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Harry Potter and the accidental casting. Chapter 10

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Harry Potter and the accidental casting. Chapter 10

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Harry turned off the last tap and looked at the bath before him. So many different coloured bubbles floated on the water and more floated in the air around him. The prefect certainly were lucky, the student baths were nothing like this. Oh they were grand enough, large white creations that stood on gold feet that looked like lions paws. But they had a tendency to rear up and tip you out if they thought the water was too cold or you had been sitting in them too long. This large elegant stone bath certainly wouldn’t be doing that. He would be able to bath to his hearts content, as long as it took , to solve the mystery of the golden egg.

Somehow Harry had found himself as the fourth participant of the Triwizard Tournament; and ancient magical tournament held between three wizarding school and was only supposed to have three contestants; one from each school. Somehow, no one knew how, Harry’s name had also come out of the Goblet of Fire after Hogwarts champion; Cedric Diggory, had been named. Unable to do anything about it Harry had been forced to take part and recently been forced to take on a dragon in order to get hold of the egg he now held. But figuring out the puzzle of the egg wasn’t an easy one. Whenever it was opened it emitted a high pitched screeching noise and gave the listener quite a headache. Harry had been stumped until Cedric had whispered to him to take a bath and had slipped him the password to the prefects bathroom where he would be able to bathe and think all night, though Harry was hoping it wouldn’t take that long.

The bath full and all the taps turned off Harry decided to turn to himself. He started by pulling off his robes. A slow affair because his body was still stiff and sore after the incident with the dragon. Placing the robes in a spot on the floor Harry turned to his tee shirt and jeans. These items were removed with as much care as the robes and placed into the same place as his robes. Socks were tossed aside just as casually. Then came the final item of clothing, his boxers. Harry gave a cautious glance around. The last time he had been in a situation like this he had been ambushed by Hermione and a bunch of girls, Cho Chang, Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil. While he had enjoyed himself by the end of the night, it had been a rough time and he had learned from it. He was a little paranoid whenever he undressed, thinking that he was going to be jumped by girls hiding around the corner. He felt like he was being watched right now but the only thing in the room other than himself was a large image of a mermaid. Like all images in the wizarding world it moved. Not so much right now, she was asleep on her rock. With a shake of his head Harry put the paranoia behind him and slid his underwear to the floor and released his six inch long, magically enhanced, cock. The beast was flaccid and asleep right now and he didn’t mind it that way. It was more than a handful of trouble when it was aroused.

Slowly he lowered himself down into the warm bath and felt some of the knots in his muscles start to unwind. The water was wonderful and the smell of the bubbles was so relaxing. For a second he almost forgot why he was in here and was just enjoying the bath. He sat back and let out a deep sigh.

His relaxation was interrupted by a small sound echoing off the walls. It sounded like giggling. Harry sat bolt upright and looked around the room desperately. Then he spotted it, a pale silvery face looking through the wall in a high corner of the room.

“Myrtle!” He yelled angrily. Myrtle continued to giggle as she floated through the wall and into the room. “What are you doing in here? Get out.”

But she didn’t listen. “Oh Harry.” She said in her sing-song voice. “It’s been a long time since you visited me.” She giggled again. “You’ve grown so much.” Her eyes looked down his chest and to the water. Harry knew exactly where she was looking and gathered more suds over his crotch area.

“Myrtle.” He growled in frustration. “What are you doing here?”

She continued to float around the ceiling and stare at the suds over Harry’s crotch as if willing the bubbles to pop and disperse. “I like to pop in from time to time.” She giggled. “I like to peak.” She giggled harder than ever. “I saw Cedric here a few day ago. But you’re a much better view.” She floated lower and for one horrible second Harry thought she’d dive under the water. He didn’t need Myrtle to see him in all his glory. But she stopped a foot above the surface and only glanced at Harry’s face before her eyes drifted down again.

“Myrtle.” Harry tried again but he was starting to believe that nothing would send her away. “I’m trying to solve this triwizard clue.” He indicated the egg over his shoulder. Myrtle didn’t even glance at it she was too busy thinking about Harry’s manhood.

“Cedric was here for ages.” She muttered dreamily. “All the bubbles were gone. He never even knew I was here.”

“Fascinating.” Harry muttered as he gathered more suds around himself. They were dispersing too fast for comfort. “At least you left him alone long enough to solve it.”

Myrtle pouted and sulked at him. Harry felt a stab of guilt for saying it, but he wouldn’t apologise. Here he was trying to solve a very important clue on a deadly tournament and she was distracting him with her perverted looks and unwanted obsession with the size of his cock. But instead of leaving Myrtle just pouted for a few more seconds then smiled again. “He gave me a much better view too. She said. “He was in and out a lot, pacing the room sometimes. He’s so lovely.” She giggled some more. It was the giggling more than her presence that was irritating Harry, but only slightly. “But not as nice as you.” She finally looked up from the pile of suds and into Harry’s face. “Will you do any pacing Harry?”

Harry didn’t much like her smile. “Myrtle, I’m naked.” It was a stupid thing to say but it was all that came to his mind.

Myrtle’s eyes gleamed with a spark of excitement that Harry didn’t like. She floated up slightly and stood upright so Harry had her in his full view. “Well I can solve that.” She spread her arms out wide and her body shimmered, like it was turning into a mist. Then suddenly she came back into focus. Her robes were gone and she floated above him completely naked. She brushed her hands down her bare body, as if she had forgotten what she had felt like, where her curves had been and what her figure used to be. For a 13 year old, the age when she died, she was quite well developed. Maybe that’s part of the reason she’d been teased so much by her peers; slight jealousy at her endowments. It was hard to see them when she was clothed her robes were so baggy, but her breasts were easily a B-cup. Her hands brushed the sides of her tits, her fingers gently rubbing over her hard nipples. Her hands moved further down the curve of her waist. She wasn’t slim or overweight, just average in appearance, like Hermione. Myrtle’s hands moved to between her legs, over her shaved pussy. Her fingers played with her slit and pinched her clit. She moaned lightly and stared at Harry as her ghostly fingers played with a cunt she clearly hadn’t touched in a long time.

Harry couldn’t help himself. He could feel his groin stirring and his cock starting to harden. Trying to stop that reaction would be like trying to stop breathing. Myrtle stared in anticipation, knowing what she was doing to him and waiting, just waiting, for his monster to rise out of the water. She continued to play with her pussy, feeling stirrings of pleasure though building and rising through her body. Ghosts couldn’t really feel pleasure, it was more the memory of the pleasure she used to feel when she was alive playing through her mind by these actions she was performing on herself. As fresh and vibrant as they had been when she had a pulse. Just like when a ghost moved through food with strong flavours they could remember, and thereby experience, the taste Myrtle was remembering, and experiencing, what she had felt whenever she had fingered herself.

Harry’s cock reached its full twelve inches and the head of his cock rose out of the water and half an inch of his shaft followed it. Harry could feel the thick veins along his dick throbbing and the whole organ twitched with his heartbeat. There was a ache growing in his balls that was beginning to rise up through the shaft. His cock wouldn’t go down on its own. He needed to cum, either by jerking off or getting laid. There were often girls who wanted to oblige him in that respect, but occasionally he had to take care of the trouble himself. He looked up at Myrtle who’s already large eyes had grown even wider and a smile had appeared on her face.

“Oh. It’s beautiful.” She muttered. “Can I see more?”

Harry didn’t hesitate. His dick had taken over him now and all thoughts of saying ‘no’ were long gone. He rose himself out of the water and sat on the bath edge, looking up at Myrtle’s naked body while Myrtle looked down at his huge cock. She was in awe of it. She’d never seen a dick that large in all the years she’d been spying on the boys of Hogwarts. She wished she could feel it inside her. She wanted to feel that huge dick spreading her virgin cunt. She’d never had sex and if she’d still been capable she would have wanted that beast to be her first. All joking aside, it was too big an opportunity to pass up. She continued to finger herself, sliding a second digit into her tight pussy. She squeaked as a spark of ecstasy rushed through her and the pleasure continued to build inside her.

Harry couldn’t wait any longer. He dipped his hand into the soapy water then wrapped it gently around the head of his dick. Myrtle’s fingers started to move faster. Her other hand gripped her breast, squeezing the hard nipple between her fingers. She bit her lip and moaned softly. Harry started to move his hand up and down his cock, feeling the thick veins all along the massive shaft. His fingers played with the head making him twitch and gasp.

“Myrtle.” He said suddenly. “Sit on my cock.”

Myrtle stopped her fingering and stared at him in surprise. “What?”

Harry nodded his head. “I want you on me.” He said. “I want to pretend I’m fucking you.”

Myrtle looked like Christmas had come early. She lowered herself slowly down. She spread her legs wide and used her fingers to part her pussy lips open. She wanted to do this properly. She brought her cunt to the head of Harry’s massive dick. She lowered herself slowly onto the giant member and both of them gasped. Harry gasped from the chill of Myrtle’s ghostly body wrapping itself around his cock. Myrtle gasped as she actually felt the warmth of Harry’s dick inside where her cunt had been when she’d been alive. It sent tingles up through her her that she hadn’t expected and she gasped lightly it was almost like having him really inside her. The head of Harry’s cock came up to her bellybutton as Myrtle buried him, balls deep in her ghostly pussy and rested on his lap.

Myrtle’s fingers started to play with her pussy again. Encouraged Harry started to slowly stroke his cock. The cold around him was only slightly numbing, dulling some of the feelings building up inside him. He knew he would last longer now. But there was something else, some other feeling that was growing. It was coming from the outside. It couldn’t be sure, but it felt like a pussy was wrapping around his dick. It felt great.

To be coninued

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