It took all night, and some pointed negotiating with both Parvati and her sister Padma, but Hermione managed to retrieve most of Luna's stuff for her, though she didn't manage to locate Luna's missing socks.

In fact, it took so long, that Hermione ended up going to sleep before she could find Luna to order her!

Hermione's sleep was restless. She woke up warm and sweaty, unable to keep the idea of the catalogue, and of cooking Luna, out of her head. Her curiosity (and arousal) consumed her, throwing off her morning routine. Immediately, Hermione packed Luna's things into her satchel, almost forgetting her own in her haste to get out the door. She even skipped class, ditching for the first time in her life in her eagerness to hunt Luna down.

"Luna!" Hermione called out. She caught up to her outside her classroom, standing next to Ginny. "Can I talk to you?" Hermione asked, "In private?" She continued, glancing at Ginny.

"Nothing's really really private, Hermione. Not with the Minister's network of polywumphs spying on us," Luna replied.

"Well then, at least... away from other people?" Hermione pleaded.

"Of course, Hermione! Why didn't you ask?" Luna replied, walking down the hall and ducking into a rarely used side passage.

Hermione walked afterwards, not noticing Ginny following them until the redhead ducked into the passageway a second after her.

"Ginny?" Hermione asked incredulously, "I asked for privacy!" She continued slightly miffed.

"You're not trying to keep secrets from your friend are you?" Ginny asked, smugly. "You know I can just ask Luna what it was later, right?"

"I doubt it," Hermione muttered to herself, but; with her heart beating like a hummingbird in anticipation, the thought of Ginny teasing her for what she was about to do seemed a lot less important than it did last night in the common room.

"So, what did you wish to talk about, Hermione?" Luna asked, seemingly oblivious to the byplay.

"I, uh..." Hermione looked between the blonde and her redheaded friend. "I just wanted to..."

Hermione blushed, her courage suddenly leaving her in the face of Ginny's growing smug smile.

"Just wanted to what, Hermione?" Luna asked, puzzled and oblivious to Hermione's growing distress.

Hermione couldn't do it, she couldn't ask her, not with Ginny watching her like that. "I- I just wanted to return the things you lost!" Hermione burst out, opening her satchel to retrieve Luna's things.

Under Ginny's knowing eyes, and blushing furiously, Hermione pulled out Luna's books, her shoes, her quills, and the pair of socks she's put in to make up for not being able to find Luna's originals.

Luna smiled. "Thank you, Hermione! But these aren't mine," Luna stated, holding the socks.

"I know, I couldn't find your old ones so I threw in a pair of mine," Hermione admitted.

"Is that all you wanted, Hermione?" Luna asked, curiously.

"Yes," Hermione replied, a nervous shiver in her voice. "Why?" She asked.

"It's just, I never told you I lost any of these, and this is everything I listed in my interview for the meat catalogue. So I was wondering, since you already gave me what I was asking for, if you didn't want to buy me?"

Ginny's eyes widened in surprise. If she were drinking, she would have spit out her drink in shock. She had thought she might be spying on Hermione admitting to have a crush, this wasn't anything she'd been expecting!

"Wait, you volunteered too?" Ginny asked her blonde friend incredulously. "And you read the catalogue!?" Ginny asked Hermione, equally amazed.

"It's a book, Ginny, of course Hermione read it. The fuzzgonzles in her hair compel her to," Luna stated without any indication that she knew or cared how ridiculous her statement sounded.

Hermione blushed, unwilling to admit to reading the extremely erotic catalogue of her classmates, but that didn't stop Luna from pressing.

"So? Did you want to eat me? Even if you didn't intend to originally, you did pay my asking price in the catalog. If you want to cook me now, that's okay." Luna half-asked, half-reassured.

Hermoine stared on like a deer in the headlights at being confronted so directly. She was completely out of her element, and while Luna's frank offer and Ginny's incredulous reaction had confirmed that the catalogue was not only real, but that it was exactly what it was purported to be, the revelation had frazzled her enough that she was in a minor state of shock. That was probably Hermione didn't notice when Ginny opened up her satchel and rummaged through it.

"Aha!" Ginny exclaimed, waving her prize, "You did read it!"

Hermione paled in fright at Ginny's revelation that she knew of Hermione's familiarity with the magazine, and her display of the evidence. The pages flapped in the air as Ginny waved the catalogue in front of her.

"It knew it! Hogwarts Girlmeat Catalogue," Ginny declared. I didn't expect you to be excited by this sort of thing Hermione, were you more interested in the girls? ... Or the meat?" The redhead inquired slyly.

Hermione didn't think it was possible to blush any harder than she already was, but somehow she was managing it.

"Ginny," Luna butted in, rescuing her from the redheaded tease. "Hermione was just telling me if she was intending to cook me or not. You'll get your answer if you just wait for her to respond." Or... maybe she wasn't rescuing her after all?

"That's true..." Ginny admitted. "Well Hermione, were you planning to cook Luna?"

Hermione winced. She didn't like being put on the spot like this, but if the alternative was giving into embarrassment and giving up her chance to see what this was all about? "Yes, I wanted to buy Luna."

"Really!?" Luna asked, both surprised and excited. "Oh wow! I had hoped someone would buy me, but I wasn't sure anyone would be able to find my things, I mean, the wrackwraiths hid them extremely well..."

"Yes, really," Hermione admitted. "When I saw the catalogue, I thought it was a hoax. But, after seeing so many of my classmates in it, I was curious..."

"So you decided to buy me just to see if it was real?" Luna asked.

Hermione nodded. "Yeah... I did. I hope you don't mind?" Hermione asked, unsure just what the proper etiquette for buying a girl really was.

"Not at all," Luna smiled, mistily. “I'm a little disappointed that you didn't decide to order me because you were so turned on by my picture that you decided you had to buy me then and there, but as long as you still plan to cook me, I don't mind. I've really been looking forward to that part, you see." Luna admitted.

Hermione winced almost imperceptibly as she realized just how aptly that described her actions. She had after all immediately decided to buy Luna after seeing her spread, though it was her price as much as her picture that had made the decision for her. "Don't worry, Luna. I may have bought you out of academic curiosity, but I have to admit... Now that I know this isn't a hoax, I'm actually looking forward to watching you cook." Hermione admitted, trying to reassure the blonde.

“I'm glad,” Luna admitted. “I've been playing with myself every night since I signed up, thinking about being cooked. It would be a shame if your muzzlegorgs prevented you from enjoying it at all.”

Hermione blinked, unsure what to say in response to that and feeling both a bit embarrassed and a bit turned on by Luna's extremely candid admission.

Luckily, Ginny chimed in to rescue Hermione by changing the subject. "You know, if you thought it was a hoax you could have just asked me if it was real," Ginny teased. "You probably missed it, but I'm in here too," the redhead stated, gesturing with the girl meat catalogue she still held in her hand.

Hermione blushed, remembering Ginny's virginal countertop spread. "Yeah... I- I noticed."

"You did?" Ginny asked surprised. "And you decided to buy Luna instead of me? Did you see that I'm just 5 galleons?"

Ginny leaned forward, emphasizing the lightly freckled expanse of her décolletage. "I'm quite a bargain," Ginny teased, “You know, if you want to change your mind.”

"Ginny!" Luna rebuked the redhead, clearly upset by Ginny's proposal. "You know I've been looking forward to this!" the wispy blonde paused to regain her composure. "Hermione has already bought me. It's one thing if you want her to buy you as well, but please, don't try to take this from me?" Luna pleaded.

Ginny flushed, her eyes cast downward as Luna admonished her. "I'm- Ah, sorry Luna. I was out of line." Ginny paused. "I guess I'm just jealous..." Ginny admitted.

"Of Luna?" Hermione asked, somewhat surprised by the revelation.

"Yeah, but of you too Hermione," Ginny explained. "The reason you couldn't find her socks was because I have them." Ginny paused. "I was keeping them, hoping I'd find enough of the rest of her things so that I could buy her..."

Hermione was shocked at the revelation, but Luna wasn't even phased.

"You should have asked," Luna stated. "I'd have let you buy me for just the socks if it was you asking," Luna admitted.

“Yeah, I should have...” Ginny stated with a bit of melancholy as she pulled a pair of Luna's socks out of her own satchel and gave it to the girl. “I know you said your interest is just educational, Hermione... But if cooking Luna changes your mind, you can always buy me next!” Ginny lifted her robes, flashing her red tufted pussy as she revealed that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. “I'm always ready for cooking.”

Ginny's sex was moist, Hermione couldn't help but notice. Practically dripping in fact. Was that from the thought of Luna being purchased, Hermione wondered to herself? Or was it from the possibility that Ginny herself might be on the menu soon?

“I should get going,” Ginny admitted. “I'm already late for class as it is, and as much as I want to see Luna cook, Professor Sinistra is very strict about attendance.”

With that Ginny turned and reluctantly stalked off towards her next class.

“Thank you for finding my socks!” Luna called out to the retreating redhead. “If you want me to, I'll make sure Hermione saves you one of my legs!”

“You'd better!” Ginny smiled as she turned around to face them once more. “I'm looking forward to tasting you!”

Hermione watched as Ginny turned around and rushed off to class. “What was that about?” Hermione wondered aloud.

“Well, she did pay part of my price,” Luna stated. “It seems fair to give her part of me, unless you don't want to share?” Luna asked curiously.

"No!" Hermione protested. "That's fine," she continued. "It's just, why would she want your leg?" Hermione asked confused.

"To eat of course," Luna blinked, clearly confused herself. "Once you finish cooking your food, you usually eat it. That is why you bought me, isn't it? For lunch?"

Hermione blushed, realizing that she hadn't actually thought this through beyond the idea of buying and cooking her. "I, uh... I hadn't actually thought that through." Hermione admitted, a bit embarrassed by her lack of forethought.

"Really?" Luna asked, a bit excited. "You wanted to buy me just to see me cook for you?"

"Yes," Hermione admitted bashfully.

"You just wanted to kill me?" Luna asked, her voice a strange mix of hope, disappointment, and arousal that Hermione couldn't quite pry apart.

"I'm sorry Luna?" She asked, uncertain how to respond.

"Don't be," Luna replied. "I'm yours now. You don't have to eat me if you don't want to. I just think it's sort of odd," Luna explained. "If you're doing this for the educational experience, you really should experience eating me too, shouldn't you?" Luna asked, innocently. "I was sort of looking forward to it, after all, and it feels like a waste to just throw me out after taking all that trouble to buy and cook me in the first place."

Hermione was still unsure. Killing Luna was one thing, and Hermione couldn't really deny the pleasant tingle she felt every time she thought about it, but cannibalism? "I tell you what," Hermione offered, "we'll see about eating you once you're cooked."

"Oh thank you!" Luna enthused. "I know I'll be absolutely delicious once you cook me. I've been practicing."

"Being delicious?" Hermione asked, surprised.

"Yes," Luna agreed.

Hermione waited a few seconds for Luna to elaborate. She didn't.

"How?" Hermione asked, curious and slightly exasperated.

"I thought I already told you?" Luna asked, puzzled. "I played with myself every night since I signed up to be a meatgirl; using different ingredients and thinking about being cooked and eaten to trick the oishioderes into believing I'm food so that they'd make me taste better. There's even a picture of me doing it in the catalogue," Luna paused. "I wanted anyone buying me to know just what I was doing to prepare..."

Hermione's brow furrowed as she realized that Luna had indeed told her how she was practicing. She blushed slightly as she remembered the photo of Luna doing exactly that; imagining the lithe blond fucking herself with various ingredients every night until Hermione finally bought her. The image was certainly appealing.

"Oh! Right!" Hermione admitted, blushing. "I remember that now."

"Do you want to see what you bought?" Luna asked, curiously, putting her school satchel down on the ground.

"What?" Hermione asked, blindsided by the sudden change of subject.

"Me," Luna clarified. "You bought my body. Do you want to see it?"

Hermione paused, despite her discussion with Luna and Ginny earlier, it hadn't actually sunk in that she'd really bought another girl; that she'd really bought Luna. Hermione thought back to the photospread, remembering the effortlessly erotic way Luna looked on her bed. "Yes," Hermione answered, eagerly. She wanted to see that again, to see Luna naked, in person this time.

"I'm glad. There's something incredibly sexy about being meat," Luna admitted, slipping her skirt off to reveal that she was wearing thigh high stockings below, not pantyhose as Hermione had expected. Hermione's eyes were drawn to Luna's knickers; aside from concealing Luna's privates, they were tight and entirely unlike what Hermione expected. The decorated cloth featured spiral galaxies whirling hypnotically across a deep purple pattern.

"Like them?" Luna asked. "You can keep them after you eat me, if you want to. They'll fit you." Luna added, staring at Hermione's skirt-covered hips.

Hermione blushed. The garment was clearly and thoroughly soaked with Luna's juices, and there was something about the idea of wearing Luna's knickers after eating her that felt almost uncomfortably lewd. Still, Hermione couldn't bring herself to object.

Luna casually unbuttoned her robe, dropping it on ground atop her discarded schoolbag; followed shortly thereafter by her grey cardigan, leaving the willowy blonde standing in the hallway with just her button down white shirt covering the barest hint of her fascinating knickers.

Luna undid her Ravenclaw tie as Hermione watched, folding it carefully before dropping it onto the pile including her pooled robe and sweater. The frizzy-haired bookworm was fascinated by Luna's odd stripshow, there was a dreamy, almost casual quality to it as Luna unbuttoned her shirt, revealing the girl's modest B-cup breasts to her new owner, unbound by any sort of bra.

Hermione couldn't help but notice her perky pink nipples, the nubs as thick around as the tip of her own pinkie fingers, though not quite as long. Luna smiled as she watched Hermione lick her lips at the sight of her breasts, wondering just what the Gryffindor girl had in mind for them. The thought didn't slow her as she shrugged off her shirt, letting it drift over her slender arms and land atop the pile of discarded vestments.

Hermione blinked, aside from Luna's shoes and stockings, the only things her friend was wearing were those hypnotic undergarments and the pair of radishes dangling from her ears.

Smiling at the slightly older girl's obvious interest in her body, Luna hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and pulled them down over her curvy hips until she could let them fall down her legs by themselves.

Luna's pussy was petite. It blended in with her body. The outer lips were little more than small swells, the inner lips protruding ever so slightly between them like a soft pink ribbon. It was also completely bare. It almost made Luna look like a doll, Hermione thought to herself as Luna turned about, showing off her body.

The blonde bent over, at once exposing her voluptuous ass and the fascinating swell of Luna's pussy as the girl looked back at Hermione through her own legs with her brilliant blue eyes.

“I see you've managed to fend off your muzzlegorgs,” Luna teased, watching as Hermione rubbed her knees together, her pupils dilated in arousal. “Are you ready to cook me now? Or do you want to stare at me a bit longer?” Luna asked in a voice that was more curious than chiding.

“I want to cook you,” Hermione half-answered, half-admitted.

“Then we should head to the kitchen,” Luna replied, walking out of the side passage wearing just her stockings and the pair of radishes.

“Wait!” Hermione called out. “You're not dressed!” She warned, wondering if Luna just forgot she was naked.

“Of course I'm not,” Luna agreed. “Only students have to wear clothes,” She continued, “and thanks to you, I'm meat.”

Hermione blinked, while embarrassing, that certainly made sense, but... “What about your stockings?” Hermione asked, latching onto the detail in her hopes of... Hermione wasn't sure; delaying Luna? Stopping her, maybe?

“You like them,” Luna answered. "That's why I'm wearing them. I know you liked my knickers too, but I wanted to whet your appetite,” Luna replied to what she imagined would be Hermione's retort. “That way you'll be more open to eating me when we get to the kitchen,” Luna finished as she walked off.

“Don't worry about my things,” Luna chided as she caught Hermione staring uncertainly at the pile on the floor. “They'll be in your trunk when you finish up with me.”

Hermione stared at Luna's swaying ass as the blonde sauntered away through the halls of Hogwarts toward her final fate at Hermione's hands. Hermione wasn't sure if she'd ever seen such an erotic sight before in her life. Then, realizing the blonde was getting away, Hermione hurried after her.

“Wait,” Hermione asked, her mind just processing Luna's earlier reassurance. “I get to keep your things?” She asked. “Then, why ask for that stuff back in the first place?”

“To make sure someone bought me,” Luna answered matter-of-factly. “I didn't want to cost too much, or I might not be cooked,” Luna explained, “But if I was too cheap, someone might just buy me for my price, instead of to buy me,” Luna explained. “This way, I'm being cooked because you wanted to cook me instead of just because I was basically free.”

Luna paused. “Also, the girls I wanted to cook me already stole my things in the first place, so that made it easier. I wonder why they didn't get the hint?”

Hermione's heart was beating a kilometer per second as her eyes darted around, expecting to run into a student, or worse a teacher, who might see them and stop them, but since class had already started the halls were almost comfortingly empty.

“Wait, you wanted to be cooked by your bullies?” Hermione asked, incredulous.

“Of course,” Luna replied. “I'm sure they would have treated me like meat,” Luna explained, “and I much prefer being cooked by a pretty girl like you to being cooked by a boy.”

Hermione blinked, uncertain how to process this new revelation. Was Luna gay? Did that mean she was gay too? Hermione shook her head, banishing the thought. It wasn't important right now, she could think about in more later when she wasn't so... distracted, Hermione thought to herself, her eyes searching for the slight flashes of Luna's pussy which were occasionally visible as the blonde walked in front of her.

Finally, the two girls, one clothed and one, less so, reached the kitchen. Luna expertly reached up and tickled the pear, causing the still-life guarding the room to swing open, granting them admittance.