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Hmmm... More Girls in the Catalogue. More HP Content. And to see this story continued?

I suppose I can satisfy those requests easily enough:

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Hermione and Harry go for Thirds


"Is that it?" Ron asked, with a hint of awe in his voice.


"Yes," Hermione admitted. "This is the copy of the catalogue I found." Hermione paused for a second before continuing. "Actually I found it right here, just under the cushion of this chair."


"Really?" Harry asked, intrigued. "Who put it there?"


"Ginny actually," Hermione revealed. "She left it out hoping you would find it and buy her. She admitted it to me when I asked her about it after I cooked Luna."


"So, you just found it here and decided to buy a girl?" Ron asked.


"Well, I wasn't sure if it was real," Hermione explained. "And.. I didn't want to ask Ginny about it because well... but, Luna wasn't even asking for Money to buy her. She just wanted some of her stuff back."


"Her stuff back?" Ron asked incredulously. "She really was looney! What would she do with it after you cooked her?"


"Actually, It was actually kind of clever of her," Hermione defended. "Luna wanted to be bought and cooked, but she didn't want someone to buy her just because she was free on a lark."


"But isn't that what you did?" Harry asked, curious.


"Well, yes, but that's not the point. The reason she asked for her stuff back was because she wanted the girl that took it from her to be able to easily buy her."


"Her bullies?" Harry asked incredulously.


"That is what she said. She told me she wanted to be treated like meat and cooked by a pretty girl. Placing her price so that her bullies would easily be able to pay it made that almost certain to happen."


"But you ended up getting her instead," Ron noticed. "So what happened?"


"You know, I'm not sure? They had all of her stuff. And then they stole her copy of the catalogue, so they had to know she was for sale..."


They stole her catalogue?" Harry asked.


"So, each girl who signs up gets a copy of the catalogue. If none of the girls give their copy away, no one gets bought. Luna told me hers was stolen just before she was going to put it on the table in the great hall during dinner."


"So they took it to prevent themselves from being bought?" Ron asked.


"Or maybe from being bought by the wrong person? After all, at the very least Ginny wanted to be bought, that's how I ended up with this copy. Maybe there are some other girls in the catalogue that want something like that? Slipping their catalogues to their boy and girlfriends?"


"Maybe?" Harry agreed.


"Lets just see what's inside," Ron urged a bit impatiently.


"Sure," Hermione agreed, opening up the magazine for her best friends to see.


"Woah! Is that-" "Luna!?"


Ron called out with Harry cutting him off as he joined in in shock. The picture in front of them was indeed Luna Lovegood, lying nearly naked on a Ravenclaw four-poster bed, with her wand propped carelessly behind her ear. Those same ears were adorned with an oversized pair of silver star-shaped earrings that glittered as she moved. The only other item adorning Luna's body was a star spangled chain belt which was draped around her hips, drawing attention to the flush of Luna's lower lips as she slid a carrot as big as her own forearm in and out of her dripping pussy like an oversized orange dildo. Luna looked amazingly innocent as she arched her back with each new thrust, her mouth shapping sexy noises that the camera couldn't catch.


"Blimey! No wonder you cooked her!" Ron exclaimed, "That's..."


"Amazing?" Hermione asked. "She definitely was. She asked to be spit-roasted, kept alive with the spell I showed you," Hermione nodded at Harry. "She died cumming as I ate her pussy." Hermione miled fondly in remembrance. "I kept her head actually," the brown-haired bookworm admitted sheepishly, "It's locked in that same expression."


"Like Ginny's?" Harry asked, thinking about the head he had hidden in his trunk which was anchoring Ginny's ghost to this world.


"Yeah," Hermione admitted, "but just her head, nothing else."


The conversation passed completely over Ron's head as he stared at the photographic remnant of Luna, fiercely masturbating on the page in front of them. "Who else is in here?" Ron asked.


"Ginny, for one," Hermione admitted.


"Ugh. Let's skip that page," Ron replied. Hermione could see that Harry clearly did not share Ron's reservations about seeing Ginny naked, but the inadvertently famous wizard seemed fine with waiting to see that page again.


"There's Padma and Parvati, Angelina, Alicia, Susan Bones, Lavender..." Hermione trailed off.


"Merlin! Is every girl in Hogwarts in there?" Ron marvelled.


"I'm not in it!" Hermione objected.


"Yeah," Ron agreed. "But you didn't know about it. Would you have been in it had you known?"


Hermione paused. Would she? She didn't have any interest in being snuffed or eaten, but she did sort of wonder what she'd taste like, compared to Luna and Ginny. And... getting a copy of a book with such a limited printing was tempting, even if it was just a magazine... but... "No. I have absolutely no interest in being bought and cooked. I'm happy to be on the other side of this equation. I'm sure that there are plenty of other girls that agree."


"Lets just see who is in here," Harry urged, eager to avoid an argument between his two best friends.


Hermione flipped through the pages, back to the beginning of the catalogue. She carefully watched Harry's face as she turned from entry to entry, judging his interest. Harry was going to be bankrolling their little cannibalistic endeavor, so it only made sense to Hermoine to help make sure it would be enjoyable for him. She noted the spark of interest in his eyes as they passed over Padma and Parvati's sensual fire dance, and the way he frowned slightly as they passed by Daphne Greengrass' high-priced beheading tableau.


“Is that Angelina!?” Harry called out as they passed by the bound form of Angelina Johnson, the golden snitch still fluttering in her mouth as she crouched on her hands and knees in a baking tray on the door of a large oven. Harry's eyes honed in on Angelina's flushed, dark, lower lips and the hint of pink that occasionally flashed when the sexy chaser squirmed in the tight netting she'd been bound in.


“Merlin! It is!” Ron exclaimed.


“Oh, man! She looks so sexy tied up like that... She's dripping wet!” Harry marveled, and Hermione mentally added Angelina's name to the list of girls she'd suggest Harry get for the two of them to share.


“Harry! You can't buy her! She's on the Quidditch team! You already snuffed one Chaser! We can replace Ginny, but two chasers? This late in the season? There's no way! You can't eat Angelina. Or Alicia if she's in here! She's not in here is she Hermione?”


Hermione smirked. “See for yourself,” she instructed, turning the page.


There was Alicia, naked on the page in front of them, still crouched behind her half-transfigured broomstick the same as the first time Hermione had seen her. The edges of Alicia's thick pussy lips poking out from around the shaft of the metallic, pointed, broom as Alicia ground her sex up, and down against it leaving a wet trace against the pole.


“She wants to be spitted with her own broom,” Hermione explained. “She wants to have it shoved all the way through her, the point piercing her body. In through her pussy and out through her mouth, just like I did with Luna. All so that she can rotate, naked over a cooking fire, floating on her broom.”


“Merlin...” Harry uttered. “The next practice is going to be so awkward... isn't it?”


“Not if you buy her now,” Hermione pointed out.


“No way!” Ron interjected. “Hermione just hates Quidditch! Don't listen to her! At least wait till the end of the season. They won't be on the team next year no matter what, so you can buy them then if you want to... just... be strong!”


“If you're sure?” Hermione asked, mentally adding Alicia Spinnet to her list when Harry nodded extremely reluctantly. “Then let's flip ahead a bit.”


Hermione paged past Luna's entry, the already well-worn edges of the pages telling her exactly where it was. She hadn't really looked through the rest of the catalogue. She'd seen a few new girls with Harry while convincing him to agree to eat Ginny with her, but she hadn't had time to really look into their entries.


The next girl in line was Susan Bones. Hermione's eyes widened as she remembered Hannah Abbot's professed reason for selling herself, to get her friend Susan Bones a necklace for her birthday. Hermione had realized by now that the stated reasons the girls had listed for putting themselves up were pretextual, but how would Susan enjoy a necklace if she was cooked?


The picture seemed, oddly tame. Susan was sleeping, fully clothed, in bed. It was, if anything, a picture of innocence. Not particularly sexy at all. Then, before the trio's eyes, the picture shifted. Susan was naked, blindfolded, and bound to a bar over a fire pit on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Her red hair cascading across her back, her freckles clearly visible on the swell of her ass. What was that? Weren't Wizarding photos supposed to be limited to one place? Had someone spliced two different photos together? Of course, Hermione's curiosity about the photo technique was overshadowed by Ron's curiosity about the article.


“My friend Hannah told me she was listing herself in this catalogue because she needed money for something. If whatever she wants is important enough to her that she's willing to be sold as meat to get it, I feel like as her friend I have to help her get it. That's why I'm putting myself up for sale.” Ron began as he read Susan's entry aloud. Hermione wondered whether this was an actual Gift of the Magi sort of scenario, or if both girls were just perverts looking for an excuse to be show off their bodies and turned on by the thought that they could get bought and snuffed because of it.


“Ever since I was a little girl I've been fascinated by kidnappings,” Ron continued. “Really? I never knew that about Susan. It's always the quiet ones innit?” He added, interjecting his own opinion into Susan's entry.


“Just finish reading the bit,” Harry admonished, eager to hear the rest.


“Right. I want to be kidnapped. I want to die without knowing who is killing me, or and how you're going to do it.” Ron paused. “You can pay my friend Hannah Abbot. She'll make sure that the doors to our dorm are unlocked so that you can surprise me and do whatever you want to me. Just don't let me know who you are."


“Wow,” Harry muttered. Hermione could empathize. Still, at least she had a good idea as to why Susanactually put herself up for sale.


“That sounds fun though, doesn't it?” Ron asked. “We're always being heroes, maybe you two should play the villains for a night?”


Hermione wasn't sure. It sounded like a lot of work, especially for the first girl Harry would pick out himself to snuff. Maybe later on, when they had a bit more practice? “Lets see what else is in here first before we make any decisions, okay?” Hermione offered as she turned the page.


The girl on the next page, Megan Jones, was painfully shy. Hermione recognized her as someone in their year, a Hufflepuff, but if her name hadn't been scrawled across the top of her entry page, Hermione would not have been able to recall it. That shyness seemed to carry over into her entry, because just like Susan Bones, she was fully dressed in her school robes; complete, Hermione noted, with the Hufflepuff crest. Megan was looking at them off the page and seemed to squeak and collapse in on herself, hiding. But, after a few seconds, Megan seemed to gather up her courage and opened her bulky robes to reveal an incredible amount of uncovered cleavage.


Megan's breasts were enormous, torpedo-shaped they dangled down unsupported. Hermione estimated that each one had to be the size of a large watermelon.


“Are those real?” Harry wondered.


“They can't be. Has to be an engorgement charm. Right, Hermione?” Ron asked. “Breast just don't grow that big, do they?”


“They do sometimes,” Hermione replied, speed reading through Megan's entry. “And I think these are real. Megan's interview says: 'I don't really need the money for anything, I'm just listing myself to get help with a problem. My breasts are just too big. Everyone keeps staring at them... they draw too much attention and... It makes me uncomfortable. I want someone to cut them off and cook them so that I can go back to not being noticed. They should be enough for at least four meals all by themselves. I set my price at 2 galleons because I just want to sell my breasts. I know that if you buy me, you'll be buying all of me. I'd appreciate if you let me go after roasting them, but... I'll understand if you want to snuff me anyway.”


“Wow,” Harry uttered, unsure what to think as he stared at Megan Jones' amazing tits.


“Two Galleons... Maybe if I ask Fred and George they'll lend me some?” Ron wondered. “It might be worth having to test their concoctions just to get to play with those. I wonder if she'd be grateful enough to let me fuck her?”


“Probably,” Hermione replied. “I mean, you'd own her, right?” Hermione continued, wondering how long that sort of relationship lasted if you decided not to kill the girl after all. Slavery was illegal in Britain, right? At what point did Megan Jones stop being Meat and become a person again?


“Who else is there?” Harry asked, interrupting Hermione's chain of thought.


“Well, next up is... Su Li?”


Su Li was laying naked on a cutting board in the kitchen. She was surrounded by knives stabbied into the board around her, with a pit of large bladed cutting knives hiding the nipples of her almost flat chest, and a large thick knife hiding the slit of her sex from view. Ron was trying to move his head to get a better angle, hoping that Su Li would shift and reveal something scandalous, but only the slow rise and fall of Su Li's chest revealed that the picture was anything besides a carefully crafted muggle image.


“What's with the knives?” Ron wondered, and harry stepped in to read the small blurb explaining Su Li's entry.


“I need 20 Galleons for a gift for my cousin's wedding next summer, That's why I'm putting myself up for sale.” Su Li's interview explained. “If you do end up buying me, I do have one request; ever since I was a little girl, I've loved knives. They're so sharp and clean. I really don't want to be cooked but I always wondered what it would be like to be slowly cut apart. There's a Japanese dish called 'Sashimi' where a fish is sliced up and served raw. I think I'd make some great sashimi, and I know I'd be smiling all the way until the end."


“That seems, messy,” Ron opined.


“Not with the right spells,” Hermione countered, “But yes, that sounds even more involved than Susan Bones' plan. Do you want to see the next entry?” Hermione asked.


“Yeah,” Harry replied.


“The next girl is... Tracey Davis,” Hermione revealed as she turned the page.


“She's a Slytherin, right?” Ron asked.


“Yes, I think so,” Hermione agreed.


“Feel free to eat her, mate,” Ron encouraged Harry. “She won't ruin our Quidditch chances.”


Tracey Davis was draped over a hand-cranked antique sausage grinder. Her robes were falling open, revealing her belly-baring halter-top beneath them. Tracey's belly button and was on full display, and the hip hugging set of jeans she was wearing certainly didn't hurt the sight of her. In her free hand, Tracey was holding a wickedly sharp-looking knife.


“My mom's been hinting that she plans to cook me over the Christmas break. So I figure if I sell myself now, then at least I'll get to have some fun before I'm cooked. I've always wondered what it would feel like to be disemboweled. I'm setting my price at 30 Galleons, but I'll go free to anyone who plans to cut me open and make me into Tracey Sausage. I don't care what you do with the rest of me after that. I'd probably make a nice stew. Everything tastes good in a stew.”


“Is she serious?” Ron asked.


“Probably?” Hermione replied. “But you probably shouldn't buy her Harry, no one should see how the Sausage gets made.”


“Was that a joke?” Ron marveled. “Hermione Just made a Joke!”


“I joke!” Hermione replied indignantly. “Just because you don't have a good sense of humor doesn't mean that-”


“Lets just turn to the next page, okay?” Harry asked, not willing to let his friends fight. Maybe later, but not right then when they were looking through the catalogue.


“Right, right.” Hermione agreed, remembering her plan to get Harry to buy another girl for the two of them to play with. “Next up is...”


“Cho Chang,” Harry replied, immediately recognizing the girl on the page in front of him.


Cho was oiled up, naked, and shiny, reclining in what seemed like a giant pan, but on a second's reflection, Harry and Hermione realized was in fact a giant wok; her hands roamed all over her oil covered body as they watched.


“Cho Chang,” Hermione began. “All my life I've been told to excel, to break free of tradition and restrictions, to forge my own path and not submit to anyone, but I don't want to excel, I want to surrender.”


“I don't actually need the money,” Hermione continued, reading Cho's confession, “But 20 galleons seems like a good price to make sure whoever intends to buy me is serious about wanting to buy me, and not just because they want to cook some girl meat.”


“I want to be ordered around, treated like meat, forced to embarrass myself, and forced to submit as you cook me. I want to be bound, tied up, and abused. I want whoever buys me to take away my freedom, to force me me to be the perfectly compliant traditional Chinese beauty I've always wanted to be, and then to snuff me. I don't care how you do it, I don't even care if you're a boy or a girl. As long as you want to oppress and abuse me, I'll be happy.”


“I want her,” Harry declared.


“Are you sure?” Hermione asked. “There are still some other girls in the back of this.”


“We can always buy them later,” Harry offered, “But this is Cho.”


“You still have a crush on her don't you?” Ron teased.


“Yeah, but... I mean... You can do that, right Hermione? You can give her what she wants? You did it to Ginny, right?” Harry asked.


“I can,” Hermione agreed. “But, don't you want to?”


“I'm not a big fan of that sort of thing, but I want Cho. If you can give her what she wants, she's yours. As long as I get to...”


“To eat her?” Hermione asked. “Or to fuck her?” the brunette asked, her red highlights shining in the dim light of the common room.


“Both,” Harry admitted, blushing. “Can you do it?”


Hermione nodded. “I'd be happy to break her in for you. I can buy her today if you have the money for her ready.”


“I do, let me go get it,” Harry agreed, rushing up to his dorm to grab the gold that Hermione would need.


Hermione smiled. She suspected Harry would go for Cho next, and she certainly didn't mind not having to share the Chinese bombshell as much as she'd assumed. Still, having Cho virtually to herself? That was a completely unexpected treat. As Harry handed her a bag full of galleons, Hermione began to make plans.


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Cho Chang was nervous. Luna Lovegood had vanished from the Ravenclaw dorms almost a week ago, and no one had said a thing. If she'd been hurt, or attacked, or had an accident, Cho was certain that Flitwick would have told them. She wasn't in the hospital wing either. That only left one possibility that Cho could think of. Luna had been bought. The catalogue was a dirty little secret tradition at Hogwarts. Cho had learned about it from Penelope Clearwater before she graduated. The staff overlooked it, intentionally. When a girl was purchased from the magazine, the professors ignored it and pretended the girl just never exisited at all.

It was really the only explanation that fit the facts. Luna been snuffed and eaten, and Cho had a sneaking suspicion as to who had done it.

Hermione Granger had been asking around about Luna's things. Cho hadn't given it any thought at the time, Hermione was a nice girl, it was probably just because she wanted d Luna to have her stuff back. It wasn't until last night, when she decided to read through her copy of the Hogwarts Meatgirl Catalogue that Cho had noticed Luna's asking price; her stuff, the same stuff Hermione had been asking about just before Luna disappeared.

It hadn't escaped Cho's notice that Ginny Weasley hadn't come down for breakfast either.

Hopefully itbwas a coincidence, because if Hermione Granger was buying girls out if the catalogue then Hermione's best friend probably knew about it too, and Harry Potter certainly had a reason to want her, and the money to afford her asking price.

Cho's heart raced in her chest. Most of the girls at Hogwarts were in this year's issue of the catalogue, she'd thought that airing her dirty little submissive fantasies like that was safe. Sure, there was an element of risk, but what girl would give her copy away when it meant that she might get eaten? The catalogues were safe from theft by boys in the girls' dorms, and with most of the girls in school already inside it seemed like a negligibke risk. Any girl listed in the catalogue who decided to start eating other girls would be purchased in self-defence once the patern was established; but Hermione wasn't in the catalogue. She'd checked.

It wasn't that Cho had lied in her entry, but it was supposed to just be a fantasy, there wasn't supposed to be any chance that she might actually be purchased...

Still, despite her fear, Cho had never been more aroused than she was right now. She was constantly turned on. The thought that she might be bought at any moment was at the forefront of her mind. It was hard to concentrate on her classwork, and although her pulse was pounding a mile a minute it was such a rush every time that Hermione passed her in the hallway without saying a word.

This time was different. Hermione looked like she was walking with a purpose. The brunette's hair had changed, formerly frizzy it was now straight with a slight wave to it, and shot through with faint red highlights that glimmered in the dim light of the torchlit hallway. But what really drove the change home was Hermione's face. The bookworm was looking right at her, and she was smiling.