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I meant 2.5 and 15 instead of 8 and 25. I was tired when I wrote it.

PART 6

With another wave of her wand, Hermione floated the trembling body of Luna Lovegood over the fire.

“Ready to start cooking?” Hermione asked as she finished fitting the metal ends of the pole impaling her friend into the Y-frames.

Luna tried to nod, but the spit stopped her. “Mmmmnnng!” She moaned instead, affirmatively.

Luna was a sight. Completely naked, run through and bound she looked like a helpless blonde waif that Hermione had decided to cook like a witch in a fairytale. Which, wasn't that far off from the truth actually, Hermione realized. Were stories like Hansel and Gretel actually based off real events? Hermione wasn't sure, but it was another thing to look up later. Right now she had to watch Luna's final show.

Luna could barely see anything from where her head was forced into place by the spit. Hermione was an indistinct blog in the corner of her left eye, and the only thing that she could watch perfectly clearly was the wall in front of her. She was trapped, motionless, unable to do anything but squirm and roast. Luna caught movement in the edges of her vision as Hermione flicked of her wand once more.

“Uung?” Luna wondered, surprised as the spit began to turn, like a rotisserie with her inside it. There was a subtle vibration ringing through her body, carried by the spit as it ground against it's posts, rotating her so that she couldn't get burned. It wasn't enough to bring her over the edge, not yet anyway. But it was building...

Hermione pulled out a chair from beneath the kitchen table and twisted it around so that she could sit and watch her friend roast. The show was slow, but it was also exciting, watching Luna spin around the spit, her adorable little pussy stretched beyond all reason, her breasts swaying as she turned with only a single nipple between them. But what fascinated Hermione wasn't the sight of the helpless blonde squirming on the spit, it was the visible effects of the heat on her body. Luna was sweating, her body glistening as thousands of beads of moisture reflected the light of the flames below her. Her skin was starting to turn red, first an illusion from the flames, then for real as she began to cook for real.

The whole time Hermione was watching her, Luna was wriggling and shifting on the spit, pulling every scrap of pleasure she could from the hot metal pole inside her. Hermione could tell from the change in Luna's moans just when her adorable pussy began to sizzle, her damp inner passage cooking against the blazing heat of the spit. She could see Luna's eyes watering as the room began to smell like the spit-roasted Ravenclaw the younger girl had suggested in her interview. It smelled delicious.

Absentmindedly, Hermione reached down between her legs to play with herself as her friend cooked for her, admiring the way Luna's remaining nipple hardened and began to crisp beneath the emanating heat of the fire.

The minutes blended together as the two girl enjoyed their time together, Luna rotating endlessly around and around the spit as she roasted, and Hermione watching the almost hypnotically erotic display before her. Neither girl spoke a word, Luna because with the spit in place, she couldn't, and Hermione because she didn't want to spoil the moment, and there was no point taking to meat when it couldn't talk back.

Hermione knew very little about cooking, and even less about whole roasting girls, so it was lucky that the House Elves were there to help. Thanks to them, the fire Luna was roasting over was magical, charmed to let the heat reach every part of the blonde above it, so that instead of taking 12 hours, Luna could be cooked in less than two. Moreover, if it weren't for the elves, Hermione would never have had the basting brush placed in her hand to remind her to baste her friend before she dried out.

It took a second for Hermione to realize she was holding the brush, her mind occupied by other, things, but when she did notice it, it only took a second for Hermione to decide to go with it, and to get up from her chair.

Luna couldn't shiver, the pole running through her from her cunt to her mouth made sure of that; but the sight of Hermione stalking towards her basting brush in hand dripping spiced oil all over the kitchen floor certainly would have brought forth a shiver of anticipation from the blonde if she could.

Hermione stood next to the spit, basting brush in hand, and behan her work. Starting at her feat, Hermione coated everything, the soles of her feet, her little toes, even the spaces between them, which brought a muffled fairy-like giggle of a moan from Luna's spit-stuffed mouth. Every piece of Luna's feet that wasn't covered in oil was quickly coated under Hermione's diligent watch.

Next Hermione moved onto Luna's legs, covering them in spiced oil using their enchanted basting brush before making her way up to the junction between them. Luna's pussy was still adorable, even now that it had turned an almost crimson red from the heat and was stretched to an almost literal breaking point, and Hermione lavished careful attention as a result. Her meticulous coating of Luna's lower lips and fetching young clit sending the roasting girl into paroxysms of pleasure with every stroke.

Hermione covered Luna's flat stomach with spiced oil, protecting it, slightly, from the heat before turning to her back and pert behind as the spit turned her around. A few more strokes and Hermione had coated the back of Luna's shoulder and ribs, before the blonde rotated again to a more interesting area. Hermione was careful to coat the entirety of Luna's intact breast, to heighten the suspense before Hermione finally turned to the breast that she'd ruined with her teeth. 'Swish,' 'swish,' Hermione circled around Luna's tender tit starting from the base as she slowly drew nearer to the wound where Luna's nipple once sat.

Luna's eyes were bulging, knowing that even though it would hurt her there was no way that Hermione would leave the job unfinished. She braced for the pain as best she could, but thanks to the spit she couldn't move her head to see where Hermione's attentions were, only feel them drawing slowly ever closer.

The touch of Hermione's brush against her wounded nipple sent Luna into Pained spasms, her eyes rolling upwards in her head as Hermione dutifully coated the entire wound. She almost whited out, but she managed to hold on until Hermione turned her focus elsewhere and finished oiling up the blonde's shoulders and next. By the time luna had almost recovered, Hermione was tickling the bottom of her chin with er brush, waiting for Luna to close her eyes.

With a satisfied flourish, Hermione finished her work, coating the entirety of Luna's face with the protective oil. The blonde sparkled like a star in the reflective light of the fire, glowing warmly to almost light up the room. Despite what she was going through, she seemed content, no, more than that, she seemed enthusiastically happy about what Hermione was doing to her. Hermione couldn't understand it, wanting to be meat, wanting to be eaten, especially by someone like her, but... she didn't really have to understand it did she? Their feelings complimented each other, one wanting to eat, the other wanting to be eaten. Sure, in the future it might bother Hermione again, but for now, she could just accept the wondrous girl in front of her and watch her roast.

The stood like that for what seemed like an eternity, Hermione stepping back from the flames to admire the cooking form of her amazing friend, Luna savoring the sensations of being roasted, feeling her body transform from Luna into Luna's meat, until finally the blonde was done.

The fire cut out abruptly, guided by the unnoticed hand of a diligent house elf, and though Hermione wasn't expecting it, she understood the signal for what it was meant and began to float Luna onto the large kitchen counter where Hermione noticed a large silver platter coated in lettuce had been laid out just for her.