Hermione was a sight, bent over, Harry's cum dripping lightly from her sex as she rummaged through her bag in search of something.

“Aha!” Hermione declared pulling out a vial filled with what look liked a dark thick bubbling mud. “Glad I thought to bring it with me,” Hermione declared, mostly to herself.

“What is it?” Harry asked as Ginny writhed delectably behind him.

“Remember that Polyjuice we brewed back in second year? I managed to save some of it.” Hermione stated with a grin.

“You mean-?” Harry asked hopefully.

“That you'll get to have Ginny and eat her too?” Hermione joked wryly. “That's exactly what I mean.”

Ginny's eyes widened almost comically as she realized what was happening. Hermione had trapped her as a virgin, as meat, but she wasn't about to deprive Harry of the joy of fucking her. To carry around a vial of Polyjuice like that, she must have planned it in advance.

“This way, you won't spoil our meal by fucking it first. Besides, if eating Luna taught me anything it was that virgin girls taste absolutely incredible, right Ginny?” Hermione asked with a wry grin.

Ginny grimaced, she wanted to argue, she wanted to be the one to fuck her crush, to experience it herself, not just watch him enjoying her body as Hermione took all the pleasure! But... She was already starting to cook, and she could hardly ask to stop it now. Not when Harry already had a Ginny he could enjoy fucking, a Ginny he could fuck while he watched her fry like he wanted to! Whatever her motives, Hermione had made the right choice doing this. It was about Harry's pleasure not hers. This was her gift to him, even if Hermione was shamelessly taking advantage of it.

“If, Ung!” Ginny grimaced, toughing through the pain as the oil spatters started to come more frequently. Her whole body was covered in welts now, and the oil was starting to pool in puddles around the edges of the tank. “If Luna's any indication... that's right, Hermione,” Ginny agreed.

Hermione's grin was absolutely radiant as the spunky redhead submitted to her plans. She sashayed over to Harry and pulled the hairs from his fingers, taking one to use and placing the remainder on the table for later. She wasn't sure what she planned to do with them, but the hairs used for polyjuice had to be taken from a living subject so whatever she wanted to do with them she'd need keep these safe. Uncapping the vial, Hermione added the hair and all three of the room's occupants watched as it turned a deep red with golden bubbles; Gryffindor colors.

Without a second of delay, Hermione quaffed the mixture, and told Harry to look away while it took effect.

Ginny on the other hand, couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight. She watched as Hermione's hair straightened and reddened, as her skin paled and sprouted freckles, as she shrank and her body twisted, turning into a perfect replica of the doomed girl in the tank.

“Well Harry?” The newly made redhead asked, one hand resting on her cocked hip. “Like what you see?”

“Very much...” Harry trailed off, his newly risen cock fully supporting his claim.

“Like it enough to give 'me' a good hard fucking as you watch me fry?” Hermione asked running her fingers up and down her newly acquired body.

“Definitely!” Harry agreed enthusiastically.

“Well then,” Hermione began, walking over to the short table in front of the couch so that she could lie on it, face up with her head hanging off one edge so that she could watch the show and her legs off the other to brace herself. She motioned to Harry to come closer and spread her legs and lower lips, welcoming him in.

Harry slid his cock easily into Hermione, no, Ginny's already cum-filled cunt, his eyes torn between the redhead he was fucking, and the one starting to fry for his dinner.