Hermione goes for seconds on Girlmeat
Tags: Harry Potter (Series), F/Self, F/F, M/F, F/M/F, Exhib, Bondage, Consensual, D/s, Deep Frying, Snuff, Cannibalism, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter

Hermione clutched the galleons tight in her hand as she climbed the stairs to the Gryffindor Girls' dorms. Her heart raced in her chest as she thought about what she was about to do. Ginny wasn't just an acquaintance like Luna, Ginny was her friend. She was her only female friend. And Hermione was going to feed her to Harry. Hermione knew Ginny wanted it but she was still second guessing herself. What if she was wrong? What if Luna was wrong about the redhead? The strange thing was, despite her qualms Hermione didn't think she cared. Even if Ginny didn't want to be dinner, Hermione intended to buy her anyway.

The memory of Luna's unique taste on her tongue tempted her, but the chance to end another girl's life, to know that she died to bring her pleasure? That was the real temptation. If everything went well, maybe she and Harry could sample even more of the catalogue. Of course, that meant not only getting Harry to accept Ginny as meat, but also to enjoy himself enough to want to repeat the experience; just like Luna had done for Hermione...

Hermione shook the idea from her head. Now wasn't the time to remember past conquests. If she focused too much on Luna she'd end up playing with herself all night as she hid behind the curtains on her bed from her dormmates while thinking about the blonde. No, she had a job to do now.

A few more steps landed her at Ginny's dorm room, five galleon coins in hand. Hermione opened the door. Ginny was lounging on her bed, still fully dressed, with several of her dormmates in varying states of preparing for bed around her scuttling to and fro.

"Hey Ginny, can I talk to you in private?"

Ginny looked up from the copy of teen witch magazine in her hands, smiling lasciviously when she caught sight of Hermione.

"Sure thing, Hermione," she agreed. "Why? You have some... excess energy you want me to help you burn off after tonight's dinner?" the redhead teased.

"Just... come with me, okay?" Hermione blushed as she asked her friend to follow her.

"Of course," Ginny happily agreed as she languidly slid off her bed and joined Hermione in the doorway.

Hermione led the redhead to an out of the way reading nook she liked to use to study. It was rarely used and no one ever came by to bother her when she was reading in it, which made it the closest thing to truly private she could find in the Gryffindor dorms.

"So, was dinner really what I thought it was tonight?" Ginny asked, eagerly.

"Luna asked me to share with you," Hermione admitted, struggling not to give in to her embarrassment.

"And the rest of Gryffindor?" Ginny asked with an eyebrow arched.

"I... may have gotten carried away," Hermione admitted, a slight blush tinging her face. She certainly hadn't been planning to share Luna with anyone before her split-second decision to end the blonde's life like that.

"So? How did it feel, snuffing her?" Ginny asked, eager to hear all about it. Unfortunately for her, that wasn't why Hermione had asked the redhead to follow her.

"First, let me ask you a question," Hermione replied. "Luna told me that it was your catalogue I found last night in the common room. Why?"

Now it was Ginny's turn to to be embarrassed. "I was sort of hoping Harry would find it," the redhead admitted.

"So you just left it there?" Hermione inquired tryong to keep her tone non-judgemental.

Ginny just blushed. Realizing now that what she had thought was a sure-fire plan to get Harry to buy her may not have been as flawless as she had assumed.

"Do you even want to be snuffed?" Hermione asked, curious to know the answer, even though it wouldn't have any effect on her plans for her red-headed friend.

"Maybe?" Ginny asked. "I'm not sure..." she trailed off.

"But if it's by Harry?" Hermione prompted, trying to understand her friend's intentions.

"Then definitely," Ginny stated authoritatively. "I want him to eat me."

"Harry was really impressed by tonight's dinner you know," Hermione stated. "He even gave me the five galleons I asked for when I told him I knew where to get more."

"Really!?" Ginny almost squeaked, barely able to contain her excitement.

"Really," Hermione assured her. "Of course, Harry's expecting another phenomenal meal, and I can't feed Harry anything less than Luna was..." Hermione trailed off, building a picture in Ginny's mind. After all, this wasn't just about what Harry wanted, Hermione wasn't doing this out of the kindness of her heart. Cooking Luna had been such an incredibly erotic thrill and Hermione had only offered to help Harry cook another girl (not that he knew that was what he had requested) to get another taste of that experience. "Do you mind if I check your meat?" Hermione asked, wanting to see just how open to Hermione's requests Ginny really was.

"Right here? In the common room?" Ginny asked, shocked. They were in a secluded corner, true, but their fellow Gryffindors were seated in the same room all around them.

"Are you embarrassed?" Hermione asked, keeping her voice merely curious. "What does meat have to be embarrassed about?"

Ginny blushed. "You're right," the redhead agreed, not sure she actually believed the sentiment, but knowing that she needed to follow Hermione's instructions if she wanted Harry to have her. Nervously, Ginny steeled herself before lifting the hem of her robe with one hand and guiding Hermione's fingers beneath her panties with the other, hoping that her body blocked the view of anyone looking their way.

"You're wet," Hermione declared as her fingers probed the outside of Ginny's moist sex. The redhead's panties were damp and clung to her flushed lower lips. "Was it eating Luna that did this to you? Or..."Hermione trailed off curiously.

"B-both," Ginny replied, her breath hitching as Hermione drove a finger into her virgin slit. "Will you be eating me too?" The redhead asked, looking around nervously to make sure no one else noticed what Hermione was doing to her.

"Definitely..." Hermione replied, savoring the was Ginny's sex pulsed against her finger as she slowly drove it in and out of her friend. "I wouldn't want to miss out," Hermione explained, "and Harry needs someone to ease him into this. He'll never agree to it without me helping. You know that, right?"

Ginny flushed with embarrassment, the foreign feeling of Hermione's finger inside of her sending a rush of unexpected and somewhat unwanted pleasure through her veins. "I'd just hoped..."

"You could seduce him? Like Luna did me?" Hermione ask, arching an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Ginny admitted. "It wouldn't work, would it?" She asked, slightly depressed at the thought.

"Not without me helping," Hermione agreed, crooking her finger to pull Ginny closer by pressing her finger tip against the redhead's sensitive inner walls.

"W-Will you?" Ginny asked, struggling to deal with the new sensations Hermione had introduced her to. She'd masturbated before of course, but she'd never put anything inside. She'd been saving herself for Harry.

"To get a piece of you?" Hermione asked. "Definitely." The brunette bookworm withdrew her finger with a wet 'plop' that rang loudly in Ginny's ears. She stared straight ahead, certain that the sound had attracted attention, but unwilling to reveal herself by looking around. Hermione's finger was dripping wet with Ginny's juices. The older girl was absolutely heedless of any onlookers as she licked her finger dry. "Mmmmm..." she moaned quietly. "You already taste like you'll be worth cooking," Hermione informed her friend, sending a shiver of fear up her spine. "Of course, if you want this to work, you will have to follow a few rules..."

"Anything," Ginny desperately agreed.

Hermione smiled. "That is just what I wanted to hear."

Hermione paused, looking Ginny in the eye to gauge her sincerity. "We won't be eating you immediately. We all just had dinner, and there are some preparations you'll need to take first. This will only work if you do everything I tell you to, otherwise instead of both Harry and I eating you, it'll just be me. Do you understand?"

"I do," Ginny agreed.

"First, I want you to stop eating. That piece of leg you took earlier? That's your last meal. From now until we eat you you're not to take a single bite of food. You can drink water. That's it."

Ginny nodded. It seemed harsh, but it made sense if Hermione didn't want to clean her out before cooking her. It was easier to get her to do it herself.

"Next, don't tell Harry about this. Don't even hint at it. This will only work if I guide him to it carefully. Okay?"

"Yes, Hermione," Ginny acceded. It made sense, especially since her last attempt at getting Harry to buy her had only resulted in Hermione buying Luna.

"Finally, give me your knickers."

"Now?" Ginny asked, her eyes widened in surprise.

"Yes. Right now," Hermione's tone would brook no argument. "From this moment until the moment Harry and I snuff you you are not to wear any sort of underwear. No bra either, but you can take that off back in you dorm room."

Ginny stared at Hermione, she was absolutely serious and the thought was making her more than a little wet.

"Hurry up," Hermione chided. "Meat doesn't need knickers."

Ginny's sex gushed a little at Hermione's words. There didn't seem to be any other option besides obedience, not if she wanted to give herself to Harry. Surreptitiously, Ginny lifted the front of her robe and revealed her panties to Hermione.

They were red, sporty almost like a pair of boy's briefs, and little golden snitches flitted to and fro across the fabric. They were also incredibly eye catching. Between the Gryffindor red and the gold, Hermione could tell why Ginny was nervous about being seen.

"Take them off, or I'll do it for you." Hermione ordered.

A chill sped down Ginny's spine as she realized Hermione was serious.

Quickly, but not so fast as to be immediately obvious to anyone looking in their direction, Ginny pushed her panties off her hips and let them fall down her legs to the floor as she flashed Hermione in the process

Hermione was still staring at her expectantly as she dropped her robe.

Taking the hint, Ginny bent down and picked up the crimson knickers, handing them to Hermione.

"Good," was the only praise she got for her compliance. "Now go upstairs and get rid of that bra, and shave. You don't want Harry to discover a hair in his food when he eats you, do you?"

Ginny turned to go, her cheeks flushing crimson with embarrassment.

"Oh, and one more thing," Hermione interrupted, causing Ginny to turn around once more, keenly aware of what she wasn't wearing beneath her robe. "Here you go," Hermione stated, handing over five shining gold galleons. "Don't spend them all in one place," she teased.

"By the way, there's one last rule. Feel free to play with yourself, in fact, I encourage it. But under absolutely no circumstances are you allowed to cum. Not until we start to cook you. If you're constantly aroused you'll taste much better, and you're sure to hold Harry's attention."

With that, Hermione sent Ginny on her way with a firm grope of her ass to get her started.

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The next two and a half days passed in a blur for Ginny. She was constantly turned on. Between Hermione's suggestion to masturbate as much as she wanted and Hermione's prohibition against underwear Ginny was slowly being driven insane. Her pussy was constantly flushed and dripping, her nipples always erect. Hermione occasionally pulling her aside to 'check her meat' certainly wasn't helping.

Ginny had no idea when her end would come or what it would be, and the distracted and appreciative looks she was getting from boys and even some girls had doubled, driving her to constant distraction. Her schoolwork was definitely suffering, though Ginny assumed Hermione wouldn't be keeping her around long enough for that to become a real issue.

Yesterday was a Hogsmeade visit, and Ginny had almost been driven to madness by the way every last breeze seemed to caress her flushed and unprotected cunt. She barely managed to pull herself together long enough to get a surprise for Harry with two of the galleons Hermione had bought her with. A surprise she'd put through its paces by herself, both in the secluded parts of the village and throughout various parts of the castle. She'd barely had enough sense of mind left to send the remaining three galleons home to her mom with a note explaining that she wouldn't ever be coming home because Harry and Hermione had bought her for dinner. Her mother wouldn't hold it against them, especially since she'd almost been purchased when she went to Hogwarts so many years ago.

The fact that she hadn't been able to eat anything since the section of Luna she'd had Thursday night wasn't helping Ginny's mental state at all. The blonde girl's taste lingered like a phantom on her lips, reminding her of what she'd soon become.

So it came as an unexpected relief when Hermione pulled her aside just before breakfast and told her to meet her outside the room of requirement after lunch.

"Don't worry," Hermione reassured the redhead. "I'll make sure Harry skips it. After all, we have special plans for dinner."

The rest of the day was spent in an almost panicked state of arousal. These were the last few hours she had left to live. The last few hours before Harry ate her. Ginny practically bolted up to the owlry. After all, she had a gift to send and she couldn't put it off till tomorrow.

Ginny didn't say any goodbyes. Her Brother would be a bother, Luna wasn't around anymore, she wasn't all that close with any of her classmates, and there'd be time for more... intimate goodbyes with Harry and Hermione at dinner.

Ginny's heart leaped. She was going to be dinner. Absently she wondered what Hermione had planned for her as she finished sending her gift. With any luck it would arrive at breakfast tomorrow.

There wasn't much to pack. Her schoolthings were all in her trunk, and Hermione had already confiscated all her intimates. Which left her nothing to do for the next couple hours save to play with herself and contemplate her fate.

Ginny considered breaking Hermione's rule and letting herself cum many times over the next couple hours, but the brunette's warning kept resounding in her mind. If she came, Harry might not eat her. In the end she heeded her friend's advice. Her sex was well lubricated, but still ready for more. Ginny left to meet her fate.

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Hermione was nervous. These past few days had been fun, especially seeing the way that Ginny was slowly getting more and more worked up by the restrictions she'd given her, but now it was actually time to go through with it. She'd already started by making Harry study through lunch with her in the library in order to increase his appetite. She'd promised to make it up to him with a special dinner, and now, despite knowing just how eager Ginny was to be eaten, Hermione was worrying that the slightly younger redhead wouldn't show.

"Hermione!" Ginny shouted down the hall, rushing toward her friend and possible executioner.

"Ginny," Hermione replied, trying to hide how relieved she was to see the other girl. "What are you wearing?"

"My school robes?" Ginny asked, confused and struck by a sudden sinking feeling at Hermione's question.

"You're wearing clothes?" Hermione asked just to confirm.

"Yes," Ginny agreed.

"Meat doesn't need clothes, Ginny. Get rid of them."

"Here!?" Ginny asked, nervously looking up and down the corridor to make sure there were no other students around.

"Yes here. Now strip," Hermione ordered.

Hastily, Ginny complied, doffing her robe as well as the rest of her uniform, leaving it lying in a heap at her feet, and her naked and shivering in the drafty Hogwarts hallway.

Hermione looked her friend over, assessing the girlmeat she'd bought just a few days ago with a hungry, leering gaze.

Ginny was thin, but lithe and athletic instead of willowy like Luna. Her perky breasts were the size of large oranges, or maybe grapefruits, slightly more than a handful each and topped with a pair of what Hermione knew from the last couple pf days to be incredibly sensitive nipples; both if which stood firmly at attention.

Ginny's sex had been shaved completely bare, and then smoothed over with magic to leave no traces of hair behind. Hermione sort of missed the completely untamed burning bush Ginny had started this journey with, but there was no way that she was going to shave the redhead herself, even with magic, and while Hermione could separate and protect the hair on the girl's head by simply not touching her face, Hermione definitely planned on sharing Ginny's girlsteak with Harry.

"Wonderful," Hermione remarked, staring at Ginny's moist and incredibly juicy-looking camel-toe. "You almost look good enough to eat raw."

Ginny shivered at that. She certainly wasn't looking forward to the pain of being cooked, but being eaten raw was even worse...

"Have you decided how you're going to cook me?" Ginny asked, firm in her intent to follow through, but still nervous about the details.

"Yes," Hermione replied smiling. "But I think I'll keep it a surprise."

Hermione bent down and began tearing long strips of cloth from Ginny's skirt. Ginny wanted to protest, to tell Hermione to knock it off because she needed that and the bookworm was quickly making the skirt indecently short, but then it hit Ginny that she didn't need it. That she was meat now, and she probably wouldn't be wearing any more clothes ever again.

"Stand still," Hermione instructed, approaching with several long strips of what used to be Ginny's skirt.

Ginny followed instructions, and as a reward, Hermione used one of the long cloth strips to blindfold her and another to tie her wrists together, just tight enough to not cut off her blood-flow.

Hermione released her, blind, naked, and helpless, and began to pace back and forth in front of the secret entrance to the Room of Requirement. Once, twice, three times and the portrait of Barnabas the Barmy swung open, revealing a room that Ginny couldn't see.

"This way," Hermione ordered, leading the blindfolded redhead gently by the wrist through the open portal. Ginny had no idea where she was going, but she could hear Hermione opening a doorway when they stopped.

“Exactly as I imagined it,” Hermione confirmed to herself. “Alright, hands above your head.”

Ginny complied, and Hermione manhandled her into position. She could feel something made out of metal against her bound wrists as Hermione secured them to something. Hermione tugged, and Ginny was instantly hauled off her feet into the air. She kicked, once, twice, and then she felt Hermione grab her ankles and tie them together as well.

“This should be perfect...” Hermione mused. “I'm going to get Harry now. He can't know you're in here. This is absolutely crucial, do you understand Ginny? The last few days have primed him to think about sex, and about how sexy you are. He's also Hungry from skipping lunch, but none of that will be enough if I can't introduce him to the concept of eating you gently. If he knows you're here before I'm ready to reveal you, it will ruin everything. You'll still be eaten, but I'll be dining alone tonight instead of having you as dinner for two. Do you understand?”

Ginny nodded, unwilling to make a sound.

“Good. We also need you even more excited, but we can't have you cumming...” Ginny couldn't see the wand movements through her blindfold, but she recognized that incantation! That was a numbing spell!

Almost instantly, Ginny's cunt began to tingle as the spell set in, keeping the redhead locked in a perpetual state of arousal even as the spell's main effects kept her from ever reaching relief.

“If you're good, I might take that off before you're completely cooked,” Hermione teased. “Now remember, not a word, just stay still and be quiet.”

Ginny nodded, the numbing charm already working it's magic on her as Hermione shut the door and walked away.

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“So, you just want to show me this thing you found and then we'll get dinner?”

“Exactly,” Hermione replied to Harry's question. “I found it earlier in the common room under one of the armchairs.”

“Okay then,” Harry agreed, “As long as there's food at the end of this. I studied all through lunch because of you and not to sound like Ron, but I'm really hungry.”

“Don't worry, I'll make sure we both get dinner, after all, I was there studying too, remember?”

Harry nodded, watching as Hermione paced back and forth in front of the portrait of Barnabas the Barmy, the door to the Room of Requirement.

The room beyond the painting was strange, there was a large glass case on display, vertical, maybe a bit taller than he was. In front of it was the most comfy looking couch he'd ever seen, and in front of that a small table with a single magazine laying atop it.

“Is that what you found in the common room?” Harry asked, eyeing the glass tank, along with the strange glass tube protruding to some sort of holding tank full of a thick golden looking liquid next to it.

“What?” Hermione asked, confused for a second. “Oh! No! Not at all. There's no way that would fit under one of those chairs. What I found is on the table.”

Harry strode over, curious to see what his friend had found that was so interesting, Hermione following hopefully behind.

“What! What is this?” Harry asked, shocked as he noticed the nude girl strutting across the cover. “The Hogwarts Meatgirl Catalogue?” Harry read, disconcerted. “Is this... some sort of nudie mag?”

Hermione stayed quiet, letting Harry explore the magazine on his own for now, content to watch and step in if needed.

“Is that Angelina!?” Harry asked, flipping to a random page and seeing the mocha-skinned beauty bound in netting on a tray in front of an oven, her dripping pussy clearly visible to the camera. “Is she... she looks like a ham about to be roasted!” Harry yelped. “Is this real?” Harry asked. “No, wait. Who else is in here?” He asked interrupting his own question.

“Why don't you take a look for yourself?” Hermione urged.

Harry was too distracted to question Hermione's odd response. The taboo allure of the pages in front of him held him.

“Daphne, Hannah, Cho!?” Harry cried out, staring at a picture of his Asian crush, oiled up, and reclining in a giant wok. “This can't be real, can it?” Harry asked incredulously. “Are you in here too Hermione?”

Hermione's eyes widened at the thought. “No! No, I'm definitely not in there,” Hermione hurriedly replied. “I was just as surprised as you when I found it.” Not to mention the fact that she had absolutely no interest in being on the meat side of the transactions in the catalogue. What would her spread even look like anyway? Her naked in the library on one of the tables surrounded by cookbooks?

“This can't be real...” Harry muttered to himself, his eyes repeatedly straying towards the lascivious pictures on the page. “Why would anyone do this?”

"There are interviews next to the pictures," Hermione pointed out.

Harry blinked, just noticing them for the first time. "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," Harry read incredulously. "This can't be real, girls don't sell themselves as meat in the wizarding world, I'd have noticed, right?"

Hermione looked at Harry. It didn't sound like he was actually asking the question. More like he was reassuring himself. Taking advantage of his distraction, she shrugged off her robe and placed it off to the side where it wouldn't interfere.

When she turned back, Harry was still staring at the catalogue, the growing bulge within his pants bearing testament to his true opinion about the magazine.

"You know, when I first found this, the curiosity over whether it was real or not almost drove me insane," Hermione stated.

"Did you find out?" Harry asked, desperately.

"Are you sure you want to know?" Hermione asked. "I can see your reaction to the catalogue," Hermione added giving a long lingering glance at Harry's pants. The boy-who-lived blushed at her frank appraisal of his state. "Tell me honestly, Harry. If you found out that the catalogue was all just some bizarre wizarding world version of a girly mag, that none of the girls in it were actually for sale, would you be relieved, or disappointed."

Harry started to object, but something in Hermione's voice stopped him. She wanted the truth, not just what he thought she wanted to hear. "I'm... not sure," Harry admitted.

"Well, why don't you take another look at the catalogue and we can figure it out together?" Hermione suggested. "I may not be in there, but there are other girls you know."

"There are?" Harry asked, surprised.

"There are," Hermione assured him, leaning over into Harry's personal space and flipping the page.

Alicia Spinnet stared back at them. The brown-skinned girl was just as arousing as Hermione remembered her to be; rubbing her sopping wet pussy up and down the length of her half transfigured broomstick-spit, her thick, meaty lips clearly visible as they poked out from behind the shaft. One hand was on the metallic broom, the other on one of her generously bared breasts, her fingers pinching and rolling one of her thick puffy nipples.

"Oh... wow..." Harry muttered, the strength of his erection growing at the sight.

Hermione reached down, sliding her hand beneath the waistband of Harry's pants and grabbing his throbbing member. She didn't do anything with it, just held it, engulfing the warm rod in the soft embrace of her fingers.

"H-Hermione!" Harry exclaimed in shock.

"My name is Alicia Spinnet of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team," Hermione read, ignoring Harry's shocked objections. "And I'm selling myself to raise money to buy new brooms for the team."

Hermione could feel Harry throbbing beneath her touch, and she wasn't about to give up the chase now.

"With my athletic body, I'll make the perfect spit-roast. I'll even transfigure my own spit for you to do me with. If you want, you can even cook me below the bleachers at the pitch. I promise to put on quite the show. After all those years riding a broomstick, I'm looking forward to riding a spit," Hermione finished.

"She's only 20 galleons you know, you could easily afford her." She felt Harry's dick jerk in her hand. "And it certainly feels like you're interested," Hermione continued, giving his cock a light squeeze.

"I-" Harry hesitated.

"Still not sure?" Hermione asked. "Maybe you'd like someone younger?"

Hermione took the catalogue and flipped to a page she knew extremely well.

"Luna!?" Harry cried out in shock, as he stared at the blonde's lewd display. "Is she..?"

"Fucking herself with a carrot as big as her arm?" Hermione finished for him. "I think she is. She certainly looks enthusiastic about it," Hermione smiled fondly.

"I haven't seen her in days," Harry realized. "Do you think she was..?"

"Sold? Cooked? It's possible," Hermione grinned. "Does that thought turn you on?" Hermione asked. "It certainly feels like it does," she added giving his cock a quick rub.

"Maybe..." Harry admitted.

"Lets play a game then," Hermione whispered seductively. "Aside from me, since I'm not in it, and Luna, who may have been sold already, which girl do you most want to see in the catalogue. Which girl would you definitely buy if you knew she was for sale?"

Harry scrunched his face in thought. His mind immediately went to Hermione, but she had already told him she wasn't for sale, then Cho, but their last romantic encounter hadn't exactly turned out well. "Ginny," he admitted, turning to look Hermione in the face as he answered.

Hermione controlled her expression, making sure not to react at all, even when she noticed the excited yelp coming from the closet at Harry's declaration. She'd have to punish the redhead for that, she almost gave the game away. "Ginny? Ron's little sister?" Hermione confirmed. "How naughty..." Languidly she flipped through the catalogue until she found the right page. "That Ginny?" Hermione asked.

Ginny was right on the page, exactly as Hermione had last seen her, sitting completely naked, legs spread, on the top of a cutting board in the Hogwarts' kitchen. Her body was completely unchanged, the faint dusting of freckles on her breasts, her visibly pink virginal snatch complete with the flaming red bush that Hermione had ordered the real Ginny to shave off completely. It was definitely Ginny, and Hermione could feel Harry realizing that as well.

“Hi, I'm Ginny Weasley, and I'm selling myself to make some money to send back to my family to help out with expenses. I don't actually have a favorite way I think I should be cooked, so feel free to use me in whatever dish you think I'd taste best in. I've been saving myself for Harry Potter, so I'll probably still be a virgin when you buy me. Some people say that virgin girls taste better though!” Hermione read aloud. “She's just five galleons. Do you want her?”

“Five galleons?” Harry perked up. “You asked me for five galleons a few nights ago when I asked you what we had for dinner. You said you could get more of it...”

Harry's eyes widened as he put the clues together. “Did you buy Ginny!?”

“I don't know,” Hermione teased. “Did you want me to?”

“Oh, Merlin...” Harry muttered. “Yes...”

“Really?” Hermione asked. “You want to eat the naked little redhead in this catalogue?”

“Yes...” Harry agreed.

“You want to see her cooked, to see her snuffed, naked and squirming the whole time?”

“Yes!”

“Do you want to help?” Hermione asked, “Help cook me her? Help me snuff her?” Hermione could feel Harry's cock bucking in her hand. “You heard the interview... she wants you to do it. She's even been saving herself for you...”

“Yes! Dear god, Hermione! Yes!” Harry shouted.

“Well then, it's a good thing the catalogue is real then,” Hermione replied, letting go of Harry's cock as she walked over to the small, almost unnoticeable closet set into one of the walls of the room. She opened it with a flourish, revealing the naked, squirming, blindfolded form of Ginny Weasley, hanging by her wrists from a hook inside. “May I present to you, our dinner.”