared than before. If she didn't know any better, it was almost like she was a different person.
Ginny and Myrtle had figured they would stay connected, at least for a little while longer. The hair was merely a way to help Myrtle feel more comfortable in her own skin, give her illusion that she was alive again. When it was time for Harry to participate in the class, she gave him a sly wink. He winked back.