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Moaning Myrtle was her usual self- moaning. But for once she was not awake while doing so. Hermione was rather shocked that Myrtle seemed to be...well...did ghosts sleep?
She appeared to be dreaming. A rather intense dream at that. A rather....erotic dream perhaps? Could a ghost’s face be flushed? And Myrtle had just mumbled something about ‘ohhh Harry, right there, that’s it...’
Hermione was sure of it: Myrtle was having a sex dream about Harry. COULD this day get ANY weirder?
Gathering her things she changed her mind about bathing at that particular time of the evening, and made her way out of the prefects’ bath. As she headed down the hall, she passed Ron and Harry, who seemed to be headed towards...the prefects bath? She opened her mouth to warn them, and then realized that if she said something she would have to acknowledge that she had figured out they intended to go to the bath together and...she would rather not. Raising one brow in a rather Snape-like fashion, she turned and continued her way down the hall. She paused just as she knew they would be reaching the baths.
Sure enough, a moment later there was a rather satisfying chorus of ‘MYRTLE!!!’ from her two best friends. Snickering to herself, Hermione settled in with a good book and resigned to bathing in the morning, sans Myrtle.