Namesakes
Myrtle used to be so lonely, until one day Griphook accidently stumbled into her bathroom and befriended her. Their friendship soon blossomed into love, and our story starts during one of their many conversations in Myrtle's bathroom.
Myrtle asked, "So, why are you called Griphook?"
Griphook admitted, "I don't know."
Myrtle guessed, "Is it because you have a hooked nose and hands which are good for gripping with?"
Griphook said, "That might be it."
Myrtle sighed. "I hate my namesake."
Griphook agreed, "I hate your namesake too."
Myrtle frowned. "They don't see the side of me that you see."
Griphook reassured her, "You're more than just a moany little teenage girl who cries in bathroom stalls. You're a wise soul who has been a teenager for years and has endured all of the name calling that has been thrown at you. You're a beautiful woman in a child's body. You're a poet and a great listener. Most important of all, you're my girlfriend, and I'm proud of that fact."
Myrtle wiped a tear away and blushed. "Aw, Hooky, you really know how to cheer me up."
Griphook smiled. "It's part of my job, dear."
Myrtle giggled. "You're more than just a Goblin with a hooked nose and hands which are good for gripping with!"
Griphook inquired, "What am I?"
Myrtle told him, "Kind, funny, and yet stubborn as hell. You're friendly and you respect those around you, even though they don't respect you most of the time. You're also brave and handsome. Plus, you're my boyfriend, and to tell you the truth, the reason why I still stay in this dull castle every day since we first met."
Griphook grinned. "It may not be the most romantic spot in Hogwarts to most, but it is to us."