The Chamber of Sexual fun

Sighing heavily, Harry turned the dismal gray pages of the extra book Snape had assigned,

"The magical qualities of assorted mushrooms." So much to memorize. "...eating from one side will make you larger, eating from the other side will make you smaller..."

and so on. He was lazily daydreaming of butterbeers, when he heard a "sst!" Looking around, he noticed that all the others in the boy's dormitory had dozed off over their studies; hardly surprising, given the hour. Yet still,

"sst!" he heard it again. A young girl's head was protruding from the wall. It was the head of Moaning Myrtle.

"Harry, you've got to come quick!" she whispered loudly.

"What?" he replied. "I can't hear you!"

"You've got to come quick. You-know-who has put the entire castle under a sleeping spell, and we need you to come help break it!" Harry scratched his head.

"If everyone's asleep, then why are you whispering?" Myrtle shrugged,

emerging from the wall.

"More dramatic I suppose. Hey," she grinned.

"I've never been in the boy's dormitory before!" She leapt up into the air over Harry.

As he glanced up, under her frilly, fancy old-fashioned dress, he noticed that she wasn't wearing any undergarments. Now Harry, having been raised in a family without any young girls in it, had never seen a naked female body. So he found himself unwittingly fascinated by the glimpse he had caught of the soft reddish folds between the smooth pink lips gazing down from between Myrtle's legs as she flew over him. Quickly he looked away, though she gave a meaningful look as if she had noticed.

But rather than mention it, she bounced lightly off the wall and landed abruptly sitting on top of him. Not that he could feel her weight -- she was, after all, a ghost. But he thought he imagined something stirring in his lap. She reached out both arms around his neck, clasping her hands gently behind his head, leaning back seductively.

"How about it, big magician," she squeaked slyly.

"A little kiss for the little girl?" "Um, Myrtle, you're kind of like, a GHOST, so there wouldn't be much chance that we could, um, like, you know..." She leaned forward and placed a wet, juicy smack on his lips, or at least it would have been wet and juicy had he been able to feel it.

Disconcerting. He shook his head to clear it. "Look, so what do you need me to do?" Myrtle's mood turned pleading, with an undertone of mockery behind it as always. "Harry, Hermione needs you to come downstairs to the commons so you can help her free the castle from the awful spell!" "So how come she didn't come up to ask me herself?"

Myrtle smirked. "She was afraid to enter the boy's dormitory. She could get expelled." "Ok," Harry stood up, exasperated. "I'll be right there."

When he arrived, Hermione was seated at a table, frowning over a thick book. Ginny Weasley sat next to her, apparently having somehow also escaped the sleeping spell. "What's that?" asked Harry, rubbing his eyes. "A quadruple," muttered Hermione absently, pulling one of her long curly locks from behind her ear. "Oh dear." "Quadruple what?" asked Myrtle. "See well, it says right here," Hermione underlined the sentence with her finger, "the only way to break the castle-sleeping spell is a quadruple simultaneous orgasm."

"What does that mean?" asked Harry.