Anything to be Closer to Him
Title: Anything to be Closer to Him
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut/General
Length: 2005
Pairing: Harry/Draco(/Myrtle)
Summary: Draco had finally returned to her. And then Harry had showed up. However, this encounter turned out drastically different from their previous one.
Note: eloiselovelace, I am terribly sorry this is so late. ♥ But I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it.
She was in a state of shock. Draco had returned -- after almost a year, but he had still returned.
And he was asking for her forgiveness.
"You're the only one who understands."
Myrtle smiled and floated closer so she hovered next to him. From this distance she could see everything that had happened to him since he had run away. Peeves said Draco had tried to kill Professor Dumbledore, but Myrtle refused to believe it. Her Draco would never do that. He was a Slytherin and a Death Eater, but he only wanted to stay alive, him and his family. He was a good boy; others just didn't see it.
She could see everything about him though. His face had taken on a weary look, deeper and starker than last year, rings around his eyes and dark shadows over his face. His lips were chapped too, and his hair had grown out slightly, no longer held back with gel. Instead of making him look dashing and carefree, the loose hair just made him seem more haggard.
There was dirt under his nails and his skin had a deep pink tinge to it, as if he had sunburn. Myrtle imagined he didn't tan. Of course, she couldn't remember the last time she had tanned. She used to tan so beautifully.
She liked that about Draco, that he couldn't tan. Also that he was so desperate and distrait.
"Tell me everything," she encouraged, passing her hand over his head and wishing she could touch him. When he died, preferably soon, they could live together in the lavatories.
Draco shivered but didn't move away from her cold hand. It was a brutal thing, whoever had decided a ghost's touch would be like a bucket of ice water. "I can't do it. They -- he was furious with me, kept me near for the longest time and" -- he shivered uncontrollably -- "I knew first hand whenever something went wrong. But now I have a task, and I can't do it. It's too hard!"
Myrtle crossed her legs and sank down beside him, staring at his hand and pretending she was holding it, smoothing the warm skin between her fingers, kissing the digits.
She cooed, "What's too hard?" and the tenderness grew inside her. She'd never felt this way about a boy before. It was just perfect that he had to be alive and she dead. The afterlife was a cruel place.
He stood quickly, storming for a few seconds. "Everything." His head dropped and he pushed his face against the wall.
"Maybe I can help."
He didn't answer, only moaned softly. "I mean, how the fuck do they expect me to do that? It's impossible. No one else had been able to."
"Tell me!" Myrtle demanded.
Draco stared at her, lips curling in a way Myrtle didn't like. She hastened to say, "I'm scared for you, Draco. I want to help you."
He closed his eyes, thin eyelids over bloodshot, tired eyes, and lowered his face to his palms, white-blond hair falling forward. He mumbled, "I can't talk about it, even if I wanted to. Curse."
Myrtle reached out and swirled her finger around the shirt on Draco's back, making sure not to touch him. "It'll be all right. Why don't -- I've heard that masturbating can help boys feel better."
Draco jerked away from her, gawking.
"Always helps me feel better," she offered, palms facing the ceiling. She was starving for more of Draco, and she'd always wondered what he looked like aroused. She'd seen him exposed before -- hell, she'd seen almost every boy who bathed in the prefect's bathroom nude before, but Draco didn't wank there like most of the boys.
"You're--"
She pouted. "Please."
Draco's nose wrinkled, but he sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "It's only because you asked so nicely," he said sarcastically.
Myrtle smiled. She knew he just liked being admired, always had, and when he was looking so down she figured he ached to hear it. So she told him, encouraging. "You're so gorgeous, Draco. I want to see you, all of you. I want to see your hand flying over your silken cock and--"
Draco squawked. "Myrtle! That's -- ugh -- you're perverted."
She only grinned. What else was there to be when she was a ghost?
Slowly, Draco slid down the wall, opening his trousers at the same time. Myrtle could feel her mouth water, non-existent blood rushing to her pelvis. She slid a hand under her clothes anxiously, fingering the lips of her vagina.
Draco huffed at her and closed his eyes. He pulled out his cock. Myrtle was disappointed to find it flaccid. She floated nearer, moving upside-down so her mouth was mere centimetres from the tip. She had chosen that position because if she used her imagination she could pretend Draco was peeking his tongue out and licking her cunt, eating her. The sad thing was that she had no personal experiences to base the feelings on. No one had ever liked moaning, moping Myrtle, she thought bitterly. Especially after Olive Hornby picked her for mockery.
Catching herself, she stared hard at Draco's cock, willing it to grow with her gaze alone. Then she got an idea. She pushed a breath of air out, hitting him. His eyes flew open, and he cracked his head against the wall in surprise. But with every burst of air, his cock hardened, until he grabbed it, pumping. She righted herself, moving to the wall beside him in an attempt to get the same view as him.
It was so arousing, and she rubbed herself vigorously, dipping a finger into her accumulating wetness, teasing herself.
Draco's eyes had closed again. He opened his mouth, voice croaky as if parched, and chuckled. "You were right." He pushed his head into the wall, chin pointing to the ceiling. Myrtle wanted to lick his neck. If only...
The lavatory door opened with an almost inaudible sound. Harry Potter entered the room, slipping a worn piece of parchment into his pocket.
Alarm rose in Myrtle's breast, and she straightened her back, fingers stalling. She was terrified of a repeat similar to the last time the three of them had been in a room together. Harry had had no right to do what he had done. And she used to fancy him.
Though, he was attractive, in a skinny, malnutritioned kind of way. Well, he was a hero at least.
She made to alert Draco when she noticed Harry wasn't moving for his wand, though she saw it poking out of his robes pocket. In fact, his eyes were quite large and he was staring at Draco, mouth agape. He didn't seem to have even noticed Myrtle there. That was just as well. No one ever noticed her.
But then Harry shifted awkwardly, pressing his legs together tightly. Myrtle looked back at Draco; he was oblivious to the whole thing, eyes still closed and hand working his cock.
Harry's right hand disappeared under his trousers. This time it was Myrtle whose eyes widened. It was really hot to watch Harry wank while watching Draco, which was a surprise to her. Who knew she would get off on gay boys? Not that Draco was gay. He was in love with her, even if he never said it.
Quite suddenly, the whole situation seemed funny. And she was slightly angry that she couldn't do anything with Draco -- or Harry, for that matter. But Harry could do to him what she wanted to. Yes...
She hovered close to Draco, giggling. He hissed in annoyance. "Someone's watching you. Besides me," she added, collapsing into giggles again.
Draco's eyes flew open, head cracking down to look around the room, catching Harry with his hand down his pants and a horklump-in-the-wand light look on his face.
Draco paused for a second, his already pink skin turning even pinker, but he turned his nose and continued stroking himself, slower this time, more leisurely, as if aiming for casual. His eyes were open, still trained on Harry.
"Malfoy," Harry said hoarsely, yanking his hand out of his clothes and stuffing it in his pocket, as if they wouldn't notice. "What are you doing in Hogwarts? During the summer at that."
"Could ask the same about you," Draco panted, eyes sliding closed.
"Following you, of course."
"Course." A grin that made heat swoop in Myrtle's belly filtered over Draco's face. "Couldn't get enough of me last year, huh? It shows." He grunted and tried to snort at the same time.
"Er." Harry scratched his nose, scuffing his one foot onto the tiled floor. "Shut up."
"Make me."
Myrtle latched onto the opportunity. "Why don't you give him a blowjob?" she suggested innocently, smiling at Harry.
Draco laughed.
Harry frowned, looking away from Myrtle to glare at Draco. "What's that for?"
"Nothing," Draco answered. He was even worse than herself at playing innocent. "I doubt you could give a blowjob without screwing it up royally."
Harry was kneeling on the floor before Draco in two seconds flat. Myrtle clapped her hands together in delight. She liked this competitive side of them.
Draco sneered, "You wouldn't dare."
In response, Harry batted Draco's hand away and shoved his face down, taking the head in his mouth. He released it just as fast, sticking his tongue out. "Ugh."
"C'mon," Myrtle encouraged. She wanted to see more. Draco's mouth had instantly opened the second that Harry was around his cock. And his eyes were filled with lust. Myrtle needed to see more.
Both of the boys glared at her. She quieted, pouting.
However, Harry listened to her. He took Draco's cock in his mouth again, this time just making a face. Draco bent his knees and slouched against the wall, panting. He flailed an arm out, and Myrtle touched it. He tilted her head to her, no longer angry, though he pulled his hand back just as fast. She was left glowering at her hand.
Not sure what else to do, and rather enjoying the sight, she started to slide a finger up her cunt, in and out, adding another. Harry's black shag was bobbing up and down, leaving a coating of shiny saliva. Draco was quite undone, breathing heavy and eyes squeezed shut. His fingers curled around Harry's mused hair, gaining strength. He started to rut into Harry's mouth.
"Mrff!" Harry pulled away and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. "Malfoy!" he croaked.
"Go, Potter," Draco whined, thrusting his hips up, cock bouncing off his shirt.
Myrtle pushed another finger up her heat, stroking her insides, all the while watching intently as Harry took Draco's cock in his mouth again.
Draco came shortly after that, groaning loudly -- so loudly Myrtle feared Peeves or Headmistress McGonagall would come running, which, the more she thought about it, sounded funny.
Harry frowned down at him. Draco was lying now, slouched to the side, his legs still wide open. Harry dropped his head to Draco's inner thigh, and his hand crept under his trousers and pants.
Myrtle climaxed right before he did, both of their gasps filling the room. They locked eyes after that, and she grinned cheekily at him. He just stared blankly at her, eyes closing in exhaustion.
She pulled her hand out of her clothes and gazed down at the boys. "Draco," she called once she had seated on a sink.
He mumbled sleepily.
"Will you two do that again, then? I want to watch again."
He nodded, blond hair sticking to the wall with sweat. She didn't believe him and, sighing morosely, started picking at her fingernails. Then again, Draco had returned when others hadn't. Maybe -- maybe, she thought excitedly, she could get Harry to kill Draco so that they could be happily ever after together. Yes. That would be nice.
With that comforting fantasy swimming in her head, she submitted to the strong lull of sleep.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut/General
Length: 2005
Pairing: Harry/Draco(/Myrtle)
Summary: Draco had finally returned to her. And then Harry had showed up. However, this encounter turned out drastically different from their previous one.
Note: eloiselovelace, I am terribly sorry this is so late. ♥ But I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it.
She was in a state of shock. Draco had returned -- after almost a year, but he had still returned.
And he was asking for her forgiveness.
"You're the only one who understands."
Myrtle smiled and floated closer so she hovered next to him. From this distance she could see everything that had happened to him since he had run away. Peeves said Draco had tried to kill Professor Dumbledore, but Myrtle refused to believe it. Her Draco would never do that. He was a Slytherin and a Death Eater, but he only wanted to stay alive, him and his family. He was a good boy; others just didn't see it.
She could see everything about him though. His face had taken on a weary look, deeper and starker than last year, rings around his eyes and dark shadows over his face. His lips were chapped too, and his hair had grown out slightly, no longer held back with gel. Instead of making him look dashing and carefree, the loose hair just made him seem more haggard.
There was dirt under his nails and his skin had a deep pink tinge to it, as if he had sunburn. Myrtle imagined he didn't tan. Of course, she couldn't remember the last time she had tanned. She used to tan so beautifully.
She liked that about Draco, that he couldn't tan. Also that he was so desperate and distrait.
"Tell me everything," she encouraged, passing her hand over his head and wishing she could touch him. When he died, preferably soon, they could live together in the lavatories.
Draco shivered but didn't move away from her cold hand. It was a brutal thing, whoever had decided a ghost's touch would be like a bucket of ice water. "I can't do it. They -- he was furious with me, kept me near for the longest time and" -- he shivered uncontrollably -- "I knew first hand whenever something went wrong. But now I have a task, and I can't do it. It's too hard!"
Myrtle crossed her legs and sank down beside him, staring at his hand and pretending she was holding it, smoothing the warm skin between her fingers, kissing the digits.
She cooed, "What's too hard?" and the tenderness grew inside her. She'd never felt this way about a boy before. It was just perfect that he had to be alive and she dead. The afterlife was a cruel place.
He stood quickly, storming for a few seconds. "Everything." His head dropped and he pushed his face against the wall.
"Maybe I can help."
He didn't answer, only moaned softly. "I mean, how the fuck do they expect me to do that? It's impossible. No one else had been able to."
"Tell me!" Myrtle demanded.
Draco stared at her, lips curling in a way Myrtle didn't like. She hastened to say, "I'm scared for you, Draco. I want to help you."
He closed his eyes, thin eyelids over bloodshot, tired eyes, and lowered his face to his palms, white-blond hair falling forward. He mumbled, "I can't talk about it, even if I wanted to. Curse."
Myrtle reached out and swirled her finger around the shirt on Draco's back, making sure not to touch him. "It'll be all right. Why don't -- I've heard that masturbating can help boys feel better."
Draco jerked away from her, gawking.
"Always helps me feel better," she offered, palms facing the ceiling. She was starving for more of Draco, and she'd always wondered what he looked like aroused. She'd seen him exposed before -- hell, she'd seen almost every boy who bathed in the prefect's bathroom nude before, but Draco didn't wank there like most of the boys.
"You're--"
She pouted. "Please."
Draco's nose wrinkled, but he sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "It's only because you asked so nicely," he said sarcastically.
Myrtle smiled. She knew he just liked being admired, always had, and when he was looking so down she figured he ached to hear it. So she told him, encouraging. "You're so gorgeous, Draco. I want to see you, all of you. I want to see your hand flying over your silken cock and--"
Draco squawked. "Myrtle! That's -- ugh -- you're perverted."
She only grinned. What else was there to be when she was a ghost?
Slowly, Draco slid down the wall, opening his trousers at the same time. Myrtle could feel her mouth water, non-existent blood rushing to her pelvis. She slid a hand under her clothes anxiously, fingering the lips of her vagina.
Draco huffed at her and closed his eyes. He pulled out his cock. Myrtle was disappointed to find it flaccid. She floated nearer, moving upside-down so her mouth was mere centimetres from the tip. She had chosen that position because if she used her imagination she could pretend Draco was peeking his tongue out and licking her cunt, eating her. The sad thing was that she had no personal experiences to base the feelings on. No one had ever liked moaning, moping Myrtle, she thought bitterly. Especially after Olive Hornby picked her for mockery.
Catching herself, she stared hard at Draco's cock, willing it to grow with her gaze alone. Then she got an idea. She pushed a breath of air out, hitting him. His eyes flew open, and he cracked his head against the wall in surprise. But with every burst of air, his cock hardened, until he grabbed it, pumping. She righted herself, moving to the wall beside him in an attempt to get the same view as him.
It was so arousing, and she rubbed herself vigorously, dipping a finger into her accumulating wetness, teasing herself.
Draco's eyes had closed again. He opened his mouth, voice croaky as if parched, and chuckled. "You were right." He pushed his head into the wall, chin pointing to the ceiling. Myrtle wanted to lick his neck. If only...
The lavatory door opened with an almost inaudible sound. Harry Potter entered the room, slipping a worn piece of parchment into his pocket.
Alarm rose in Myrtle's breast, and she straightened her back, fingers stalling. She was terrified of a repeat similar to the last time the three of them had been in a room together. Harry had had no right to do what he had done. And she used to fancy him.
Though, he was attractive, in a skinny, malnutritioned kind of way. Well, he was a hero at least.
She made to alert Draco when she noticed Harry wasn't moving for his wand, though she saw it poking out of his robes pocket. In fact, his eyes were quite large and he was staring at Draco, mouth agape. He didn't seem to have even noticed Myrtle there. That was just as well. No one ever noticed her.
But then Harry shifted awkwardly, pressing his legs together tightly. Myrtle looked back at Draco; he was oblivious to the whole thing, eyes still closed and hand working his cock.
Harry's right hand disappeared under his trousers. This time it was Myrtle whose eyes widened. It was really hot to watch Harry wank while watching Draco, which was a surprise to her. Who knew she would get off on gay boys? Not that Draco was gay. He was in love with her, even if he never said it.
Quite suddenly, the whole situation seemed funny. And she was slightly angry that she couldn't do anything with Draco -- or Harry, for that matter. But Harry could do to him what she wanted to. Yes...
She hovered close to Draco, giggling. He hissed in annoyance. "Someone's watching you. Besides me," she added, collapsing into giggles again.
Draco's eyes flew open, head cracking down to look around the room, catching Harry with his hand down his pants and a horklump-in-the-wand light look on his face.
Draco paused for a second, his already pink skin turning even pinker, but he turned his nose and continued stroking himself, slower this time, more leisurely, as if aiming for casual. His eyes were open, still trained on Harry.
"Malfoy," Harry said hoarsely, yanking his hand out of his clothes and stuffing it in his pocket, as if they wouldn't notice. "What are you doing in Hogwarts? During the summer at that."
"Could ask the same about you," Draco panted, eyes sliding closed.
"Following you, of course."
"Course." A grin that made heat swoop in Myrtle's belly filtered over Draco's face. "Couldn't get enough of me last year, huh? It shows." He grunted and tried to snort at the same time.
"Er." Harry scratched his nose, scuffing his one foot onto the tiled floor. "Shut up."
"Make me."
Myrtle latched onto the opportunity. "Why don't you give him a blowjob?" she suggested innocently, smiling at Harry.
Draco laughed.
Harry frowned, looking away from Myrtle to glare at Draco. "What's that for?"
"Nothing," Draco answered. He was even worse than herself at playing innocent. "I doubt you could give a blowjob without screwing it up royally."
Harry was kneeling on the floor before Draco in two seconds flat. Myrtle clapped her hands together in delight. She liked this competitive side of them.
Draco sneered, "You wouldn't dare."
In response, Harry batted Draco's hand away and shoved his face down, taking the head in his mouth. He released it just as fast, sticking his tongue out. "Ugh."
"C'mon," Myrtle encouraged. She wanted to see more. Draco's mouth had instantly opened the second that Harry was around his cock. And his eyes were filled with lust. Myrtle needed to see more.
Both of the boys glared at her. She quieted, pouting.
However, Harry listened to her. He took Draco's cock in his mouth again, this time just making a face. Draco bent his knees and slouched against the wall, panting. He flailed an arm out, and Myrtle touched it. He tilted her head to her, no longer angry, though he pulled his hand back just as fast. She was left glowering at her hand.
Not sure what else to do, and rather enjoying the sight, she started to slide a finger up her cunt, in and out, adding another. Harry's black shag was bobbing up and down, leaving a coating of shiny saliva. Draco was quite undone, breathing heavy and eyes squeezed shut. His fingers curled around Harry's mused hair, gaining strength. He started to rut into Harry's mouth.
"Mrff!" Harry pulled away and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. "Malfoy!" he croaked.
"Go, Potter," Draco whined, thrusting his hips up, cock bouncing off his shirt.
Myrtle pushed another finger up her heat, stroking her insides, all the while watching intently as Harry took Draco's cock in his mouth again.
Draco came shortly after that, groaning loudly -- so loudly Myrtle feared Peeves or Headmistress McGonagall would come running, which, the more she thought about it, sounded funny.
Harry frowned down at him. Draco was lying now, slouched to the side, his legs still wide open. Harry dropped his head to Draco's inner thigh, and his hand crept under his trousers and pants.
Myrtle climaxed right before he did, both of their gasps filling the room. They locked eyes after that, and she grinned cheekily at him. He just stared blankly at her, eyes closing in exhaustion.
She pulled her hand out of her clothes and gazed down at the boys. "Draco," she called once she had seated on a sink.
He mumbled sleepily.
"Will you two do that again, then? I want to watch again."
He nodded, blond hair sticking to the wall with sweat. She didn't believe him and, sighing morosely, started picking at her fingernails. Then again, Draco had returned when others hadn't. Maybe -- maybe, she thought excitedly, she could get Harry to kill Draco so that they could be happily ever after together. Yes. That would be nice.
With that comforting fantasy swimming in her head, she submitted to the strong lull of sleep.