It all happened at once. Unable to keep control, Harry came like a fire hose, coating every nook and cranny of Hermione's borrowed sex. That was enough to send Hermione over the edge into her own wild orgasm. Hermione's eyes rolled back, and her mouth opened up in a savage cry of pleasure as she ground back against Harry's still spurting cock as if trying to force it into her womb.

“Is that... is that really me?” Hermione opened her eyes wide as she heard Ginny's voice, clear as a bell and without any hint of either pain or pleasure in it. Ginny's body was still in the tank, her face locked in pained ecstasy, but that wasn't where the voice was coming from. Floating off to the side was Ginny, or at least her ghost; completely naked, her ectoplasmic body a thoroughly deep-fried replica of the one in the tank, her cunt permanently gaping.

“You're a ghost?” Hermione asked, her mind still a bit flustered from her climax.

“Ah- sorry,” Harry panted. “I must have lost control of the spell keeping you alive.”

Ginny grinned, poking her head through the glass wall of the tank to look up from between her legs. “I don't mind,” she replied. “It's much nicer this way, less painful.”

“Your body should be just about finished cooking,” Hermione remarked, freeing herself from her impalement on Harry's still spurting rod. She felt the slimy streams of Harry's cum landing on her back, mussing her no-linger frizzy hair, and resting in pools on her ass and at the base of her spine. She rolled off the table feeling Harry's milky white seed oozing down her back and inner thighs as it slipped out of her borrowed cunt. She was well and thoroughly fucked and she'd certainly managed to work up an appetite in the process.

Once she finished stretching her arms out and doing incredibly things to Ginny's modest bust line in the Process, Hermione turned her attention back to the low coffee table she'd been bent over so thoroughly.
With a wave of her wand, Hermione transfigured it into something more suitable for eating at, and the couch and its attendant cushions next to it becoming a pair of chairs and place settings. “Are you planning to watch us eat you?”

“Of course!” Ginny replied reaching for her fried and gaping ectoplasmic cunt and wincing in pain as she realized it was just as painful to touch now as it would have been in real life. “I gave up everything so we could make Harry this meal. I'm not going to miss him enjoying it! Enjoying me? I remember I smelled delicious...” Ginny added sniffing as if trying to catch a hint of the alluring scent of her own deep fried body.

Hermione smiled as she vanished the still-boiling oil in the tank and transfigured the tank itself into a beautiful serving platter, floating both it, and Ginny's deep-fried form over to the table. This was what she had waited for, the chance to dine on yet another girl on her closest female friend in fact! Her borrowed body was absolutely dripping with cum, She could feel it rolling down her back and butt and thighs, and decided against vanishing it. She could always do so later, and right now it added to the allure.

The aroma wafting from Ginny's body was absolutely sumptuous, she smelled even more delicious than Luna had! The Redhead's flesh was a glistening golden brown all the way to her neck, her head completely untouched by the oil used to cook her thanks to the top Hermione had transfigured for her tank. It was strange, seeing a mirror of her own body laying on the table like that, knowing that the delicious meal that had been laid out had once been her. It was even stranger seeing another copy of her body moving around and staring at the meal that she'd become, licking her lips. Her ghostly cunt ached with longing, but the slightest touch sent spasms of pain throughout what passed for her body now. She was fried, thoroughly fried. Even as a ghost Hermione had left her mark on her. In every way she was a mirror of the body on the table. An exact mirror of her own body at the moment that she died.

Hermione reached out and grabbed a fork and knife from the place setting she'd created. She couldn't wait any longer, she had to have a taste of the delicious spread in front of her, and Hermione knew exactly where to start.

Harry leaned in, watching silently as his friend began to carve out the edge of Ginny's deep-fried cunt, just where it met her upper thigh.

“Ah!” the two living residents of the room looked at the third. “That... It hurts...” Ginny explained. “But... I think I like it.”

Hermione looked between her friend and the redhead's former body with a thoughtful frown, was Ginny really feeling what her body did? There really was only one way to find out wasn't there? Hermione speared one of Ginny's deep-fried cunt lips with a fork, splitting her attention between the beautiful piece of meat on the table and its spectral replica as she did it.

Ginny winced, panting without breath as Hermione drove the fork in deep, stabbing through nerves and muscle alike. It felt amazing! Especially since everything else felt like a pale sensation of what she'd experienced when she was alive. Somehow, the numbing spell still effected her flesh, and that meant that with every stab and slice of the knife a tingling rush of pleasure hit the ghostly girl straight in her own spectral sex.

“Mmmmmmm....” She moaned as Hermione continued cutting away at the remnants of her womanhood. It was sublime, seeing the expression on Harry's face as he watched Ginny's still living doppelganger destroy her body. He was excited, inching forward, sitting on the edge of his seat as he thrummed with anticipation. He was also rock hard. Ginny floated down, sinking into the floor so that Harry's dick was at eye level.

Harry shivered, almost cumming as he felt a deathly cold caress on his cock. Ginny had twined her hands together into one massive two handed fist and was running them up and down, and through, his fully erect shaft, watching from inches away as she gave him a ghostly handjob.

"Aaah!" He whimpered. The cold embrace of Ginny's intertwined fingers was a shock to his system, but not an unpleasant one, and the sight off Ginny half embedded in the floor with her face almost touching his dick was extremely inspiring. Even Hermione seemed to have paused her work in carving up their meal in order to watch!

He was close; even though she'd never done this before, Ginny could tell. Harry's cock was twitching through her fingers, unsupported by her ghostly digits. He was moaning heavily, trying to keep his hips from thrusting off the chair and into her ghostly body. Any moment now Harry would cum and she'd open her mouth and catch it, just like that girl she'd seen in one of her older brother Charlie's dirty magazines. She'd loved that picture, and she was sure Harry would love it too. Any moment now...

It was too much. Harry couldn't restrain himself! With an ear-shattering groan of pleasure, Harry thrust his hips, cumming at Ginny's caress. The spectral redhead opened her mouth to catch his seed, maybe even to drink it, but the long streams of jizz phased right through her as if she didn't exist.

Ginny frowned as she looked down at where Harry's cum was making a mess on the floor instead of gathering in her mouth and being splattered across her deep-fried tits.

"That should have worked! What- Oh..." Ginny trailed off, realizing what went wrong. "I'm a ghost now, aren't I?"

"Yeah, you really are," Hermione snickered, finding the whole thing more than a little bit funny. "Harry you're a mess. Let me finish carving this and I'll clean you up okay?"

Harry nodded, more than a little amused himself at Ginny's mistake. He guessed none of them had really taken in what Ginny's transition to ghost-hood really meant for her. Idly, he wondered if she could change her clothes; none of the other Hogwarts ghosts ever did, but maybe they just didn't feel a need to? As hot as Ginny's naked deep-fried form was, and with the way it reminded Harry of the meal he was about to eat and the incredible first time he'd had with Hermione, how could it not be? It wasn't exactly appropriate attire for school, especially with the way her cunt had been fried in place gaping open from where she had pulled her flushed lower lips apart to meet the hot oil. Harry blushed as he looked at the real thing, half-carved by Hermione and still splayed open obscenely on the table in front of him. The angle was wrong to see the ghostly copy in Ginny's new body, but if it looked half as explicit as the one he was about to taste? There was no way that would be acceptable.