So a while back I traded with Aoi Hikari for a story based off my Idea of Hogwarts having it's own girlmeat catalogue. That story can be found here: >>7556. Proofreading and editing Aoi's story inspired me to write my own version. Some if the initial catalogue spreads are the same (though usually heavily edited) from Aoi's story. These are taken with permission based off my initial descriptions for the trade, but the story itself is vastly different though based off of a similar concept.

Hermoine Browses for Girlmeat (Harry Potter, F/F, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Cons, Snuff, Exhib, Cannibalism, F/Self)

PART 1

Hermione shifted on the seat in the common room. It almost felt like there was something lumpy beneath her.

Reaching down beneath the cushion, Hermione felt around until her fingers scraped a book. No, not a book... A magazine! Curiously, Hermione pulled it out.

“What is this? A girly magazine?” Hermione asked aloud as the picture of a nude 5th year girl she didn't know strutted and posed across the front cover. “No, wait, that's not it...” She continued, looking at the title of the book. “'Hogwarts Meatgirl Catalogue'? What the..?”

Now that Hermione took a closer look, the girl photographed on the cover was in the Hogwarts Kitchen, surrounded by cooking supplies.
“That's...” Feeling nervous and guilty, but even more curious, Hermione opened the magazine, flipping to a random page. Surprisingly, the girl inside the magazine wasn't nude, though she was posing very provocatively next to a campfire. Hermione flipped to the next page, and then the next. On each full page spread there was a moving picture of a girl on one page and some text on the other with the girl’s name and price and presumably the reasons they wanted to sell themselves for meat.

“The wizarding world... eats girls? This can't be real... Who even put this together?” Hermoine muttered to herself as she flipped through. Despite the eroticism of the nudity on display, each of the girls on the pictures was clearly trying to sell herself as food first, and sexual object second; with each and every girl posing at a kitchen or a dining room and with objects like knifes and cauldrons.

“This has to be a joke...” Hermione muttered to herself, as she flipped through it. Suddenly, she stopped, staring.

The picture in front of her occupied both pages of the spread with just a bit of text in the corner, the most noticeable line of which was in big colorful letters saying: “Get two girls for the price of one!” But that wasn't what caught Hermione's eye, nor was it the fact that this was a full page spread featuring a pair of girls for sale instead of a single offering. No, what caught Hermione's eye was that unlike the pages the bookworm had seen so far, she actually knew the pair on the page in front of her! Padma and Parvati Patil. Her mouth fell open as she stared at pair of twin Indian vixens in the picture. Hermione stared, shocked at the idea that the twins would be selling themselves, but somehow, unable to look away. The twins wore very little, just a pair of golden collar shaped chokers, and a number of gold bangles to cover their olive-colored bodies, as they writhed and bounced in an exotic Indian dance amidst a magical fire that didn’t really hurt, but still did a perfect job at looking spectacular and conveying the idea of cooking. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies, caressing breasts and thighs as they cavorted on the page.

Seeing the Patil twins in the catalogue was like stepping into a warm shower. The girls in the previous pictures had looked somewhat familiar, but Hermione couldn't put names to their faces and so had thought that the magazine might have been a fake, or if it wasn't then at least that it was full of girls who had already graduated; but Parvati was her dorm mate, she'd recognize her face anywhere, and after years of sharing the same bedroom with her, Hermoine could tell that the girl in the picture was definitely Parvati. Her heart raced, wondering once more if this might actually be real. Alone in the common room without anyone watching her, Hermione could admit to herself that there was a part of her that wanted it to be.

Hermione quickly skimmed through the text accompanying the strangely erotic photograph searching for a clue a reason they would do this, an indication that the catalogue in front of her was a hoax, but after reading through the entry Hermione still wasn't sure. The interview explained that Parvati had them both listed as meat in the catalogue for no other reason than a passing whim. Padma only discovered it when they were interviewed and photographed, but the nerdier of the twins knew that her sister would have convinced her eventually, so gave into the idea without much fuss. Did that mean that this was a joke? That the twins knew they wouldn't be cooked and eaten? Or did that mean that this really was as casual and common as the catalogue portrayed it to be? Hermione wasn't sure.

A unintended glance brought Hermione's attention to the pair's price, a number which she hadn't paid much attention to up till now thinking it was just a strange gimmick. Her eyes widened. Twenty galleons! Twenty Galleons to cook and eat her dorm-mate and her sister. It was expensive, certainly, but it was a lot cheaper than Hermione had expected given that the twins were selling not just their bodies, but their lives as well! There was no way that Hermione could afford to buy them, but the Patils' price wasn't so expensive that it ensured they wouldn't be bought! Harry could afford them easily, or Draco Malfoy... Merlin! Even some of her less affluent classmates could pay that price if they saved for it!

This couldn't be real, could it?

Despite her doubts, Hermione's curiosity wouldn't let her pull away. Hermione had to read more, to understand what exactly was going on with this strange and, if she had to admit it, exciting, catalogue. With another glance around the room to make sure she was still alone, the bookworm quickly flipped ahead.

The next page Hermione landed on featured Hannah Abbot; another girl Hermione knew, from her year at least, if not well. The blonde girl was sitting, naked, in a big cauldron full of water placed over a fire. Her skin looked flushed as if she were in a hot bath, hinting to Hermione that the fire beneath her might have actually been real. She had a knife in one hand and a peeled potato in the other, slicing it into the same cauldron she was sitting in. Once she was done with one potato, she would grab another from a pot on a nearby table, where some other vegetables were also waiting for their turn to be sliced into the soup with her. All the while, Abbot's hefty bosom bobbed on the surface of he water in the cauldron, revealing brief flashes of her perky pink nipples. Hermione noted, with a bit of admiration for the precision of it, that the movement in the picture was looped perfectly; Abbot was peeling the same three potatoes over and over again, but because of the way the picture was taken, it looked like she was peeling new ones every time.

Tearing her eyes away from the hypnotically repetitive image, Hermione noticed that Hannah was priced at just 12 galleons. Hermione still couldn't afford to buy her, but the lower price made Hermione absentmindedly wonder if the two for one Patil twin sale really was as good a deal as it was advertised to be. Now, more curious than ever, Hermione checked out the blonde's interview, wondering what had possessed Hannah Abbot that she had decided to sell herself as meat.

Money, apparently. Not for herself, but to buy a birthday gift for her friend Susan Bones. Hermione boggled, unable to understand the blonde's mindset, but her confusion was soon chased away by the inclusion of a recipe for 'Abbott Stew,' a recipe that according to Hannah's interview was used to cook both her mother and her grandmother. Hermione actually recognized it, well at least part of it. Potatoes, onions, parsley, meat... it was Irish Stew! Just with Hannah Abbot used as the meat instead of the normal lamb or goat...
"I want to follow the family tradition, to feel the water boiling around me, turning me into a delicious Abbot stew just like it did to my mom and my grandma," Hermione read incredulously.

On the one hand, it explained why Hannah was so wiling to be cooked. If her mother and grandmother both did it, why wouldn't she be willing to do it too? On the other hand, that just raised a whole lot more questions. Was the money just a pretext? And, if this wasn't a prank, just how common was it to cook girls in the magical world? Hermoine had never even heard about it before looking through the catalogue, so eating girls couldn't be that common, right? Hermione wasn't sure.

Slowly, Hermoine was growing ever more used to the idea that every girl in this catalogue was selling herself as meat; but the portrait of Angelina Johnson, Harry's teammate from Quidditch, on the next page still managed to shock her.

The mocha-skinned girl was huddled on her hands and knees in a baking tray on the door of a large oven; her entire body wrapped in a tight net like a Christmas ham, immobilizing her. Angelina looked less like a girl than a piece of meat, an image not helped as the girl in the picture turned her head to look back over her shoulder at the viewer, revealing that she was holding a fluttering golden snitch between her teeth like a pig biting into an apple. In fact, the only thing Hermione could see of the older girl that even hinted at the fact that she was a woman was Angelina's pussy.

It was untouched, the netting around it cut away for ease of access, but it still managed to draw the eye. Angelina's lower lips were full and flushed, beautifully dark and parted just enough for Hermione to catch a hint of pink beyond them. They were also absolutely soaked; glistening with a liquid that Hermione was certain wasn't sweat. Angelina was getting off on this!

The thought, which should have been so obvious before, had somehow escaped Hermione until just then; but now that it had occurred to her, she couldn't stop thinking about it. The Patils in their sensual dance, Hannah Abbot with her bare breasts bobbing in the cauldron, all of them posed so artfully, yet also so erotically... Were the girls doing this because they were turned on by it? Hermione wasn't sure, but she felt like she had to find out. 'For academic purposes of course!' She thought to herself, ignoring the quickening embers of arousal in her own loins.

Angelina's interview, by comparison to Hermione's revelation of her real motives, was almost mundane. She was trying to raise money to buy some new brooms for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Hermione checked the price; 20 galleons, the same as the Patils, Hermione noted as she read even further. Angelina used her Interview to advertise herself, calling her body "dark meat" and telling the reader about how Quidditch had kept her in excellent shape for cooking, 'whether roasted on the oven or on the spit, I'll last for hours putting on the best show you've ever seen,' Angelina bragged.

This latest revelation boggled Hermione. Angelina wanted to be cooked alive! The brunette couldn't even imagine wanting something like that herself! Though... The idea of Angelina writhing and enjoying herself as she cooked was certainly... Hermione blushed, shaking her head to dismiss the thought as she turned to the next page.
Hermione stared for a second. If Angelina was obviously aroused by the prospect of becoming food, her fellow Gryffindor chaser, Alicia Spinnet, seemed intent on arousing the viewer at the thought of turning her into food.

Alicia crouched behind a vertical pole that looked almost like someone's failed attempt to transfigure a broomstick into a matchstick. The pole was half-way between metal and wood, pointy on the top with bristles on the bottom; it shimmered in the dim light within the photograph. Hermione blinked, unsure what to think as Alicia rubbed against what Hermione suddenly realized was probably her own personal broom. The frizzy haired girl could see the edges of Alicia's thick pussy lips poking out from around the shaft of the broom as Alicia ground her sex up, and down against it.

Up and down, Alicia moved, leaving a wet trace against the pole; no, Hermione realized as she read through the interview, against the spit. Alicia's recipe called for spitted witch, for the long almost metallic pole she'd transfigured from her broom to be thrust through her entire body all the way from her flushed cunt, to her smirking mouth and the floated over the fire to roast her. Hermione's eyes glazed slightly as she stared at Alicia as she danced around the pole. She couldn't stop herself from imagining it; Alicia being spitted, Hermione spitting her, Alicia rotating on her broom as she cooked... The idea was... Hermione shook her head. Even if she wanted to, and she didn't, Hermione reminded herself, Alicia was 20 galleons, the same price as her fellow Gryffidor chaser! There was no way she could afford her.

Hermoine turned to the next page in the catalogue, her fingers no longer trembling from embarrassment, but from the excited lore of forbidden fruit.

Daphne Greengrass! Hermione had never spoken to her, but she'd recognize the tall blonde Slytherin anywhere after years of sharing a potions class together. The price she'd offered herself at was an almost ludicrous 30 galleons. Hermione supposed it was still possible to afford her, but she didn't anyone outside Harry and possibly Draco, who actually could.

Daphne was reclining outside by Hagrid's shack. She was dressed in an expensive, lacy, white lingerie set, panties and gra, stockings and garter-belt, all improbably pristine as she lay on the dirty ground. Hermione blinked as she realized that the stump Daphne was resting her head on wasn't just any stump, she actually recognized it. It was Hagrid's butcher's block, and it was stained red from all the animals he'd slaughtered on it for the kitchens. For a moment, Hermione wondered to herself how much if any of the blood staining that stump came from girls like Daphne, or herself.

Still, Hermione had to hand it to the pureblood girl. Somehow, despite the fact that unlike all the previous girls, all of Daphne's private parts were covered, the setting of the photo and and the pose she was shot in almost made her seem even more nude, and vulnerable.

Absently, the brunette flipped to the next page.

Hermione's jaw dropped. Ginny. That was Ginny! There, on the opened page in front of her, was a picture of Ginny, Ron's sister and her closest female friend! Her mind boggled, how could she have missed this? Why didn't Ginny tell her? The other girls, even Parvati, weren't people she really knew, but Ginny? How did Ginny get caught up in this? And how did Hermione not hear about it!

The picture on the page in front of Hermione was set in the Hogwarts kitchen. Ginny sat, naked, on the kitchen counter atop a cutting board. Her body was completely exposed and Hermione could easily tell that the girl on the page was definitely her friend. She recognized the faint dusting of freckles across the top of the redhead's modest breasts, from when they went swimming together over the summer. If it wasn't her friend sitting on that cutting board, then at the very least it was her body.

Ginny had her legs spread, exposing her young, pink pussy, topped with a small flaming red bush shaved into a landing strip. Her lower lips glistened with arousal, just like Angelina's had, in the dim light of the Hogwarts kitchen. Hermione could see her friend smile and wave at the camera, grinning happily with an expression that Hermione would recognize anywhere. That was definitely Ginny.

As if that was not enough? Even as Hermione watched, Ginny reached down and spread her pussy open with one hand, showing off her unsoiled virginity, a virginity that Ginny had privately told her she was saving for Harry, if he wanted it. With her other hand the redheaded tomboy waved at the camera once more, all the while wearing the same playful smile, treating the whole affair as if it were just a fun diversion. Just as Hermione was about to look away, Ginny gestured around to a knife rack to her left and a cooking spit to her right, clearly offering Hermione (or whoever else was watching) various methods to prepare her. Even though Ginny was her friend, for a second Hermione couldn’t help but wonder what those methods would be like in use. What would it be like to impale Ginny on that spit? Or carve out the petite redhead's incredibly sensitive pussy with one of those knives? Just looking at the picture was making Hermione's heart beat faster than ever before! She needed to get to the bottom of this. Why was Ginny doing this? Why had she never heard about it before? Hermione needed to know.

Hermione scoured the interview, trying to discover what would cause her friend to pose like this, to sell herself... Hermione blinked. Despite the fact that she was taking what Hermione thought were fairly extreme measures, Ginny’s reasoning actually seemed pretty straightforward; she just wanted to make some money for her family to help out with expenses. She'd set a price of just five galleons to buy her body, since even that comparatively small amount would be very helpful to her family, while the low price would also make her more likely to be bought. In fact, Hermione mused to herself, just having one less mouth to feed might free up a fair amount of cash for the Weasley family.

Hermione frowned. Five galleons... Despite the fact that Ginny was her friend, Hermione was sorely tempted to try and buy her. Not because she wanted to see her friend cooked, Hermione assured herself! No, it would only be to satisfy her curiosity! But 5 galleons? It wasn't much, especially not for what was on sale, but Hermione didn't have it, and she couldn't just owl her parents to ask for the money. What was she going to say she wanted to for? To buy another girl to eat? And even if she did, her parents were Muggles, they didn't keep Galleons on hand, and as muggles they couldn't just walk to Gringotts to get more for her!

Hermione blushed, thinking about just asking Ginny about the catalogue. She wasn't sure she could do it. Admitting she knew Ginny was in it would be tantamount to admitting she'd seen her friend naked. And while Ginny seemed almost casual about both her nudity and her status as Hermione's potential dinner in the catalogue, Hermione knew her friend would tease her relentlessly if she knew Hermione had seen it.

Giving her investigation up for a lost cause, frustrated, Hermione tossed the magazine onto the short table in front of her. It fell open to another spread.
Luna Lovegood. It was Luna Lovegood. It was also the most explicitly pornographic image that Hermione had seen into the entire catalogue by far. The photo of Luna depicted her lying on her own bed, wearing nothing but a pair of silver star earrings that looked like they would pierce her neck should she awkwardly turn her head, a star spangled chain belt around her hips, and a magical wand behind her ear. Luna’s exceptionally pale legs were spread to make sure the viewer couldn't miss the fact that the blonde was fiercely masturbating, sliding a carrot as big as her own forearm in and out of her cute little pussy, each new thrust making her arch her back and roll her eyes in ecstasy. “By Merlin,” Hermione whispered to herself, unable to tear her eyes away from the incredible image in front of her. Despite the fact that the image was silent, Hermione could almost hear the incredibly sexy moans emanating from Luna’s gasping mouth.

Hermione blushed, hard, as she watched Luna fucking herself with the over-sized piece of produce, her young slit straining to accommodate the orange intruder. Luna's lower lips were flushed, bright red and sopping wet as they slid around the thick ridges of the carrot in what was hands down the most erotic sight Hermione had ever seen.

Luna had never had large breasts, but now, laying on her back they practically vanished into the rest of her chest making her large perky nipples even more visible than normal. Luna's nipple jiggled and jerked with each pleasured thrust of her improvised orange dildo, capturing Hermione's attention almost hypnotically.

Despite the risque nature of the magazine, Luna's photo stood out. The other girls were sexy, even erotic, but they weren't anything like this! Looking at them, Hermione had never been sure whether the actual reason those girls were selling themselves as meat was the reason stated in their interview, or whether they were doing it because they were getting off on the thought of being cooked. But with Luna, there was no question.

Unlike the rest of the girls in the magazine with her, Luna was positively open about the fact that she was enjoying both the thought of becoming food, and the photoshoot itself in a sexual way. She didn't seem to care at all if her nickname went from 'Loony' to 'Lewdy.'

Hermione's eyes raced to the interview, her curiosity almost killing her as she strained to figure out why Luna was doing this. Why she was enjoying it so... so openly! Had he not understood what she was getting into? Had she misunderstood what was going to happen to her if she was bought? No...

That wasn't it at all! Hermione was baffled! According to her interview, Luna hadn't accidentally mistaken it for a pornographic photoshoot, or anything of the sort! She knew that she was selling herself for food just like all the other girls in the catalogue and she was getting off on the idea. Luna had even included a recipe for 'spit-roasted Ravenclaw' that went into lurid and explicit detail about just how she wanted to be 'snuffed and cooked' and even involved a short spell to keep her alive through the entire process!

Hermione's eyes widened in shock as she reached the end of the article. Luna wasn’t even asking for money! The lithe blonde just wanted some of her lost possessions returned (a list of which was included, with items varying from a pair of socks to books on magizoology and spells). Hermione was absolutely mystified as to why Luna would care about them. After all, it wasn't as if the eccentric girl would have any use for them after she was cooked and eaten...

'Wait.' Hermione looked over Luna's price again. 'She just wants her stuff returned?' That wouldn't cost Hermione anything at all! It would just take the time spent to track Luna's stuff down! Hermione hesitated. This was wrong. Luna was a person, a friend even! She shouldn't be thinking of cooking her! 'But...' Hermione hesitated, her urge to understand just what was going on warring with her moral convictions. 'She was volunteering, wasn't she? If it was what Luna wanted...'

With a single graceful motion, Hermione tucked the catalogue into a pocket beneath her robe and strode away. After all, she had some things to find.