Cho was squirming as Hermione approached and Hermione didn't know why. Sure their relationship had never been the greatest, especially since Cho had been bizarrely jealous of her friendship with Harry when the Asian girl was dating him, but that wasn't enough to peovoke this sort of reaction. Still, Cho didn't actually need to feel at ease for their coming transaction, so Hermione put her curiousity aside for later as she approached the slightly older girl.


"Cho," Hermione called out. "Can I speak with you? In private?"


Cho's eyes widened almost comicly as she visibly swallowed. She was clearly nervous. Hermione wondered why. It would make sense for Cho to be nervous once she knew why Hermione was approaching her, but not before that, right?


"Sure, Hermione," the raven-haired girl agreed hesitantly. "Do you want to slip into that classroom over there?" Cho asked, indicating an unused classroom nearby.


"That sounds like a good idea," Hermione agreed. "Lead the way."


Anxiousness suffused Cho's stride as she made her way to the abandoned classroom with Hermione close behind her. 


For Cho, the sound of the classroom door shutting behind Hermione echoed with a sort of finality. This was it, she was going to be meat.


Cho had shared her deepest, darkest fantasies in her entry, secure in her belief that they'd never have a chance of coming true, but now?


Cho felt like her stomach could leap out if her throat at any moment. She felt like she was at the top of a roller coaster about to hit a dive. And yet... 


Cho's cunt was dripping wet. Her plain white panties were completely soaked to the point where they'd probably turned translucent. The high-scoring Asian student had never been more aroused in her life than she was right in this moment.


"Why..." Cho swallowed dryly, trying to get her nerves under control. "What did you want to talk about?"


"I want to buy something from you," Hermione began, "but I need to see it first to find out if it's worth spending twenty galleons on."


Cho's heart plummeted. "You mean you want to buy..."


"You?" Hermione asked. "Yes. I've tried British cuisine, twice. Now I think it's time to broaden my horizons and sample some Chinese food."


"Chinese food..." Cho shivered. "You mean me."


"Only if you're good enough to eat. I jave the twenty galleons to buy you right here," Hermione explained, jingling the coin purse Harry gave her for emphasis, "but first? I want to see what I'm buying."


"You want me to strip," Cho realized, blushing.


"It's the same with a tart like you as it is at the grocery store, Cho. As the customer I need to see what I'm getting before I buy it. You put yourself up for sale, now strip."


Cho's pulse was pounding. She could feel herself becoming more and more aroused as Hermione began to degrade and dehumanize her. When she'd put herself up for sale it had been a lark. There was a risk, sure, but she never thought she might actually be ordered. And now Hermione, the same girl she was so jealous of when she was dating Harry, was ordering her to strip for her, to prove she was worth buying, worth the price that Hermione was about to pay for her. Cho felt like she was burning up, between the blood rushing to her face and the way her already sopping sex was heating up Cho was worried she might end up cooked without Hermione even having to buy her. Her heart was thumping wildly in her chest, but there was no escape. If Hermione wanted to buy her, she could, and once she did, with the School staff tacitly agreeing to the existence of the catalogue, Cho knew there was nothing she could do to stop Hermione from snugging her. Dear Merlin! Why was she so turned on by that fact!?


"Of course Hermione," Cho nodded, shrugging off her Ravenclaw robes and undressing until the only thing left on her body was her shoes and socks, everything else was piled and folded neatly on the desk at the head of the room with her wand placed carefully on top of it.


Cho tried to steady her nerves as Hermione circled her, pacing as she stared at the Asian girl's naked body.


"Not very meaty are you?" Hermione asked, reaching out to play with one of Cho's swollen nipples. "Barely any breast meat at all."


Hermione pulled her hand away, leaving Cho clearly yearning for her touch. "So? Why should I buy you?" Hermione asked. "You're not the only Chinese food for sale you know, I could buy Su Li instead. Or, I suppose there's nothing more British than enjoying Indian food. I could always buy the Patils for the same twenty galleons it would cost to buy you. Why should I cook you when I could have twins instead?"


Cho's eyes widened. What was going on? Hermione wanted her to convince her? But... Cho didn't want to be eaten! It felt surreal. What was Hermione doing? "I- Please, don't want to be eaten," Cho pleaded.


"You put yourself up for sale didn't you? You knew you might be bought. It's not your job to pick or choose who will buy you. A whore might have the luxury of picking clients Cho, but you're not even a whore. You're just meat," Hermione insisted. "Now tell me what kind of meat you are. What's so special about you that you're worth twenty Galleons when I could buy a pair of sexy Indian twins for the same price. It's certainly not your breasts," Hermione argued, poking her fingers into Cho's soft, but lacking, mounds.


Cho flinched. It wasn't that Hermione was hurting her, she wasn't. Non the reason for the slender girl's reaction was something else, the growing arousal she felt at Hermione's touch, and the excitement that flared with Hermione's every word as she degraded the Asian soon-to-be meatgirl.


*Thwack!* Cho jumped as Hermione swatted her behind, the brunette's hand lingering behind to squeeze. "Your rump is way too small to feed anyone, so It can't be that either, can it?" Hermione deduced.


Cho's stomach was roiling as Hermione berated her. It was true that she'd priced her life at twenty galleons to be prohibitively expensive, but at least part of her was certain that she was worth far more than that. 


Hermione clearly disagreed.


All her life Cho had been told to excel, to be the best. How had it come to this? She wasn't even fit to be a meatgirl, was she? Bit by bit Hermione was tearing into her, showing her just how worthless she was, just how much she'd overestimated her own value.


"Maybe you're a well-practiced slut. Is that it? You said in your spread that you didn't mind who bought you. You'd take boys or girls just as easily. You must be extremely good at giving head to be worth twenty galleons, aren't you?" Hermione surmised, slowly kneading Cho's ass as she spoke.


Cho shook her head, tears starting to pool in the corners of her eyes.


"What's that? Speak up!" Hermione demanded.


"I'm not!" Cho replied. "I'm not!"


Hermione glared at her, frowning. "All that money and you can't even give decent head? Maybe it's your pussy then?" Hermione guessed, gliding her fingers down the curve of Cho's ass to her absolutely soaked cunt.


Cho gasped as, without any warning, Hermione slipped two fingers into the Asian tart's sopping wet snatch.


"Hmmm... maybe you do have one redeeming quality after all. This is worth at least five galleons..." Hermione explained. "Now we just have to find those other fifteen galleons you cost."


Cho trembled as Hermione finger fucked her, not caring at all what Cho thought about the violation. She shuddered as Hermione withdrew her fingers, drying them off in the long tresses of the naked girl's own hair. Cho felt debased, worthless, and vulnerable, but she was also more turned on than she could remember being in her entire life.


"Your legs are nice enough that I'm willing to tack on another galleon for them, but the rest of you isn't worth more than a couple of sickles. Hmmm... are you obedient? That has to be it right? You're incredibly obedient. You're the perfect obedient little oriental stereotype of a woman, aren't you? I'm not sure I'd prize obedience that highly, but I'm sure there are some that might. Is that why you're worth twenty galleons?" Hermione asked, cuttingly.


"I'm not..." Cho whimpered.


"I'm sorry," Hermione replied. "I couldn't hear you just now. What was that?"


"I'm not!" Cho shouted.


"Not what? Obedient?" Hermione wondered teasingly.


"I'm not worth twenty galleons..." Cho admitted, unsure if she was just saying that to make sure Hermione wouldn't buy her or if she was actually telling the truth.


"Well then I suppose you're going to offer me a discount to buy your overpriced meat then?" Hermione asked playfully.


"No," Cho replied. This was all so surreal. It couldn't be happening could it? Maybe Hermione would buy her and maybe she wouldn't, but Cho wasn't about to make herself more tempting by lowering her price, even if she wasn't worth what she was asking for.


"No?" Hermione asked, intrigued.


"If you don't want me, don't buy me," Cho explained. "Just... leave me alone," she pleaded.


Hermione gently rubbed Cho's shoulders, consoling her. "You know, if it were up to me I wouldn't buy you," Hermione admitted, sending Cho's hopes soaring. "Unfortunately for you, this isn't my money."


Cho's stomach dropped like a rock.


"These twenty galleons are Harry's," Hermione declared. "You know, Harry was surprised to see you listed in the catalogue? I was just surprised at you price," the brunette chided, hammering home her story about Cho's worthlessness. "He wanted a taste of you as soon as he saw your spread. The sight of you, all oiled up in that wok like that? Well, Harry decided he wanted you right then and there," Hermione explained.


"So you're buying me anyway?" Cho asked. She felt like she was floating, disconnected from reality.


"Even though you're overpriced and certainly not worth it," Hermione agreed. "Here you go," she said, handing over the bag of galleons Cho had asked for in her catalogue entry. "And now, you're officially meat."


"What now?" Cho wondered, wiping the tears from her eyes.


"Right now? We're going to show Harry just what he's purchased." Hermione paused, walking over to the door and summoning her patronus, a silver otter, to bring a message to her partner in crime. "After that? Well, I don't want Harry being cheated, so I guess I'll have to  get the full value out of you through other means..."


Cho's breath hitched. "And... how are you going to do that?" She asked uncertainly.


"You said it yourself in your entry didn't you?" Hermione explained, pulling out the catalogue from the picket of her robe and opening it to Cho's spread. "'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.' That sounds a like a plan doesn't it? A girl like that might be worth around... maybe fifteen galleons I'd say. The rest we can make up in entertainment."


"Entertainment?" Cho wondered, but it was too late. With a loud crash the door slammed open and Harry stood, shadowed in the door frame. Cho's first instinct was to cover up, but Hermione grabbed her wrists and kept them down by her waist to keep her exposed for Harry to see.