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Your comment inspired me to finish off that ending. here you go:

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"Okay," Hermione wasn't about to refuse that offer. "Do you want to carve it in two? Or should I?" The polyjuiced girl asked.

"You've done a good job so far," Harry stated.

Ginny bucked her hips as Hermione slowly cut through the bottom of her cunt, slicing it in half and pulling it apart. It felt incredible! Painful, yes, but oh so erotic too. She couldn't stop herself from moaning, loudly gasping for air she no longer needed as she came with an ectoplasmic fervor as Hermione destroyed her cunt.

Ginny's wanton display didn't escape Hermione's notice; the fingers of the transformed redhead's free hand slipped into her borrowed cunt, still slippery from the seed Harry had left inside her. Ginny was cumming, anyone could see that, and Hermione couldn't help but wonder whether the deep-fried redhead would still be able to cum once she and Harry had finished eating her.

Shaking herself free from her reverie, Hermione returned to slicing Ginny's choicest cut of meat in two for Harry and her to share. She watched the redhead out of the corner of her eye, the rest of her attention focused firmly on the filet in front of her as she chopped the top of Ginny's cunt in half bisecting the ghost's deep-fried clit and sending her spirit into the throws of yet another orgasm. A part of her was glad Ginny was cumming like this. She didn't regret denying the other girl release in life, it had kept her aroused, constantly on the edge in a way that Hermione had relished. But now? With Ginny dead there was no reason to continue to withhold satisfaction from her.

Ginny watched, quivering in ecstasy as Hermione separated the two halves of her pussy, spearing each with a fork and offering one to the love of her life, the reason she agreed to all of this. She trembled as she felt them bite into her, their teeth slicing apart the meat of her privates. She could feel the vibrations echoing in her ectoplasmic body as they groaned in satisfaction around the delicious fried flesh that used to be her pussy.

It was incredible.

Ginny came and came and came again and again as Harry and hermione systematically destroyed her, carving her meat from her bones, eating her arms, her legs, her pussy, her breasts, until the only part of her body left untouched was her head, still completely pristine, shielded as it was from the sizzling oil that had cooked the rest of her body.

As Hermione separated her head from the rest of her bones, Ginny was left a shivering, satisfied mess; hovering in the air, her legs spread to show her ghostly deep-fried cunt to the entire room. She gasped as Hermione twisted her head free, casting spell after spell upon it to preserve it as a souvenir of their last meal together. Ginny could feel herself drawn to the head. It was once hers, and though she couldn't use it any longer, Ginny knew that as long as it existed, so would she; a ghost bound to her last remains.

She smiled happily. Even though it wasn't how she'd dreamed of all those years ago, maybe she could be with Harry after all? She hoped he liked the surprise she'd prepared for him.

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Breakfast the next day was awkward. Hermione had locked Ginny's head in her trunk, trapping her in the Gryffindor Girls' dorm, and both Harry and Hermione had just begun to realize that her absence would probably be noticed. Ron hadn't said a word yet, focused as he was on his food, but he was bound to notice eventually, right?

Harry and Hermione's worried musings were interrupted by the noise of over a hundred owls swooping down to deliver the day's mail.

“Hedwig?” Harry wondered as his pet Snowy Owl descended with a package in hand.

“Cor, what'cha got there?” Ron wondered as she looked at the box.

“I don't know,” Harry replied. “I didn't order anything, and it's not my birthday... So why would anyone send me anything?”

“Dunno,” Ron agreed. “Open it and find out?”

“I guess I have to,” Harry nodded. Using his butter knife, Harry cut through the spellotape keeping the box shut and opened up the package.

“Blimey! Is that?” Ron stuttered.

“Ginny!” Harry exclaimed, shocked as he looked at the contents of the box. Inside was a small wizarding camera. Strange, but not something to be surprised at. No, What was shocking about this package was the set of pictures next to it. It was a set of wizarding portraits with a single subject, scattered through a number of settings both in the secluded parts of the village and throughout various parts of the castle. There was only one common thread between the pictures; Ginny. Ginny was in every shot in various states of dress. Harry swallowed as he watched the girl he'd eaten the night before grinding her sopping wet slit against his Firebolt as she floated naked on the Quidditch pitch. Ron was stating at a picture of Ginny with her skirt hiked up rubbing her bare slit as she touched herself in Harry's bed. Hermione blushed almost crimson as she watched the redhead stripping slowly between the shelves of the library.

“Look! There's a note!” Ron shouted as soon as he could tear his eyes away from the images of his sister's debauchery.

“Dear Harry,
If you're reading this, I hope you had a nice dinner last night. I bought this camera with the money Hermione gave me to secure the main ingredient. I wanted to give you something to remember me by. You can keep the camera, I won't be needing it any more anyway.
Love,
Ginny”

“What does she mean 'something to remember me by?' Ginny what did you, Huh, where's Ginny?” Ron wondered as he looked around for his sister.

“She's gone,” Hermione explained. “I bought her from a catalog for Harry's dinner yesterday.” Hermione admitted sheepishly.

“Really?” Ron asked, surprised.

“Yeah,” Harry agreed. “Sorry for not telling you Ron, but honestly I didn't know it had happened until Hermione sprang it on me last night.”

“Nah. 'snot your fault,” Ron reassured them. “Seems like Ginny enjoyed herself, and if it wasn't you, some other bloke'd probably have ordered her, right?”

Hermione nodded. “Yeah, she wasn't particularly expensive.”

“Then that settles it,” Ron agreed. “Least this way it seems like she enjoyed it.” Ron paused wondering for a second. “That what happened to Luna? You two eat her too?”

“You did too actually,” Hermione admitted. “I bought her and decided to share her once I finished with her. Remember that dinner you enjoyed so much last week?”

“That's what that was?” Ron replied, amazed. “Cor, she was delicious! I can't blame you for wanting more if that's what Ginny tasted like!”

“So, are we okay?” Harry asked.

“Yeah,” Ron agreed. “Was her decision to list herself. Knew what she was getting into, right? Seems like she enjoyed herself anyway. Just, if that's what girlmeat tastes like? Make sure you save me some next time you have some, okay?”

“Next time?” Harry wondered.

“Well, there are a few other girls in the catalogue...” Hermione admitted. “I could show you it, if you'd like?”

“Sure,” Ron and Harry spoke up at the exact same time.

“Just, lets finish breakfast first,” Ron suggested. “And put away those pictures. I don't mind you seein' 'em, but it's not right to spread em around like this, okay?”

“Sure thing,” Harry smiled as he put Ginny's surprise back in the box. He was glad Ron wasn't upset, but Hermione's revelation that there were other girls for sale? Harry certainly had the money... maybe it was time to go on a shopping spree?