Now what?” Harry asked.

“Now?” Hermione echoed. “Well, since all the prep work's done, and we can't exactly eat her raw, it's time for for your dinner to start cooking.”

Ginny shivered at Hermione's matter of fact description, knowing the frizzy-haired witch meant her. A fave of heat burst from her pussy despite the tingling numbness that Hermione had trapped it in. This was it, this was her moment to give her all for Harry, to cook for him, writhing as she fryed for his pleasure. The thought scared her, but this was Harry, the Boy-Who-Lived! The boy who had saved her life from tom when he had possessed her. She loved him; at least... this was what she thought love felt like... at the very least she owed him her life, and if this is how he wanted her to spend it; frying in a tank as he watched her turn into his dinner, then Ginny was going to give it to him, even if it was more than a little terrifying.

Waving her wand, Hermione pronounced a spell “Wingardium Leviosa!” It was a spell that had brought Harry, Ron and her together as friends, and now it would bring her, Harry, and Ron's sister even closer. Ginny's body lifted off the ground, her feet kicking feebly beneath her as Hermione levitated her into the empty glass tube and transfigured the top into a watertight glass collar, sealing Ginny in.

“You know Harry, before you came into the room, I cast a spell on Ginny to keep her prime filet fresh,” Hermione admitted, indicating with her wand exactly which part on Ginny's body constituted her 'Prime filet.' “That spell is what's kept your dinner from cumming her brains out playing with herself. Personally, I'd like to leave it on her and keep her from ever cumming again, but if you want, I can end it for you.”

Ginny's heart hitched, leaping into her throat. Would Hermione really do that to her? Keep her from her last reward for doing this for Harry? Deprive her of her final climax? She looked into the brunette's eyes. She would. She wanted to, Ginny could tell. The lightly freckled redhead turned her attention to her hero, Harry. Surely he would let her cum one last time? But... if he wanted her not to... Ginny shook her head to banish the thought, she wouldn't influence this decision one way or another. It was his.

Harry looked at Ginny, about to order Hermione to undo the spell when he saw his best friend's sister shake her head. Did she not want him to have it lifted? Harry couldn't understand why. He'd have thought she'd want one last cum before she finished frying. But... if that was what Ginny wanted, he wasn't exactly opposed to it.

"No need," Harry replied, playing a part. "She doesn't seem to need it."

Hermione grinned wickedly at Harry's decision. She hadn't thought it likely, but since this was Harry's money and Ginny was doing all of this for him, it felt right that he make the choice. Hermione wasn't disappointed at all with this outcome.

Ginny on the other hand, felt like the floor had been yanked out from under her. First frying and now this? She'd never imagined that Harry would do something like this to her. Of course, that didn't mean she was going to back out; quite apart from the fact that with the spell he had cast in her Harry could end her life at any time, a fact that Ginny remained almost tantrically aware of, she still wanted to do this, still wanted to give herself to her crush, her saviour. The numbing charm that Hermione had cast on her wasn't foolproof, she'd used it before as a prank, if she tried hard enough, Ginny knew that she could still cum from this.
"Feel free to continue playing with yourself though," Hermione advised. "You promised Harry dinner and a show after all."
Ginny didn't need to be told twice, her fingers dipped eagerly into her numbed cunt, rubbing and fucking, her body shifting as she danced for her friends, trapped in place by her neck.
With a flick of her wand, Hermione cast a cooking charm on the oil. It would start boiling soon, and once it did, that would send it through the tube connecting the tanks, spraying Ginny with hot oil before pooling at her feet to deep fry her. Hermione's free hand mirrored Ginny's own, dipping down to her sweltering cunt and casting off her panties, leaving her exposed snatch readily accessible beneath her robes.
Ginny's eyes widened as she watched Hermione play with herself, the nerdy brunette's chest heaving with exertion as she thoroughly enjoyed the show Ginny was putting on. Harry's cock, freed earlier by Hermione was in his hand, enjoying his own tender mercies after the half-finished hand-job Hermione had given it earlier. It was erotic, but Ginny needed more if she wanted to break through the pervasive tingling of Hermione's charm.
"Harry, can I, ungh, have... one last request?" Ginny asked. The heat leaking in from the other tank had already coated her entire body in sweat, not that her own erotic exertions had helped much in that area, ad she could see her friends' eyes glued to her glistening body as they waited for their meal to start cooking.
"I don't see why, ah! not..." Harry admitted, playing with himself.
"Fuck her. I want to see you fuck Hermione. I want to watch you screw her brains out while you fry me! I want to watch you cum inside her as I go!" Ginny demanded, her slick fingers slippung easily in and out of her untested virgin cunt.
Harry looked at Hermione. His frizzy-haired friend was playing with herself frantically, rubbing her cunt and pinching her own clit as she moaned like the actresses he'd glimpsed d through the crack in his cupboard whenever his Uncle Vernon would come down to watch the TV alone in the middle of the night.
Hermione was enthralled by the idea. She might not love Harry, and certainly didn't want him enough to let him cook her, like Ginny clearly did, but she wasn't averse to using him to scratch an itch, even if she would have preferred playing with Ginny a little more instead.
"I don't mind," Hermione admitted, pulling off her Hogwarts robe completely, leaving her in nothing but her trainers and socks, "and I'd hate to deny our meal her last request."
Unwilling to give up her view of Ginny frying, Hermione got on her knees in front of Harry and lay her body across the low table in front of him, lifting her young ass into the air as her diamomd hard nipples pressed against the lacquered wood. She reached back with one hand, her eyes never leaving Ginny or her tube even as she spread her sex invitingly for her best friend's use.