Moaning Hermione

"Are you sure about this?" Harry asked his friend.

Hermione was brilliant. There was no arguing about that. She was also incredibly headstrong and impulsive. When she got an idea in her head, she latched onto it and couldn't be dissuaded.

"I've told you, Harry." Hermione rolled her eyes. "I've done the research. There are dozens of spells that cover the temporary transfer of consciousness. The practical applications are rather limited once it was found to be unreliable for testimony."

"And you're sure that you can come back?" Harry asked again. "What if the ghost doesn't want to give your body back?"

"Myrtle and I have an agreement." Hermione checked her supplies once more. "I sealed it using ritual. She can't back out and neither can I. We switch for twenty-four hours. No more, no less. Can you imagine everything I can learn?"

"How to float through walls and travel through pipes?" Harry shrugged. "That doesn't sound all that interesting."

"You know what I mean." Hermione sighed. "I've already prepared a space for my experiments."

"And how are you going to take notes when you can't touch things?" Harry tried.

"Dictation." Hermione replied with a wave of her hand.

"What if Myrtle spends the entire time eating junk food?" Harry searched for some sort of argument.

"She won't do that." Hermione stopped her inventory to fix Harry with a firm look. "We came up with an agreeable set of experiences for her. Plus, I set protections just in case things get out of hand."

Harry sat back and let her work. He wasn't sure what tripped the drive to study ghosts. There were a number of them around the castle. She had never shown much interest in the years that they had been at school.

"What sort of protections?" Harry asked after a moment.

"Bone mending potions, durability and repair charms on my clothes, extra protection on my teeth in case she decides she does want to eat sweets all day, and packet of anti-nausea potions." She listed off. "And I have an appointment with Madam Pomphrey tomorrow. Any damage she can do to my body will be easily repaired."

Harry stared at her. He wasn't sure if she was brilliant, crazy, or both. Finally, he shrugged.

"Plus, I have you." She smiled at him. "She was very insistent that you be her guide."

That seemed to mollify him more than anything.

"Come on." Hermione waved him on. "I want to be in the Room when the switch happens."

Myrtle was in the hallway when they arrived. She was literally vibrating in glee. Hermione had to active the room since it was her idea. All the while, Myrtle zipped around the corridor. Harry had never seen the ghost go so long without crying about something.

Hermione stepped into the room with Harry and Myrtle right behind her. It was arranged similar to a muggle science lab except stocked with magical equipment. Most surprisingly, an elf sat at a desk with a typewriter. It was well dressed in a small suit and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

"Elf Administrator, Pip, at your service." The elf stood and bowed.

"Elf Administrator?" Harry asked.

"Who do you think writes the Hogwarts letters?" The elf asked.

Harry looked to Hermione, she didn't question in.

"Thank you for your service, Pip." Hermione placed her bag on a nearby desk. "I-"

Hermione collapsed into a limp heap. Harry rushed over to her in a panic. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his head against her chest. She still had a heartbeat. Hermione began to wiggle in his arms. A peal of laughter erupted from her as she buried her face in his tangle of hair.

"Hermione?" Harry asked as he pulled away.

"Yes?" The voice came from behind him.

He turned to see the spectral form of his best friend nearby. She was busy with her examination of the supplies the room had provided.

"You could have warned me!" Harry snapped.

"Oh." Hermione shifted her gaze to him. "I told you I wanted to be in the room when the swap happened."

"You didn't tell me it would be so sudden." Harry felt her body take a deep sniff of his hair.

"Ooo." Myrtle said with Hermione's voice.

There was a slight difference in the cadence. It was a just a bit higher too. Harry turned his attention to Myrtle. She stared at him with a wide, near-mad look in her eyes.

Myrtle hopped to her feet. She stumbled and almost pitched forward on her face. Harry caught her around the waist. She pressed herself back against him and wiggled. Her wonderful ass ground into his slumbering member.

"Stop that." Harry groaned.

Myrtle shot him a sultry look. She grinded against him again, this time more focused. Her breath started to speed up as she felt him grow hard against his touch.

"Don't you want to try something to eat?" His voice came out with a desperate edge. "Maybe we could go to Hogsmeade?"

A bed appeared in front of her. She lunged forward. The sudden motion sent them both tumbling onto the mattress in a tangle. Myrtle giggled as she managed to wrestle him to his back. A triumphant look rested on her face as she straddled him. She began to grind her pantie clad crotch against his now hard cock. Her eyes met his as she shuddered.

He could hear his friend in the background. Her voice was muffled as Myrtle hurried to strip off his robe.

"Hermione." Harry called.

Hermione looked up from her task. She didn't seem surprised or alarmed.

"You're ok with this?" Harry asked.

"I told you that I took precautions." Hermione waved him off.

Myrtle began to kiss along his throat. She nipped and sucked in degrees of pressure. He was sure to have a string of hickeys in the morning. Myrtle struggled with the buttons on his shirt for a few seconds before she adjusted to having hands again.

The last of his resistance shattered as one of her hands slipped inside his pants. He didn't want to ruin their friendship. Of course, he had he noticed that she had grown into a gorgeous woman.

Harry let out a ragged moan as her delicate hand wrapped around his cock. Myrtle let out a happy sound as he melted under her touch.

"Pants, off." She ordered.

Harry didn't argue. A burst of raw magic stripped them both. That got Hermione's attention. She drifted over to them. His cock sprung upward now that it was no longer restrained. It hit her lower stomach with a meaty slap.

"Harry." Hermione cleared her throat. Rather, she made the sound that would have been made if she still had a functioning throat. "That was too controlled to be accidental magic."

"You can talk about this later." Myrtle snapped at the ghost.

Myrtle lifted herself up and aligned the head of his cock with her soaked slit. Without a warning, she dropped down. Myrtle let out a scream as she took the entirety in a single go. Her pussy was filled to the brim, and she felt like she could cum right then. She bit her lip to stifle her moans as she began to go ride him slow.

Harry fought against the urge to cum right there. He had expected to chase Myrtle around all day, not get fucked.

"Rub my clit." Myrtle moaned. "Please, rub it."

Harry knew enough about female anatomy to know the general location. He found the little nub easier that he expected. Her sopping wet pussy made his fingers glide along smoothly in his exploration. He gave it a slight rub and felt her tighten around him.

Myrtle let out a shuddering gasp. She collapsed against his chest as her first true orgasm raged through her. All the while she kept her hips moving. Harry gripped her waist to keep her from falling off of him. She bit down on his chest as she started to slam down onto him. Her orgasm reached another peak and continued to stretch on.

She pushed out her wonderful chest.

"Touch me." She moaned.

Her breast filled his hands nicely. She moaned loudly as he began to pinch and tease her nipples. Harry lunged toward her. He captured her right nipple between his lips and began to suck hard. She gripped a handful of his hair to hold him in place. Myrtle spread her legs wider, now pressing down against him as much as possible. She felt him so deep she was sure she was going to break.

"Cum for me, Harry." Myrtle whimpered. "Cum deep in my tight cunt."

Harry increased his thrusts, bouncing them on the bed with each one. He was already on the edge. Hearing those words was too much. With a long, drawn-out moan he let loose the biggest load of his life so far. Her mind went blank as she felt the molten warmth of his cum fill her.

They stayed locked together as they basked in the afterglow. Harry was brought out of the fog as Myrtle climbed off of him. Instead of cuddling next to him like he had expected, she positioned herself on her hands and knees.

"Come on, Harry." Myrtle wiggled her bum as she spoke. "I'm not done with you yet."

It was going to be an interesting twenty-four hours.

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Sorry for the delay. This cold is stubborn.