Part 5

Ginny bucked as the slightly cooler air of the room hit her exposed skin. It had been hard staying silent in the closet while Hermione seduced Harry, completely unsure about what was going on beyond what she could hear from their voices. One thing was clear though, Hermione was right, Harry wouldn't have bought her without her help, and she definitely managed to talk him into it.

Ginny had browsed through the catalogue a couple times before deciding to hide it in the common room for Harry to find. With the exception of Luna, she hadn't found the other girls' spreads all that sexy, but something in Hermione's voice made them come alive in her mind, turning her on even more with just her voice and Ginny's imagination.

In the end, Ginny hadn't been able to keep her silence, letting out a victorious yelp when Harry named her as the girl he most wanted to see in the catalogue (well, besides Luna and Hermione, anyway). She'd almost ruined everything, but Hermione had kept control and steered Harry exactly where the redhead had wanted him. Now he was staring at her, naked, and more than a little afraid as she hung blindfolded from the hook above her.

“She really wants you to eat her you know,” Hermione stated. “She practically begged me for it, didn't you Ginny?”

“Yes, Hermione,” Ginny agreed. “I hope you enjoy me, Harry!”

“I will,” Harry reassured her hungrily, shedding his nervousness now that he'd accepted what was happening.

“Ginny's a virgin you know,” Hermione remarked, reaching down and caressing the puffy lower lips of the redhead's sex. Ginny's whole body jerked in response to the unexpected touch, sending her swinging back and forth from the hook above her. “And she's going to stay a virgin,” Hermione declared. “After all, you heard her interview, 'Virgin girls taste better.'”

Ginny's heart pounded in her chest at Hermione's declaration. She'd be snuffed as a virgin!? She didn't know if what she said was true! It was just something she'd thrown in to help make her more interesting to buy than Luna, who had already told her her plan for the catalogue. Something to give her an innocent, girl next door sort of image that she'd hoped would appeal to Harry. It hadn't even worked to make her more enticing, since Hermione had bought Luna before her! But Ginny couldn't argue, not now... Hermione was in control, and Ginny had been reminded several times over the past few days that if she wanted Harry to eat her, she wasn't allowed to argue.

“Don't worry Harry. After Thursday, I know just how excited cooking a girl like Ginny can make you.” She paused to let her words sink in. “I'll take care of any, problems, you have that happen to arise.”

Ginny couldn't see Hermione, but after hearing a phrase dripping that much with innuendo, she was absolutely certain where Hermione's gaze was focused. This whole situation was making her intolerably horny, if not for the numbing spell that Hermione had cast on her sex, Ginny was certain she would have cum already just from the sheer excitement alone. Of course, with the numbing spell still in effect it was like her pussy was constantly buzzing; Ginny was trapped teetering perpetually on the edge of an orgasm and unable to reach it.

“You know you can examine the meat if you want to, Harry. You don't just need to sit and watch,” Hermione explained.

“Really?” Harry asked.

Ginny nodded in what she hoped was his direction, she couldn't exactly see him with the strip Hermione had torn from her skirt blindfolding her.

“See? Even the meat says it's okay,” Hermione urged. “Not that her opinion really matters,” Hermione added as a sort of academic aside. “Not since you've already purchased her.”

Ginny could hear footsteps approaching, but it still came as a sudden shock when she felt a hand touching one of her breasts. Harry's hand, at least, that's what she thought. It certainly wasn't Hermione's hand, she was well acquainted with the brunette's touch after the last few days and her fingers didn't have any of the rough calluses that this hand had.

“She's so soft...” Harry marveled as he squeezed her breast sending shivers down her spine.

“Since she's meat, the proper word for her is tender,” Hermione teased, pedantically. “Is there anywhere else you'd like to check on her? Her arms?” Ginny felt the soft ghost of a touch running down her elbow. “Her legs?” The traceries of fingers on her thigh. “Or maybe... you're more interested in this?”

Ginny yelped as Hermione struck without warning, pinching hard on her clit. Her breath hitched and her heart raced, but the feeling was muted by the intense tingling her sex felt at Hermione's touch, the numbing spell at work, robbing her of what could possibly have been an incredibly intense orgasm.

“Feel free to explore,” Hermione offered, spreading the petals of Ginny's sex. “It'll be on your plate soon enough after all, you might as well know what you'll be eating. Just be careful, you don't want to break her maidenhead.”

Ginny shuddered in pleasure as she felt Harry's fingers caress her sex. With her eyes covered, every motion was a surprise, every touch, unexpected. She'd never felt so aroused in her life.

“She's so wet...” Harry marveled.

“She should be,” Hermione stated proudly. “I bought her a few minutes after you gave me the galleons. She's been playing with herself almost constantly since then, but I've forbidden her from cumming, and she's obeyed, haven't you Ginny?”

“Yes, Hermione,” Ginny panted.

“I locked her in that closet right after lunch, I even cast a numbing spell on her... filet, so that she couldn't cum from us playing with her and told her to be quiet so that she didn't give away the game.”

Hermione paused. “Of course, she wasn't completely quiet, was she?”

Ginny shivered, Hermione didn't quite sound upset, but there was no way to tell for certain without actually looking at her face. “No, Hermione,” Ginny replied.

“Meat that can't follow directions should be punished, don't you think Harry? I think I'll leave the numbing spell in place for now. I wouldn't want Ginny ruining our dinner. If she's good I'll take it off later...”

Ginny jerked as she felt a callused finger slip inside her sopping twat.

“She's responsive,” Harry marveled, completely inexperienced with girls before this point.

“Yes, she's very sensitive,” Hermione agreed. “You know, I blindfolded her outside the room, so Ginny hasn't seen what's been set up in here. That means she doesn't know how we'll be cooking her, though, of course she's had ample time to imagine what we might do. Do you think we should show her? Or would you rather have her tell you what she's come up with, first?”

Ginny squirmed at Hermione's question. It was true. Trapped alone, unable to see, hanging from her wrists, she'd had nothing she could do but fantasize, each new idea sexier, and scarier, than the last.

“I think I'd like to hear what Ginny thinks you have planned for her,” Harry decided, his finger still lingering inside her.

“Well, Ginny?” Hermione asked, her voice firm, yet playful.

Ginny's face flushed crimson, Harry wanted to know what she thought! No, more than that, Harry wanted to know her fantasies, her sexual fantasies about being eaten by him! She quivered in place, her sopping wet sex struggling to clench around his probing digit as she swung from the ceiling.

“I... first I thought Hermione might spit-roast me, like she did Luna,” Ginny offered.

“You ate Luna?” Harry asked surprised.

“You did too,” Hermione replied. “What did you think that delicious little dinner on Thursday was?” Hermione paused. “She was the last thing Ginny ate, you know.”

Harry grunted in amazement.

“You can continue, Ginny,” Hermione urged.

“First I thought you might roast me, like Luna, but after thinking about it, I think Hermione wants to try something new.”

“You're not wrong,” Hermione agreed.

“So, I was thinking about the other girls in the catalogue, and I think you'll probably boil me, like Hannah Abbot and her stew. I think you'd enjoy that, watching me soak in a giant cauldron, playing with myself, adding to the broth each time I came, the water slowly cooking me until I faded away and my body fell apart into a Ginny-flavoured stew,” her whole body quivering in excitement.

“That is a good guess,” Hermione admitted, “but it's wrong. I don't suppose you have any other theories you want to share with Harry?”

Ginny's eyes widened beneath her blindfold. That was the least painful guess she had, which meant that whatever Hermione had planned for her would probably be more painful. Maybe... “Then maybe you're planning to roast me in an oven, like in Angelina's spread? I thought you might... leaving me hanging here, blindfolded while you talked about the girls in that catalogue was... It would make sense if you wanted to tie me up and roast me while I was completely bound and unable to move. Being helpless like that; it's frightening, but it's also sort of hot.”

“You were closer with the boiling, Ginny,” Hermione replied, the smirk on her face carrying clearly through her voice. “Want to try again?”

“As hot as this is Hermione, I don't think she's going to get it,” Harry interrupted. “Honestly, I'm not sure what that thing is for either, and I'm looking at it.”

“I guess I can tell you both then,” Hermione replied, a little disappointed.

The finger withdrew from her sex and suddenly, Ginny felt Hermione in front of her, close enough to feel the brunette's breath playing against her face as she untied the blindfold.

“There we go,” Hermione smiled, and after a few seconds of blinking to get used to the sudden light, Ginny could see again.

“I have no idea what that is, Hermione,” Ginny admitted as she stared at the glass tanks.

“Really?” Hermione asked, disappointed. “It's a deep fryer, Ginny. We're going to deep fry you.”

Ginny's eyes widened in fear at Hermione's admission. Deep frying? Her mother did a bit of that on the stove at home sometimes. She'd been hit by the spattering oil. It was incredibly painful. “Are... are you sure!?” she asked, nervously.

“Definitely,” Hermione replied. “You want to taste your best for Harry and I, don't you?” Hermione asked, looking at Ginny with disappointment written clearly on her face.

“Yes, but-”

“And you did say you'd do anything I told you to, didn't you?” Hermione interrupted sternly, unwilling to let Ginny muster any arguments against her plan.

“I did, but-”

“Well, this is what I'm asking you to do,” Hermione explained, sounding incredibly logical despite Ginny's dissatisfaction with her method of coking. “You love fried food, Ginny. I've seen you at the dinner table when they serve it. You know how delicious food is when they fry it. Don't you want to be delicious, Ginny?”

“Yes, Hermione,” Ginny admitted, seeing the reasoning behind her friend's choice.

“And don't you want to put on a show for harry that He'll remember?” Hermione asked, sending Ginny's imagination through a cavalcade of images from the catalogue. “Sitting in a cauldron won't do that...”

Ginny winced, conceding the point.

Hermione turned to the other person in the room. “What do you think, Harry? You've already tasted roasted girl, wouldn't Ginny be absolutely scrumptious deep-fried?” Hermione asked, as she rubbed Harry's shoulders.

“It would be nice...” Harry admitted. “But if Ginny doesn't want to do it, we shouldn't force her.”

Harry's admission was like a knife through Ginny's heart. How could she deny him what he wanted, especially after he'd risked his life to save her from the Basilisk in their second year.

“Fine,” Hermione gave in. “Let's get you down from that hook and go outside to reset the room for a different way to cook you,” Hermione was clearly disappointed, but willing to let Ginny off from deep frying if she really didn't want to.

“Wait,” Ginny interrupted. “Do you really want to see me deep-fried, Harry?” Ginny asked, uncertain she wanted to know the answer.

“Definitely,” Harry replied. “But, only if you're okay with it.”

Ginny's heart lurched as she stared at the pair of glass tanks, one empty, one full of oil. She knew exactly what she was in for. The pain would be absolutely excruciating, but... If this was what Harry wanted, she couldn't disappoint him. “I'll do it,” she conceded. “Deep-fried Ginny is back on the menu.”

“That's great!” Hermione effused, delighted. “Lets get you into the tank!"

Ginny wasn't quite sure what she felt as Hermione levitated her off the hook, leaving her hands and feet bound together.

"You know, if you really want to put on a show for Harry, Luna taught me a hex that can keep you alive until we finish eating you." Hermione offered. "You could make sure Harry and I actually enjoy you, but it requires a willing target."

Ginny's eyes widened at Hermione's suggestion. She knew the spell Hermione had in mind, having read the same instructions in Luna's interview that Hermione did. She also knew about the side effects, like extreme sensitivity, and death, as soon as the caster decided to release the spell. The death part wasn't really an issue since she wouldn't be surviving past dinner, but with the spell on her any pain she felt would be worse, and she'd be kept alive, unable to pass away through all of it. Did she trust Hermione to put the spell on her?

"I'll do it if Harry casts it," Ginny declared.

"Are you sure? Harry's never cast this spell before. He could mess it up."

Ginny looked at Harry, at his beautiful face and caring eyes. "I trust him."

"If you say so," Hermione agreed slightly incredulously as she put Ginny down on the table and told her to untie her bonds while she taught Harry the spell in question.