This is the only other one i have, and its complete


This is Gemshine’s
Hermione’s Secret
Or ovenstuffer
Disclaimer:
This is a three-part story is based on Harry Potter. I am a great fan of the series and this is a way to pay a sort of tribute to it. This is meant as parody. Please consider when reading this that, by the books by the great JK Rowling, all characters meat girls here are 18 years old. Some characters in this story might be 16 or 17 - but they will not get naked or anything. Also, this is based on the books, not on the movies (those are lame)! Comments are welcome, but if you are going to flame me because I write about Harry Potter, then get lost. The only flaming I accept is in an oven. Also please accept that English is not my first language.


Part 1: Secret Tradition


Hermione Granger ran up too her friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, Ron was her boyfriend; she had excitement all about her. Ron was a sweet boyfriend; he saved her from a troll when she was twelve. She loved him with all her heart, but sexually he was not a boy that could make her blood boil. In her frustration She had once joined her dorm mates Lavender and Parvati in one of their lesbian romps, it was wonderful and great fun but no, it was not her thing.
“I passed everything!” she screamed happily. “I got the highest scores on all of my tests!”
For Harry, Ron and Hermione the main focus of their energy since defeating the evil wizard Voldemort had been directed toward passing their final exams and Hermione, as usual, had the best grades of all seventh-years. She loved to read and loved to study. She was also the eldest in her year; being born in September she was the oldest seventh-year student. Most seventh-years were 18 but Harry, born in July, wouldn’t be eighteen until summer.
“Great!” Ron said and gave her a quick peck as he ran his hand through her hair. “So now you know your grades officially. Have you thought about a job? Or are you going to get serious with spew?”
“You know its S.P.E.W.!” Hermione quipped back.
Hermione cared deeply for the one-foot tall creatures that served wizard kind by doing their cooking, cleaning, washing and other menial chores. They were a self-enslaved magical species and Hermione wanted to set them free. And too that end she had created S.P.E.W. Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare. It was a sticky spot in their relationship, as Ron loved mocking her efforts with S.P.E.W.
Hermione broke into a huge beaming smile and said, “actually the truth is I have other plans” as she turned away “if you will excuse me, I need to talk to Sir Nicolas.”
“Nearly Headless Nick?” Harry exclaimed. “What do you want from him? He’s a ghost!”
“He needs to teach me something!” Hermione answered.
“But you just graduated!” Harry said back.
Ron sighed and said: “Typically Hermione, she always wants to learn.”

There was a great graduation party for only the seventh-years that evening. The seventh-year students of the four Houses all sat at their house tables in the Great Hall. Hermione anxious and excited sat beaming with a happy smile. She sat in between Ron and Harry and amongst the other seventh year Gryffindors, Lavender, Parvati, Seamus, Neville and Dean.
“Did Nick tell you what you wanted to know?” Harry asked.
“Yes, everything I need to know, I now know. I am staying at Hogwarts,” Hermione answered.
“I don’t get it,” Ron said.
“You will” Hermione said to Ron adding a wink too her beaming smile
From the teacher’s table, Headmaster Dumbledore stood up and started a long and boring speech. Meanwhile, Ron’s younger sister, Ginny entered the Great Hall.
“Get out Ginny!” Ron said. “You’re sixth-year, you’re not allowed here.”
“I am allowed,” Ginny said, and showed her brother a permission slip from McGonagall, head of Gryffindor House. “After what Hermione told me, I don’t want to miss a thing. I struck a deal with McGonagall by volunteering for next year.”
“Volunteering? For what?”
Dumbledore looked at the students and said: “As secret Hogwarts tradition requires each house’s seventh-year students will be treated to a grand graduation feast.”
“That’s my kind of talking,” Ron said with a cheer.
“The feast,” Dumbledore said. “Will be one of your fellow female class mates from each house, according to tradition.”
“What is he saying?” Harry said. “Cannibalism?”
“Sounds like it,” Ron said. “He must be joking.”
“He’s not,” Ginny replied.
“We already have three volunteers,” Dumbledore continued. “For Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. We still need some one for Hufflepuff. Since no volunteers have stepped up for Hufflepuff, the Headmaster will decide.”
The Headmaster Dumbledore had all the Hufflepuff girls line up spread there feet and put their hands behind their necks with their fingers interlaced. Dumbledore took his time checking the girl’s thighs for firmness and breasts for fullness and roundness: he checked arms, backs lingering on some butts carefully gauging the quality and quantity of the girlmeat. It really looked like he enjoyed selecting at least one meatgirl for the seventh-year feast.
Ron stood looking at Hermione.
“There are volunteers?” he exclaimed skeptically. “To get eaten. Who would be that stupid? And what are you grinning at, Hermione?”
“Just grinning,” she said. “I know who the volunteers are. Cho Chang for Ravenclaw.”
“Really,” Harry sighed, he had a short relationship with Cho during his fifth year at school.
“Yes,” Hermione said. “She complained that the school had served too little Chinese food and she made an issue out of it by signing up to be eaten. Pansy Parkinson will roast for Slytherin. And I am not sure how much she really volunteered. Everyone knows that she has a secret SM relationship with Draco Malfoy and is his pain toy and I suspect he ordered his slave girl to sign up for this.”
“And who volunteered for Gryffindor?” Ron asked.
“Me, I did” Hermione said the smile never wavering on her face.
“No way!!” Ron yelled. “You’re kidding, you are kidding aren’t you!!
“No I am not kidding, I have three reasons to want to be your feast,” Hermione said. “First off all, I want to stay at Hogwarts and read every book in the library. And you know that it will take a hundred years to read every last one: and Nick thought me how to become a ghost and as a ghost I read all of them and then I can get into teaching, like our ghost teacher Binns.”
“He’s boring.”
“The second reason,” Hermione said. “Is that I want to relieve the work load on the House-Elves. By being dinner I can do some of work involved in my own cooking. The House-Elves will have plenty of other work to do cooking us all. And finally, Ron… I do it because I want you to eat my heart.”
“No!” Ron yelled in shock. “I can’t eat you!”
“Yes you can, and you will” Hermione said looking him straight in the eyes. Her eyes bright with anticipation “It’s part of the secret tradition. The boyfriend of the cooked girl gets to eat her heart and any other part of her he would like too eat.”
“I need to think about it,” Ron said hesitant to agree.
“Wait a minute,” exclaimed Harry looking quickly at Ginny. “Ginny, you said you could get in here by volunteering for next year?”
“Indeed I did,” Ginny said as a smile crept across her face. “That way I don’t have to worry about getting good grades, and well…” she blushed as scarlet as her hair. “Hermione told me she would be eaten tonight and I must admit… I always had a secret crush on her. So I want to eat a part of her too.”
“My sister had a crush on my girl friend?” Ron said in shock. “I thought you liked Harry.”
“Well,” Ginny said in a very scarlet blush. “Harry is a close friend of Hermione and I pretended to like Harry so I could be close to her.”
Hermione hugged Ginny.
“That’s really sweet of you,” Hermione said.

House-Elves began entering the Great Hall. Heading for the kitchen Hermione, Cho and Pansy followed, each girl waving and smiling at their house tables. Susan Bones from Hufflepuff was the lucky “selecty” for her house and she screamed and carried on loudly as the House-Elves tied her up and dragged her along. As the doors closed Hermione heard Dumbledore starting a speech why it was not wrong to eat your classmates.



Part 2: The Kitchen

Hermione entered the school kitchen where many of the House-Elves stood ready to begin preparing Her and the other meatgirls for the giant oven that was being pre-heated.
She is led too Dobby, a House-Elf she knows personally very well: he was one to the House-Elves how wanted freedom too be paid for his work.
Looking Hermione up and down appraising her bodies cooking potential Dobby said, “Dobby has requested that Dumbledore let Dobby be the lead chef of the team that cooks you,” smiling “If Miss Granger does not mind.”
“I would like that,” Hermione smiled at the one-foot tall magical creature. “If I can help in anyway, please say so. I want to help Dobby”
“Okay,” Dobby said. “Miss Granger, remove your uniform. School uniforms taste bad.”
Hermione quickly began taking off took her shoes and socks, looking around herself for some place to put her now unnecessary uniform. Hermione puts her shoes and socks neatly under the counter on a shelf that she is standing next to. Hermione then unfastens her robe and lets it drop to the ground. Dobby’s pointy ears tipped upwards as she slowly removed her blouse then unfastened and dropped her skirt. Still in her white bra and cotton panties Hermione squats down very un-lady like with her knees wide apart and folds her things and puts them on the shelf with her shoes and socks. Standing back up she is quite the sight standing there in just her bra and panties, smooth bare legs and flat deliciously soft stomach.
“Underwear tastes bad also,” Dobby, said, barley audible over the screams of Susan who was in the process of being forcefully undressed and prepared for dinner by several House-Elves.
Hermione undid her bra letting your young breasts stand free, not too large, but nice firm and juicy. Hooking her thumbs in her panties she slides them down over her firm round butt thinking, “who will eat my butt steaks and will I be a good roaster and please let me taste really good”
With a final tug pulling her panties down out of her crotch and revealing her sweet, cute and neatly trimmed pubic bush. Standing there totally nude she turns to Dobby and blushes asking Dobby to be sure and give her underwear to Ron. Suddenly realizing she wished she had left him something more in them for Ron to remember her by: at least she could have had one good orgasm in them she lamented.
Looking at the patch of pubic hair on Hermione’s cunt steak Dobby declares, “Oh, Dobby can’t have that. Dobby does not want to hear complaints from the diners that they found hair in their meat,” Dobby said.
“Sorry, this is my first roasting I did not think to shave,” Hermione blushed sincerely not wanting to cause any extra work for Dobby.
“Don’t be sorry!” Dobby exclaimed happily his pointy ears rising quickly. Pointing at a large serving platter on the table, he said lie down on your back on that platter and spread your legs, Dobby will fix you!”
Hermione blushed again and climbed on too the table and lay on her back on the giant silver platter as she had been instructed too do. Spreading her legs gently - but otherwise laying stretched out. Dobby climbed on her belly, facing her feet.
“Has Dobby ever told Miss Granger that House-Elves eat hair? House-Elves often eat cat or dog hair, but Dobby loves girl hair and he loves Girlmeat hair the best.”
The magical creature bends over and sets his mouth onto Hermione’s pubic mound. Her hips betray her as she moves under his erotic touch. As soon as his mouth touched Hermione he began grazing on her pubic hair like a lamb eating grass. Hermione felt the firm, gentle touch of his teeth and sometimes a little pull as her pubic hair was eaten down too it's roots. Only a couple of moments later she was entirely bald, from her chin down.
Following Dobby directions five House-Elves began giving Hermione a vigorous massage. Every little part of her was massaged, it was a hard and deep massage and not all that comfortable but Hermione knew it was to tenderize her meat and she liked the idea of being tender and juicy. Dobby stood between her thighs paying particular attention to her thighs and the tender cunt steak between them.
Too distract her from the very hard although sometimes sensual tenderizing she was receiving Hermione looked at the other tables. Each girl was being cooked in a differently theme.
Cho Chang was being prepared as a succulent Chinese meal. House-Elves were making her the centerpiece of a giant Egg Foo-Young platter. Pansy was being covered in cheese, Hermione knew that Draco loved cheese and she was sure that this it was his doing. With slices of tomato lavishly spread on her she started to look like a fabulous human pizza. Poor Susan still fighting, was bound very tightly for her roasting, the House-Elves were making a typical British meal of her, not so gently shoving potatoes in her pussy and carrots up her ass and pouring fat gravy over her.
“Dobby was thinking of a Hawaiian theme for Miss Granger,” Dobby said. “Unless Miss Granger would enjoy some other theme.”
“Hawaiian seems fine,” Hermione answered.
Dobby then opened a jar of tropical peach sauce. Picking up a spoon he started covering Hermione with the sauce.
“Give me a spoon please,” Hermione said. “ Dobby, you House Elves don’t have to do everything.”
Dobby handed her a spoon and she started dripping sauce over her self, trying to be helpful. She had been scooping up spoon scoop’s full of sauce and been pouring them on herself for nearly ten minutes. Knowing that she was going to be dead shortly she toyed with the spoon dripping the peach sauce on her pussy lips paying particular attention to her much-neglected clit. When much to here surprise Dobby said: “Miss Granger, not all the sauce needs to be on your pussy lips.”
Hermione blushed and started dripping sauce in her navel instead. It did not take long before every inch of her body was covered. She was now one large sweet and sticky girlmeat roast that the fruit decoration would stick to nicely.
Dobby opened a jar of exotic fruit and handed Hermione a few pineapple rings. She placed a pineapple ring on each breast so that her nipples stood up in the hole in the pineapple ring and a ring on each of her eyes and one around her navel. Dobby put small slices of peach between each of her toes. He then moved her arms so he could stuff her armpits with papaya and then laid her arms down long her side. Her body was so beautiful laying there just moments away from being roasted. Once Dobby had finished applying different fruits to the many different places on Hermione’s body he sprinkled shredded coconut over every part of her that did not have a piece of fruit on it. Now Hermione looked more like an exotic cake than a girlmeat roast.
Dobby then stood between her thighs: being only 1 foot tall he made an interesting sight standing there between Hermione’s legs visible only from the waist up. He then selected one of several very large bananas he had chosen for their particular physical traits. Two bananas were more round then long; more like a squash then a banana. The others were rather long and thick; Hermione wondered where he could have gotten such fruits. Speaking an incantation Dobby did magic on the bananas, “This makes them hard,” he explained. “So they don’t squish inside you. They will be hard as steel until you are fully cooked.”
Smiling at Hermione he spoke another incantation, which gave Hermione a weird feeling in her stomach: she suddenly felt very empty; her stomach suddenly became very, very flat. Dobby smiled and explained that he had magically emptied the contestants of her gut and bladder.
Casually turning his attention to Hermione's anal opening, Dobby selects the longest and largest of the very hard bananas and gently pushes it deep into Hermione’s now empty anal cavity much of his arm and shoulder diapering inside of Hermione. Pulling himself out of her anus he follows with another and then another magically hardened banana filling her like she has never been filled before, causing Hermione too squirm and moan as she wonder’s what she may have been missing out on sexually. She was very excited by his play in her ass.
Now that her anal cavity is filled with magically hard bananas Dobby picks up one of the Squash shaped bananas, and carefully works the fat end of it into her leaving the thin end protruding from her anus but very effectively sealing her. Now finished with her ass he begins filling her pussy with pineapple chunks, peach slices and slices of banana, papaya, mango and others using his little fist as a ram he packs more and more fruit into Hermione. As she is enjoying the feeling she looks down at her stomach starting to bulge from all the tropical fruit that is being stuffed into her. Next Dobby decides that coconut milk will be the finishing touch he will use in filling her uterus and womb. But first he must seal her pussy. Picking up piece of tube Dobby slides about 10 inches of it into to her pussy while holding another 15 inches outside of her, he then takes the other squash shaped banana he carefully works its large end beside the tube into what is clearly a very underused pussy: finally getting it into her with lots of wonderful gyrations of her hips Dobby has her sealed, now he can fill her uterus through the tube with coconut milk; just like he is going to do too her bladder, Once he is finished he simply pulls the tube out and the squash-banana plug will hold all her fruit stuffing inside her.
Pausing Dobby looks at the wonderful sight of Hermione before him, on her back legs apart and a piece of fruit sticking out of each of her holes one with a plastic tube coming out also. Dobby really enjoys his work. With a funnel and some patience Dobby adds the coconut milk to her womb, he really enjoys watching as her stomach rises as he forces the fluid into her. Once he is satisfied that she is full he quickly yanks the tube out of Hermione’s pussy with a popping sound, Hermione gasps and clamps her cunt muscles tight in reflex as she feels the sharp and sudden withdrawal of the tube from her pussy and her pussy and anus are now sealed. What remains of her internal preparations is to fill her bladder with coconut milk.
Picking up a basting syringe Dobby sucks it full of coconut milk from the jar he used to fill her womb and works the end of the syringe into her urethra. Slowly pushing the plunger into the syringe he begins to fill her bladder. He removes the syringe and Hermione pees all the coconut milk out onto the table. It takes several tries and some help from Hermione but they finally get her bladder full up and not leaking.
Dobby likes Hermione and has something special for her.
Next he said a few more magic words and then kissed Hermione’s clit.
“That is a little gift from Dobby for Miss Granger after she becomes a ghost. Do not let anyone eat your little nub, alright?”
“What did you do?” Hermione asked with a smile. For some reason, she felt a lot more sensitive.
“Miss Granger shall see,” Dobby said. “It has a clumsy side effect that Miss Granger is a bit more sensitive now.”
Hermione smiled broadly.

The House-Elves started loading the girls in the oven. First was Cho, then Hermione, then Susan and finally Pansy. Each of them lay stretched out; legs slightly apart, except Susan who was tied together like a roulade as she had resisted so much. She was also the only one whose mouth had been stuffed with an apple, but still she cried the loudest of all. They all lay next to each other, feet facing the door, except Susan, whose head faced the oven door, so she couldn’t try to kick the door open.
It surely was nice and warm in the oven. But quickly it got a whole lot hotter. Susan fell quiet quickly as she was out of breath. Hermione turned her head slightly and watched as Susan quickly died and began to roast.
Hermione noticed the smell the sauce on her own body. It was nice and sweet and it filled the oven. Meanwhile Pansy started to complain that the cheese was melting all over her and that the hot molten cheese was burning painfully at sensitive parts, something that Draco knew would happen Hermione was sure. Cho kept repeating Chinese mantras.
Hermione decided to live her own life these last few moments. She would ignore Cho and Pansy. She saw Susan’s feet getting golden brown already right in front of her face and she expected that House-Elf magic had something to do with this quick cooking of the Susan. Hermione carefully moved her arm, so that the fruit stuck on her body would stay in place. Ever so carefully she pulled off a bit of meat from Susan’s toes and put it in her own mouth. Susan certainly tasted very good. Hermione hoped she would taste equally well and that Ron and the others would enjoy eating her.
She remembered what Dobby told her. She would be a bit more sensitive because of his gift. She wondered what the gift could be, but she tried to take advantage of the sensitivity. She slipped a finger between her pussy lips and started to rub herself.
“What are you doing?” Pansy complained. “I am here in great pain and you are playing with yourself?”
Hermione ignored Pansy and rubbed on. She brought herself to a very quick and quite pleasant orgasm and was sure that her juices would enhance the taste of the fruit inside her. She tried again, she was well and truly sensitive enough, but Dobby had said it was a gift for when she was a ghost.
Due too the sauce getting stiffer she found it harder and harder to move her finger. Rubbing was difficult and it proved less of a distraction from the torturous heat. With her finger between her lips she could no longer move. She fought the pain and knew she would be a ghost in a matter of seconds. She was right.


Part 3: Graduation Dinner

Hermione stood in the kitchen. The House-Elves glared at her, but Dobby cheered. She realized that she was a ghost. Being, transparent and feeling a chill, but still quite herself She breathed in the delicious smells from the oven and looked through the glass door. She saw herself getting nicely golden brown and she wondered how she would taste. Unfortunately, ghosts could not eat, or else she would have loved to bite off her own toes. On the other hand, Nearly Headless Nick had told her that a ghost would always taste that what he or she had eaten last. In her case it was a little piece of meat she had stolen from Susan’s feet. It had tasted soft, gentle and slightly erotic. She would always have that taste in her mouth now. She smiled.
As quickly as she could glide, she glided to the Great Hall. There sat Harry, Ron, Ginny and the others.
“Hermione!” Ginny yelled. “You’re a ghost!”
“Yes, I am!” Hermione yelled happily. “You guys are in for such a treat. I look delicious. They prepared me in an exotic fruit style. Very tasty.”
“I can’t wait, I’m starving,” Ron said.
“We have already decided who gets to eat what part,” Ginny said. “It was very difficult, for some reason Lavender and Parvati both wanted to eat your cunt steak, as did Ron and I.”
“Oh yes,” Hermione said. “Lavender and Parvati are lesbians. They mess around in seventh-year girls dormitory every night.”
Lavender and Parvati blushed and glared through the ghostly Hermione.
“Really?” Ginny said with a smile and looked in an appraising way at Lavender and winked at her. “In the end we decided that Ron gets it, together with your heart. He’s your boyfriend after all.”
Hermione nodded and looked with a loving smile at Ron.
“Harry and Neville are taking a thigh and share your belly,” Ginny said. “And I get a breast, as does Lavender - but I also get your tongue. Parvati and Dean share your butt and Seamus takes your shins. The teachers claim their parts too. Dumbledore insisted on eating the brains of Hogwarts’s smartest student in one hundred years, that is you or that was you, and Snape insisted on eating your feet.”
Hermione glared at Snape. She hated the thought that her least favorite teacher would be setting his teeth in her cute little toes.
“And,” Ginny continued. “We are sending your arms to your parents, so that they have a part of you too. Your eyes are given to Crookshanks, your cat.”
Hermione smiled that Crookshanks was not forgotten. Magically, the House-Elves sent the food to the tables. Suddenly, a naked, roasted Hermione lay on the middle of the table, surrounded by her classmates. They all gasped.
“Wicked,” Ron said.
Hermione gasped too. She had hoped that Dobby would remove her finger from between her pussy lips, but as she had not asked him, he had not. Ginny looked at the finger and smiled.
“What were you doing in that oven, Hermione?” she asked. Lavender and Parvati giggled. Hermione was glad she had no blood in her spectral body or else she would have blushed bright red.
“I get that finger too!” Ginny yelled.
Ron stood up and took a large knife. He respectfully replaced Hermione’s cooked arm. As the finger left the cooked clit, the ghostly form of Hermione felt an odd sensation between her ghostly legs.
“Hermione,” Ron said to the ghost. “I am sure that I speak on behalf of us all, thank you for your sacrifice.”
“You’re welcome,” ghostly Hermione replied with a smile. “Now chop me up!”
Ron first cut of the finger Ginny requested and gave it to her. Then slowly cut off a crispy, sweet smelling breast and then the other one. Then came the feet and the shins and thighs. Quickly the meatgirl Hermione was cut up into the portions that everyone had requested.
Hermione the ghost stood by the others and enjoyed watching them eating. She only turned away on the horrible sight of how Snape wasted her feet by smothering her feet in obscene amounts of ketchup and barbarically chewed the meat off the bones.
“Don’t play with your food,” Hermione smiled to Ginny as she saw that Ginny was licking and sucking on her cooked tongue instead of chewing it.
Hermione looked as Harry and Neville chewed on the meat that was her thighs and as Ron finished with her heart.
Ron looked at her perfectly cooked genitals and gently parted her lips. With his fork he softly touched her clit.
“Oh great,” Hermione said as she felt his touch. “Now you discover it. When you were my boyfriend you didn’t notice that part, did you?”
Everyone laughed.
“You can’t eat it,” Hermione said. “Dobby said you couldn’t.”
“Why not?” Ron asked and licked it. “I bet it tastes yummy.”
As he licked, Hermione felt her ghostly genitals being stimulated.
“Dobby put a spell on it,” she said. “I can feel it.”
Ron carefully cut out around her clit. And that hurt like hell, but she could live with it - as a ghost. He then put a spell on it.
“That shall prevent it from decaying ever,” he smiled. “I have an idea.”
He set her clit aside and turned his attention to Hermione’s nether lips. He attacked her tender roasted labia, savoring each bite chewing slowly and from the sound’s he was making he did enjoy eating his loves sex.
Ginny grabbed the set aside clit and began to play with it causing Hermione to beg her to stop, too no avail.
That evening, Ron, Harry, Hermione and Ginny found a picture of Hermione in the school yearbook. Based on that, they could magically make a life size nude wax statue of her, which they placed in the Gryffindor Common Room. They clothed it in her old school uniform. Hermione shivered when she saw it at first, it reminded her of her basilisk accident in her second year. Ron magically attached the sensitive remaining piece of Hermione’s body to the rightful place in the wax statue. Then he tickled it. Hermione’s ghost enjoyed every bit of it and learned that ghosts can have orgasms too.

Years passed and Hermione stayed at Hogwarts as a ghost - as a ghost, she no longer aged. She eternally had the taste of Susan’s toes in her mouth and she managed to read all books in the library. In Ginny’s last year, Hermione did receive a lot of ghostly pleasure as Ginny played with the little statue, a lot. Even after Ginny herself was cooked (which Hermione really enjoyed watching) and many decades passed; that wax statue remained with all its magical properties on the effect of ghostly Hermione. And every Gryffindor at Hogwarts knew that if you needed help with your homework from the smartest ghost at Hogwarts, all you needed to do was to tickle the wax statue between the legs, a lot.