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"Is that... that's really her," Harry stared at the tempting sight that greeted him as he entered the Room of Requirement. Cho was bound, completely naked save fora blindfold in an artful wooden set of stocks with a guillotine blade set in front of them. Cho's breasts dangled as freely as her legs as she moaned and gasped hanging from the ceiling, her neck and wrists locked into the stocks. She was covered in sauce, and the thin pale scar that Cho had picked up serving them her own womb for breakfast was brought into stark relief by it.

Hermione laughed. "Harry, you had her stir-fried womb for breakfast! Cho's fate was never really in doubt."

Harry nodded, Hermione's gentle admonishment not enough to tear his eyes away from the glory in front of him. "I know, but even after Ginny it still feels weird. Eating girls, I mean. I'm still not expecting them to be okay with it."

"Well, Cho is more than okay with it, she practically begged me to eat her," Hermione repliedas if correcting a misstated fact on his home work, only the exaggerated sway of the brunette's hips giving away just how pleased that notion made her.

Harry didn't know where to look. Cho was breath-taking clad in nothing but marinade and the instrument of her own demise, but Hermione... even fully clothed in herschool blouse and skirt, Hermione pulled at his attention. The memory of her warm sex caressing his cock, the feeling of cumming inside her, he couldn't get Hermione ouTV of his mind. She was his first, and sure he'd fucked Cho since, and even Ginny indirectly, both through Hermione's use of Polyjuice, and through Ginny's ghost at times, but something about that first time, as he and Hermione watched Ginny fry together, was special. There was a magic to it that Harry hadn't experienced with Cho when he fucked her on the pitch. Hermione had rebuffed his attempts to relive that moment with him so far, directing him to use his new Chinese fucktoy, but she was clearly in the mood now, and Harry wasn't about to let this opportunity pass him by.

Gently, Harry reached forward to envelop his best friend in an embrace, pulling her close. Hermione didn't resist. She wasn't overly affectionate, and she certainly didn't 'melt in his arms' like he had read in a novel once, but Harry got the sense that she didn't mind his affections, even as her eyes were locked on the squirming, mewling form of Cho instead of him. But that was okay, Cho was certainly exciting Harry to greater heights of Ardor himself!

Harry pressed his cock between the swell of Hermione's rump, only thin layers of fabric seperating both of them from satisfaction.

Hermione realized what Harry wanted. She'd thought more than a little about Harry since their last encounter watching Ron's sister being snuffed and, despite knowing that he was attractive, despite him being her best friend, Hermione just wasn't attracted to him. To any men, really. She didn't want him the way she'd wanted Luna or Ginny, her heart didn't race at the sight of his cock the way it did for Cho's lovely tits.

Hermione wanted women, and guven the evidence nestled against her behind, Harry was most decidedly not a woman.

Still, Hermione was snuffing Harry's fucktoy, and the sight of Cho squirming in front of her was mking her more than wet with arousal... It wouldn't be amiss to reward him for sharing this with her, and if a dark corner of her mind murmured about Pavlovian conditioning making Harry more likely to buy girls in the future of she rewarded him for it, well, that really was more of an afterthought wasn't it?

Harry gasped as Hermione reached back to squeeze his cock through his slacks before unbuttoning his pants to get at it more directly.

Of course, Harry wasn't exactly idle either. His hands fumbled with the buttons of Hermione's blouse, removing them and loosening her tie enough to expose the racy black lace bra that Hermione had, unknown to Harry, taken from their soon to be meal and hit with a resizing charm to make it fit.

Hermione fished Harry's rod out from his boxers and through his fly. Even if she wasn't really into him there was something deliciously erotic about fucking Cho's crush mere meters away from where she hung, blindfolded and practically deaf from Hermione's spellwork.

Harry loved the feel of Hermione's cool fingers around his cock, but it was taking too long to get whag he needed. Harry reaxhed down beneath his best friend's skirt and instead of taking off her matching black lace panties, gently shoved them to the side to make room for his turgid arousal.

Hermione knew excatly what Harry wanted, and since this was more for his benefit than hers, and since the sight of Cho's well-sauced body was making her more than wet enough to accomodate him, Hermione had no need to prolong their foreplay.

She gasped as Harry sank his cock into her damp snatch. She'd never get used to this feeling, this... fullness. She coukd feel Harry's hands, slipping underneath her bra, rough and calloused from quidditch and gardening, as they began to fondle her breasts, caressing them tenderly, pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers. They weren't at all like Cho's hands, the slender Asian fingers that Hermione had set to service her, but staring at Cho as she wriggled gently in Hermione's invention, the brunette could imagine they were.

Harry was in heaven as Hermione's cunt squeezed around his cock, her hips pumping back and forth upon his rod. Je'd missed this. There was something special about fucking Hermione. Knowing it was his best friend who he was buried to the hilt inside? There was nothing like it. Even Cho's abject submission and base surrender to his whims didn't quite match it. Hermione was special, and if it took cooking another girl to get her in the mood for this? Well, Harry didn't mind paying that price, for as long as she'd hve him. It was an experience they could share together.

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Harry was the very picture of youthful exhuberance, but Hermione wasn't about to do a job half way. Even though she wasn't into Harry the way he was into her, he was still her friend, and Hermione wanted him to be happy. So, ever since they'd bought the Asian snuff slut dangling in front of them, Hermione had been reading. Books, Magazines, how to please your wizard, Hermione had read them all. She'd even gone up into Harry's dorm to talk to Ginny's ghost, and while the redhead still thought she'd be better for Harry than Hermione, she'd given Hermione plenty of advice with the aim of keeping Harry happy.

Hermione now put all of that advice, that knowledge into use. She rocked her hips in the perfect rhythm, squeezing her slit in time with the motion, she squirmed and moaned as she rode him, she let her fingers trace up and down his arms. Every trick Hermione had picked up she put into practice, all with the aim of giving Harry the best fuck he'd ever have. It was working.

Harry was panting, desperate with arousal as Hermione fucked him with an almost nymphomaniacal thoroghness. Maybe it was good that Hermione would only do this on special occassions, because Harry wasn't sure he'd survive this treatment if it happened every day. He was at his limit, and with a pleased groan, Harry came inside her, filling Hermione's cunt with his seed.

Hermione slipped off him, covering her still-leaking cunt with Cho's black lace panties.

"Did you? Was it good for you?" Harry asked, and Hermione wasn't sure how to respond. She couldn't lie, that would just give Harry a false sense of what sex was, she hadn't cum, and there was very little that Harry could do to change that, but... Telling the truth would just make Harry sad...

"I'll get mine later," Hermione admitted after a moment as she eyed Cho's sauce-drenched cunt. "This was all for you."

Harry nodded, a bit disappointed, but still satiated enough that he wasn't upset. If Hermione was okay with it, there really was no reason for him to object after all, was there?

Hemione gave Harry a brief kiss on the cheek to reassure him. The sex honestly wasn't bad, it just wasn't her thing. With that in mind Hermione turned to her next task; preparing dinner.

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Cho was treated to the sight of a freshly fucked mistress as Hermione removed her blindfold. The younger girl's hair was tousled, her shirt was open, baring her breasts beneath a bra that Cho clearly recognized as her own. Hermione's skirt was rumpled, and Harry's cum was leaking down her thigh. She looked in every aspect the very image of a girl thoroughly satiated by her boyfriend's cock. Well, every aspect but her expression. Hermione's eyes were sharp, and willed with an almost sadistic pleasure at what they both knew was about to happen to the useless fucktoy before her. She looked alive and energetic, not relaxed and lazing in an afterglow of pleasure. For Hermione, the highlight of the night was yet to come, and they both knew that Cho would not survive it.

With a wave of her wand, Hermione cancelled her previous spell, allowing the noise of the room to intrude on Cho once more.

"Do you want to know how you'll be served?" Hermione asked her, and Cho's heart skipped a beat.

"Yes Mistress!" she eagerly replied.

"I've decided to make Peking Cho," Hermione admitted. "Don't worry, I cast a spell upon you earlier to make sure you survive until I'm finished with you. You're going to give Harry one last blowjob before it's time to throw you out with the leftovers."

Cho shuddered in a heady mix of fear and arousal as her mistress calmly declared her fate.

"I've found a curse that should cook you perfectly, the countercurse is fairly simple, any witch could cast it, but it would probably be beyond a useless meatslut like you, even if you did want to escape your fate, isn't that right, Dinner?"

Cho wanted to nod, but the blade in front of her neck prevented it. Hermione had taken her wand and locked her wrists. She couldn't cast a counterspell even if she wanted to. And she didn't, want to that is. This was what Hermione had bought her for. This was what her mistress wanted. She owned Cho now, so this was what would happen. Her only options now were to resist... or submit. And Cho knew which one she had chosen.

"Yes, Mistress," Cho agreed. Her fate was sealed.

To Be Continued...