Okay, here's the next bit.

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"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.

"Is that-?"

"Cho?" Hermione asked completing Harry's question for him. "In the flesh."

Cho tried to calm her breathing. She was Naked in front of Harry Potter. Her old boyfriend, her second crush. They'd never gotten this close when they were dating, and now he could see her... all of her!

"She's incredible..." Harry marveled, his eyes drinking her in with an intensity Cho had never seen from him when they were dating.

"You overpaid," Hermione retorted.

"It's just money," Harry waved off Hermione's concern.

"I suppose that's true. It's not like Cho needed it either."

"You'll make sure she gets what she does want, right?" Harry confirmed.

Cho could feel her arousal building as the pair of them talked over her like she wasn't theren like her presence didn't matter any more than the desk at the head of the room, or than any other piece of furniture. They were right to, she was meat now, but still...

"Of course," Hermione agreed. "I know just how to treat a submissive little slut like her. In fact... Get on your knees, meat.”

Cho was following Hermione's instructions before she even realized what was happening.

“From now on you'll follow my rules,” Hermione explained. “First, I'll be taking your panties. You won't be wearing anything that might restrict our access to that pretty little pussy of yours until we finish eating you.”

Cho swallowed, hard. No more panties? She'd be vulnerable to every passing hand, her privates exposed by the slightest breeze to every wandering eye... And it would only stop when-

“Second, we own you now, so you'll make yourself available to us if we ask. If Harry wants to fuck you in the middle of your History of Magic class? You let him. If I tell you to eat me out in the middle of dinner, you will. Do you understand?”

Numbly, Cho nodded.

Hermione narrowed her eyes. “I asked if you understood.”

“Yes,” Cho choked out. “I understand.”

“Good,” Hermione smiled. “That's what I want to hear. Now, let's test that shall we? Harry, did Cho ever give you a blowjob when you dated her?”

“Definitely not,” Harry replied. “I'd have remembered that.”

“Well, she's going to now,” Hermione smiled, and Cho's eyes went wide in shock. “Feel free to fuck the face of this little meat slut as hard as you want, you did just buy her, after all...”

“Are you sure?” Harry asked, glancing at Cho to make sure it was okay.

“I'm sure,” Hermione replied. “You heard Cho's interview in the catalogue, she wants to be treated like a submissive little snuff slut. So that's what you have to do.”

Cho didn't say a word. She couldn't. Everything was moving so fast! It felt like she was in a strange and terrible dream. Before she knew it Harry was standing in front of her unzipping his pants.

Was she really going to do this? She'd never given a blowjob in her life. It was filthy, something she wasn't supposed to be doing as the good girl she was supposed to be. But... she wasn't that girl any more, was she? Hermione was right, she'd sold her self as meat, that's what she was now. No one would care if she gave her owner a blowjob, would they? And if they did, what did it matter? She'd probably be snuffed and eaten before the week was out.

Her decision made, when Harry fished out his turgid cock, Cho took hold of it with both hands and brought the tip to her mouth.

It tasted... salty, like sweat. It smelled like it too, the heavy musk of Harry's maleness assailing her nose as she slowly swallowed his member.

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Harry groaned as he felt Cho's lips envelop him. The humid warmth of Cho's mouth was amazing as she began to suck on his cock like the enthusiastic amateur she was. This was a dream. How often had he fantasized about this very moment, looking down to to see Cho looking back at him with bedroom eyes and her lips wrapped tight around his manhood? It was everything He'd dreamed of and more.

This wasn't Harry's first blowjob. He'd gotten one from Hermione when she showed him just what sort of meat he'd given her the money to buy, and another from Ginny's ghost after they finished frying her, but this was different. Hermione's blowjob had been good, but it had felt like Hermione had read about the proper technique in a textbook and decided to apply it step by step, which come to think of it was probably exactly what had happened... Cho's attempt on the other hand was frantic and eager. It was sloppy and amateurish, but it felt better, in every way, than Hermione's had. Cho needed his cock, Harry was absolutely convinced of it. Hermione's blowjob wasn't bad, in fact Harry had quite enjoyed it, but it wasn't anywhere near a match for Cho's.

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Cho gagged as Harry came in hot spurts in her mouth. She'd known it was coming, but the reality of it still managed to surprise her.

Harry's warm seed splattered against her togue sliding down the back of her throat. It tasted bitter and basic, but she swallowed it as best she could. Harry owned her now, the better she pleased him, the longer he might keep her alive. Merlin! Harry owned her now! He had actually bought her! And... and Hermione!

Cho's heart raced in her chest as she struggled to come to terms with her new position in life. Naked, kneeling on the floor in front of her new masters... What was she going to do now!?

"Well," Hermione spoke up expectantly. "What do you say when someone gives you a gift, meat?"

It took Cho a second to realize who Hermione was talking to, to realize who she meant... She meant her! She wanted to- what did she say?

"Oh!" Cho replied as Harry's cock popped free from the warm embrace of her mouth as she finished sucking it clean. She blushed; Hermione's chidings combining with her sense of shame at what she'd just done to paint her cheeks a flush rose. "Thank you." Cho replied as politely as she could, but with the taste of Harry's cum lingering on her tongue and the embarassment of what she'd just done only served to deepen her mortification.

"Very good, meat," Hermione congratulated her, rewarding her with a condescending pat on the head. Cho froze as the reality of what was happening caught up to her once more, but Hermione didn't mind. The once bushy-haired girl bent down to pick up Cho's still moist plain white panties from the pile of her clothes.

"White? That's a bit disappointing, isn't it, Harry?" Hermione asked rhetorically, continuing before Harry could reply. "You won't be needing these anymore, meat. Meat makes itself available to its owners. You won't wear anything at all beneath that skirt of yours, understood?"

Cho nodded.

"If I thought, you could get away without wearing anything at all until we decide to eat you, I'd be taking your school robes as well," Hermione stated matter-of-factly. "What do you think, Harry? Are you satisfied with your purchase?"

"So far, yeah," Harry replied. "But you can't really be sure if your ingredients are good until you start cooking."

"I suppose that is true," Hermione agreed. "You know, I could test that for you..." Hermione offered, trailing off.

"How?" Harry asked, more curious than anything. They couldn't taste Cho until they cooked her, and once theybstarted cooking her it wouldn't exactly be a test, would it?

"Watching this little meat girl suck you off got me thinking, she doesn't exactly need her reproductive tract anymore, does she? She's girlmeat now, not a girlfriend. So, what do you think about letting her cook them for breakfast tomorrow. I'll wake up early and meet her in the kitchen so that she can stir-fry her womb and ovaries for us. I can heal her up after she's done frying them and have the house elves keep it warm for us and send our breakfast up to us in the main hall once it's time for breakfast. That way we can get a taste of your new purchase while it's fresh, and you won't even have to wake up early for it."

Cho trembled as she realized just how serious Hermione was about eating her. They would be well within their rights to make her do it too. She was meat and they owned her now, utterly and completely. Merlin! Cho wasn't sure if she was trembling in fear... or anticipation.

Harry's eyes widened. "Can we really do that to her?" He asked, and Cho's heart lept in response. Hope mixed with terror and disappointment in her breast, clouding her mind and making her mute. Was Harry really okay with this?

"I don't see why not? She's meat now, we're allowed to cook her. Nothing I read says that it has to be all at once," Hermione explained. "So, does Chinese stir-fry sound like a good choice for breakfast tomorrow?" Hermione asked, her voice hopeful.

Harry frowned, uncertainly. Something rubbed him the wrong way about it, but Hermione was right... Cho did sell herself as meat, and Ginny and Luna had been so delicious... and it wasn't like he'd be able to find out what his tasted like without actually eating her... He looked at Cho. She seemed conflicted, but she wasn't actually saying anything against the idea.

"Okay, sure," Harry agreed. "I'll probably sleep until breakfast usually starts, but stir-fried Cho sounds pretty good to me," Harry admitted.

Cho struggled to keep her jaw from falling open. Harry agreed? She... despite all the evidence, despite the disappearances, part of her assumed he wasn't serious, that he might just be buying her as a sex slave; but no, they really intended to cook her! Cho could feel her privates heating up against her will at the thought. Her mind flitted from possibility to posibility as she pondered how they planned to do her in. Was this the first step in a pattern? Taking her apart piece by piece each meal until eventually there was nothing left to sustain her? Cho shivered at the thought as she imagined her own body, helpless, stripped of all her limbs, bared and ready for all of for Harry and Hermione's depraved fantasies. She swallowed dryly.

"Thanks, Harry!" Hermione beamed. "I promise this will be worth it." Slowly, she turned to Cho. "I expect you to be in the kitchen two hours before breakfast, understand?"

The naked Asian coed nodded swiftly. She understood.

"Ah! Look at the time! We're almost late for History class!" Hermione realized. "You're free to go, meat. Make sure to find a nice recipe in the library tonight; I want you tasting your best tomorrow. Harry and I will figure out how to cook the rest of you soon enough... Also! Don't forget what I said before! You're ours now, and we expect you to make yourself available when we want to use you."

With that, Hermione grabbed Harry by the wrist and dragged him out of the classroom, barely giving him any time to fix his fly before they left. The door shut behind them, echoing gravely in the nearly empty room. In the barely lit classroom, Cho Chang knelt on the floor, naked, slowly coming to terms with her new lot in life.

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To Be Continued.