Part 7 and Epilogue

Luna arrived on the platter on her back, her arms tied behind her, and her legs tied to the same massive metal pole that Hermione had shoved through her body. With a lazy wave of her wand, Hermione cast a sticking charm to keep Luna in place, then another wave to coat her own hands in a handy cooking spell she'd found to keep them safe from heat. Her friend was cooked, and it was time to serve her.

Grabbing the base of the spit with both hands, Hermione began to pull. She watched as with every new motion the metal pole impaling her lunch retracted, slowly. She could see it disappearing into Luna's mouth and down her throat. She watched as Luna's throat contracted, the blonde swallowing heavily as the spit receded into her chest, her muscle control retained solely due to the hex that Hermione had cast upon her earlier.

“That was... amazing,” Luna croaked, her throat stiff and unused to speaking after being filled so completely. “I'm really cooked, aren't I?” the blonde asked.

Hermione stared. After almost two hours without speaking up, she hadn't exactly been expecting to hear her friend's voice again. She realized the cause immediately, but still didn't lessen the surprise. Instead of answering, Hermione bought herself a few moments by looking her friend over.

Luna was a light golden brown. Her skin glistened in the flickering light of the kitchen and steam was rising in thick wisps of steam from her body. She was still the lithe and beautiful girl that had entered the kitchen with Hermione, but now it was immediately obvious to anyone looking that she had been cooked. She'd changed from a beautiful girl into a beautiful collection of girl meat.

With the spit no longer protruding from her mouth it almost looked like Luna was some sort of carnival treat, 'Girlmeat on a stick' maybe, but that didn't make her any less alluring to Hermione. Luna was smiling, her eyes shining brightly with happiness as she looked at the girl who had bought her. When Luna realized her copy of the catalogue had been stolen she'd despaired of ever being eaten, but now here she was, bought and toyed with, cooked and ready to eat. Hermione had given her that, now Luna thought it as only fair if she gave Hermione the most delicious, and erotic, meal she'd ever tasted.

“You really are cooked,” Hermione agreed, staring at the way Luna's adorable... what had she said it was called? Her girl-steak? Her filet? Both words certainly seemed to fit now that it was cooked, she mused, staring at the way Luna's adorable filet seemed to devour the spit impaling her. “Did you like it, being cooked?”

“I loved it, Hermione. Thank you!” Luna replied, her breathing steady despite her now useless lungs.

“And you're sure you want to live through me eating you?” Hermione asked, still a bit uncertain about her lunch's motivations.

“Definitely,” Luna agreed, nodding.

Hermione shook her head. “If that's what you want, then that's how we'll do it, Luna. I still don't understand why you'd want this though.” Hermione admitted, confused, but happy at Luna's declaration.

“Maybe you just need a larger sample size?” Luna mused. “You did mention you were doing this for education, if you didn't learn anything, you should try again until you do,” Luna encouraged. “I'm sure Ginny wouldn't mind helping you study...” Luna trailed off.

Hermione's eyes widened, stunned at Luna's forthrightness. Though, she probably should have expected it. Cook Ginny? It was... Not a thought for right now. Not here with Luna anyway. She could return to it later, although she probably wouldn't. After all, once she finished with Luna, Ginny would be her only remaining female friend. It would take a lot to tempt Hermione into eating her. Besides, Luna was wrong about her not learning anything, Hermione had learned quite a lot in her adventures so far. She'd learned just how sexy it was to snuff other girls, for one thing.

“Let me... finish my lunch before I start thinking about the next meal, Luna.” Hermione eventually replied.

“Of course, Hermione!” Luna replied. “I don't want to distract you,” she apologized.

With her attention refocused, Hermione began pulling the gigantic spit from her friend's body once more. The pole slid out easily, heavily greased by the juices created from cooking the blonde witch. Hand over hand Hermione tugged until finally, with a loud 'Pop,' the spit slid free from Luna's gaping sex.

A cloud of hot steam billowed after it, issuing forth from Luna's cunt as if her gaping slit was the mouth of a tea kettle set on to boil. An irresistible scent filled the air as Hermione tugged the pole free of the ropes holding Luna's legs together, leaving the roasted girl completely naked on the platter before her.

“Does that mean I'm ready to eat?” Luna asked, staring at the flavorful cloud escaping from her sex.

“Definitely,” Hermione agreed, setting down the spit and then almost immediately forgetting about it.

There were utensils on the table in front of Luna; sharp and shiny knives and forks, even a plate and a glass of pumpkin juice as well. Absentmindedly, Hermione thanked the house elves for their help, and settled in between Luna's legs to enjoy her meal.

“You won't forget to save Ginny a leg, will you?” Luna asked slightly nervously. “I did promise her one and I'd hate for her to be disappointed.”

Hermione remembered that conversation. She didn't see the harm in it at the time, since she wasn't intending to actually eat Luna back then, but now? Now that she'd actually tasted the blonde and asserted her intentions to destroy her rather than share her with anyone else? The idea of giving up one of Luna's legs even to her friend left her a bit upset.

Still, Ginny was her friend, and it was good to share with your friends, right? With a firm grimace, Hermione lifted her wand and cast a severing charm at the base of Luna's leg, right next to where it touched her greatest treasure.

“Diffindo,” Hermione spoke, and Luna's leg fell right off the rest of her already cooked body. The cut was clean, no bleeding, no jagged edges, just cooked meat on either side of the stroke. “Diffindo,” a second wave of her wand cut the ropes holding Luna's ankles together apart.

“Oh, oh wow. That feels strange,” Luna explained as she stared at her severed leg, lying several centimeters away from the rest of her body. “It almost feels like it's still there.”

“Really? I wonder if that's because of phantom limb syndrome, or a function of the spell?” Hermione mused, the distraction lessening her disquiet at putting aside some of her lunch for her red-headed friend to try later.

“Whatever it is, it feels sort of strange. I wonder if it's just this leg?” Luna replied, still staring at the hunk of meat that used to be attached to the rest of her body.

“We can test that,” Hermione decided, glancing at her wand. “Diffindo! Diffindo! Diffindo!”

Just like that, Luna was limbless, both her arms and her remaining leg sliced from her body, leaving her a helpless little torso.

“So?” Hermione asked curiously, with a leering undertone to her words. “Was it just that leg? Or can you feel all four of them?”

“I'm not sure...” Luna replied, smiling innocently. “Maybe if you bit into one of them I could feel it?”

Hermione shook her head. “Maybe in a bit, but I already know what my first bite of you is going to be. I have a before and after taste test to complete, and I don't want any other pieces of you changing the flavor,” Hermione explained as she got up and walked around the limbless girl to the side of the table.

Leaning in, Hermione reached down to pinch Luna's sole remaining nipple within her fingers. It was stiff, and greasy, sort of like the skin of a roasted chicken. Hermione pulled on the morsel, causing Luna to gasp in pained arousal.

"Ah!" Luna whimpered as Hermione tugged at the tender tidbit of her flesh. She tried to squirm, but without her limbs she only managed to wriggle in place eroticly. "Please..." she begged.

Hermione smiled, craned her neck forward, and bit down into Luna's succulent nipple.

"Ah! Aaaaahhh!" Luna moaned as the brunette's teeth sank easily into her flesh severing the treat in one easy bite.

"Mmmm..." Hermione moaned, savoring the complex flavors of Luna's flesh once more. Cooking her had really brought out her savory flavor, strengthening it and adding just a hint of salt and pepper from the blonde's sweat and the spiced oil respectively. Cooking had rendered the blonde so much more tender than she'd been the first time Hermione had tasted her. Her nipple practically melted in Hermione's mouth, easily breaking apart after barely any chewing. Hermione swallowed the remains with a satisfied gulp.

"Oooohh..." Luna groaned, the pain of being eaten was still heightened by the hex, but with most of her nerves now cooked into uselessness, the total effect had been brought down to something only slightly higher than Luna had had as an unhexed, uncooked girl.

"You taste even better now that you're cooked, Luna," Hermione complimented.

"Meat usually does, Hermione," Luna pointed out. "I'm glad you like me," Luna added, and Hermione got the feeling that the girl was referring to more than just her taste.

"You're very special to me, Luna," Hermione replied. "I'll always remember the beautiful little blonde who seduced me into snuffing her through a catalogue."

"That's right," Luna smiled. "I'm the first girl you've ever snuffed. They say you never forget your first..."

Hermione paused. First? That implied she'd be doing this again. Hermione hadn't given that possibility any real thought, but... maybe? "Oh Luna," Hermione smiled, "even if I'd snuffed twenty girls before you, you'd still be special."

"Thank you," Luna smiled. "That's the most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me." Luna paused. "You should eat my filet before it gets cold."

If Hermione was shocked by the blunt offer, she didn't show it. The two girls, one still curious, the other now lunch, were beyond such things right now. With an eager grin of anticipation, Hermione made her way back to her seat between what used to be Luna's thighs, but which with the blonde thoroughly delimbed was now directly in front of her adorably gaping filet.

Hermione leaned down to peer through Luna's opened sex. It was a long dark delicious-smelling tunnel, a tunnel that ran completely through the girl in front of her, Hermione marveled to herself as she picked up a fork and knife and positioned her plate directly in front of Luna's pussy.

"You smell delicious," Hermione complimented, stabbing her fork into the edge of Luna's filet and getting an enthusiastic response from her meat in reply.

"Thank you!" Luna cried out. The wound Hermione had just created was weeping clear juices instead of the blood that would flow from an uncooked girl, and Luna was relishing it.

Hermione brought the knife to bear, slowly slicing out the left side of Luna's cute little cunt-steak.

"Oh! OH!" Luna panted as the knife bit into her, sawing away at her flesh. Luna didn't mind the pain at all. How could she, when that pain was proof of everything she'd known? She was meat, and she was meant to be enjoyed as meat. The pain of Hermione carving out her cunt was nothing compared to the erotic knowledge that Hermione was enjoying her lunch of her spit-roasted body.

Luna's meat practically fell onto the plate, leaving a gaping hole where only half of the blonde's completely wrecked pussystill remained. The slice Hermione had taken was large and thick, starting just below Luna's clit and extending until the two sides of the meat-girl's cunt met beneath it.

With a deft cut of her knife, Hermione carved off a bite-sized morsel from the severed half of girl-steak and brought it to her lips.

"MmMMmm!" Hermione moaned in excitement. Luna's pussy tasted every bit as exquisite as Hermione could have possibly imagined. It was tender and succulent, well seasoned by Luna's plentiful practice in tempting the Oishiovores, and the several orgasms she'd recieved afterwards. Though Hermione was still a virgin (playing with your food couldn't possibly count, after all, right?), even she could tell that Luna tasted almost exactly like sex.

"Do you like me Hermone?" Luna asked, with similar undertones as before.

"Mmmm... I love you Luna," Hermione replied, commenting solely on the girl's incredible taste.

The next minute or two passed in a ravenous blur as Hermione carved slice after slice from Luna's once-adorable filet to the sounds of Luna's eager and enthusiastic participation. Her initial intentions to go slowly and savor this unique experience shattered by the sheer scrumptiousness of Luna's body.

Soon, Hermione's plate was bare, and the only piece of Luna's sex remaining was her cute little clit, nestled in its hood, standing alone above the devoured ruins of her absolutely amazing tasting cunt.

"Thank you, Hermione..." Luna panted, nearly overwhelmed by the experience of being eaten.

"I'm not done with you yet," Hermione wickedly reassured her limbless lunch.

Bending forward, Hermione tenderly licked Luna's solitary nub.

"Ah!" Luna cried out at the feel of Hermione's tongue on her clit; the sensations somehow magnified, as if all the pleasure from her now missing pussy was concentrated in her love button. "Oh! Hermione!"

Hermione's mouth closed around Luna's nub, her mouth sucking on the meaty juices still dripping from where Hermione had cut the other girl open. She tasted delicious.

Without a second thought, Hermione bit down, taking the last vestige of Luna's womanhood from her.

The limbless blonde writhed and spasmed helplessly on the table. The pain unbearable, but the pleasure flowing from the wound just as intense.

"AH! HERMIONE!!!" Luna shouted barely able to endure the sensations as her final orgasm wracked her body.

Hermoine pulled back, her lips dripping with Luna's juices as she watced the blonde struggling to cum with her ruined cunt, her mouth opened wide her tongue lolling. A thought caught in Hermione's head and in the span of a split-second, the bookworm let go of the spell sustaining the blonde, killing her.

Luna's body bucked, her face froze in an exquisite mix of agony and ecstacy as the light faded from her eyes.

Hermione watched, savoring every moment as the bonde died in the throes of her final orgasm until finally Luna was gone.

"You were fantastic," Hermione spoke, breaking the silence of the kitchen. "I think, maybe you're worth sharing after all. With my friends at least... I want them to taste how wonderful you really were."

Smiling happily, if not also a bit sadly because it was over, Hermione walked over around the table until she reached Luna's head. "Thank you," she offered, kissing Luna's still warm lips before stepping back and taking out her wand.

"Diffindo," with a lazy slash Hermione sliced off Luna's head, leaving her as a barren collection of torso and assorted limbs.

"Reducio," she continued, waving her wand above her prize. Luna's head began to shrink to the size of a small apple, or a plum, her face locked in her last orgasmic moments as Hermione cast a plethora of preservation charms.

"I'm going to keep you in my trunk," Hermione explained to her former friend, "as a memento of your final moments."

Hermione turned to the barely eaten spread of meat in front of her, she didn't regret ending Luna when she did, the moment was absolutely perfect, after all. But she didn't want to continue her meal alone.

Turning to the house elves lurking out of sight in the corners of the room, Hermione began to speak. "Can you use the rest of her for tonight's dinner? Just for the Gryffindor table? I want to share her with my friends."

"Of courses Miss Herm-aye-own-ninny, we'll makes sure we does it!" A house elf replied.

Hermione smiled broadly. "Thank you!" she replied before heading out the door and back to her dorm room. After all, she had a free period and an awful lot of energy and excitement from lunch that she wanted to work off before dinner.

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Harry and Hermione walked back to the common room from dinner alone that night. Ron had stayed behind to savor more of the unusually delicious meal, but the two remaining friends had both already eaten their fill of the fantastic spread.

Hermione had flushed nearly crimson the whole meal through. Ginny had taken what looked suspiciously like a large section of Luna's leg, and the other dishes like rump roast and spare ribs were probably only disguised by the fact that no one suspected they'd have ever been served in the first place. Ron had piled his plate high with sausages and Hermione had managed to snag a small jar of what appeared to be caviar to spread on her bread before overcoming her embarassment enough to take some thick slices of meat dripping with gravy to eat between bouts of furious blushing.

The knowing and lascivious looks that Ginny kept shooting her throughout the meal as she ate were almost Hermione's undoing.

“Was it just me, or was dinner really good tonight?” Harry asked his friend. “Not the vegetables, or the pumpkin juice... but there was something about the meat,” Harry continued. “I don't think I've ever tasted anything like it before.”

Hermione blushed. She knew exactly what they'd eaten after all, she'd have recognized that taste anywhere, even if she hadn't told the house elves to use it for the night's meal.

"You liked it?” Hermione asked, a bit surprised and somewhat hopeful. She'd been riding a bit high on the experience of snuffing Luna when she'd offered the blonde's leftovers up for dinner, and after a vigorous bout of alone time in her dorm she'd had sudden second thoughts about her decision to share.

“Definitely.” Harry agreed. “I know I might sound a bit like Ron saying it, but that was fantastic! I wonder what sort of magical creature that was, because it definitely wasn't pork or beef, though it sort of tasted a bit like both. I hope they serve it again soon.”

Hermione felt her sex heat up within the purple galaxy patterned panties that Luna had been wearing earlier that day. She remembered Luna suggesting that she'd only be the first girl Hermione snuffed and Harry's comment about getting another meal like the leftover Luna he'd eaten was making her almost irrationally aroused.

Harry's enthusiasm reminded her about just what she went through to cook Luna in the first place, as well as the fact that she still had a copy of the catalogue locked in her trunk next to Luna's shrunken head.

“I know what it was,” Hermione admitted.

“Really?” Harry asked. “What was it? And do you think they'll serve it again?”

Should she tell him? She didn't have to. She could let Harry go through life never knowing what he'd actually eaten. But if she did there was no way she'd be able to afford another girl from the catalogue alone. Luna's suggestion circled in her brain. Maybe... maybe it was worth the risk?

“They probably won't,” Hermione admitted, chickening out. “It's... it's rare.”

“Really?” Harry asked disappointedly, “that's a shame.”

As they reached the fat lady, Hermione remembered what Luna told her, about how the copy of the catalogue she had was originally Ginny's and who she'd left it out for in the first place. She owed Ginny, didn't she? And if Luna was right, there was one way to pay her back that would leave both of them happy.

“You know, if you really want some more I can buy some more for us to share this weekend,” Hermione offered, unexpectedly. “I just need 5 galleons.”

The End