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It took several minutes for Hermione to teach the spell to Harry, several incredibly distracted minutes where Hermione would catch him eyeing Ginny's naked body as she twisted and turned on the table, struggling to untie the knots Hermione had used to restrain her. Ginny's breasts bounced, her gyrations showed off her pussy in short flashes, and all together it didn't make for the most conducive learning environment for a young virile man, but Hermione did as best she could to teach him anyway.

"I'm ready," Ginny declared as she stood up from the table having finally freed herself.

"Well then," Harry said with a smile, "Here it goes."

Harry had just barely gotten the incantation and spell movements down when Ginny made her declaration. So it didn't come as a great surprise to Hermione when Harry messed up the spell, adding an extra hooking motion at the end. That didn't stop Hermione from wincing when it happened anyway.

Still, Ginny seemed fine, and there were no other noticeable effects from the incantation, so maybe it was okay? The worst that probably happened is the spell failed and they'd need her to recast it. They'd know the results once they started cooking her.

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“Was that it?” Ginny asked, feeling something from the spell but unsure how to describe it. She felt... lighter, in some indefinable way completely unrelated to her weight.

“It should be,” Hermione admitted. “It's not like Harry can drop it and recast it now without killing you, so I guess we'll just have to go ahead and hope.”

Ginny grimaced, maybe she should have let Hermione cast the spell after all. Not knowing if it worked or not, it was torture. At least with Hermione she'd know it was done right.

Harry frowned, “Did I do it wrong? I don't want to mess up your show, Ginny,” he replied, his words sending a warm feeling through the redhead's still numbed cunt as she basked in his interest.

“Don't worry Harry, I'll do my best to give you a show you'll remember forever,” Ginny quickly offered, surprising herself at how bold she was being now that there was nothing holding her back. She was a dead girl now, just meat. The moment Harry dropped the spell she'd die, so she couldn't back out now even if she wanted to. That meant that the only thing left for her to do was to give Harry an experience he'd never forget, and a meat that could match it. Idly, she reached down for her own still-numbed pussy, wondering if this was how Luna had felt when Hermione had taken her down to the kitchen to snuff her...

Her cunt tingled like a leg she'd accidentally sat on wrong as Hermione's spell prevented her from getting any relief.

Hermione grinned at the sight of her desperately aroused friend rubbing one out to Harry's eager delight. She was failing, and Hermione wasn't sure if it would be more fun to let go of the spell and let her cum, or to keep the spell on and prevent her from cumming entirely until she died... It was an option she hadn't expected to have since she would have had to drop the spell in order to cast the spell she'd cast on Luna last time. With Harry taking that over, there was nothing stopping the frizzy haired bookworm from keeping Ginny from her reward except her own ideas of fair play, ideas that Hermione wasn't sure if it'd be hotter to discard or not...

“Now what?” Harry asked.