Hermione was absolutely dripping wet, and not just from Harry's cum which was still leaking from between her lower lips. The sight of Cho meekly submitting to her own execution sent a sort of lustful electricity surging through her, stiffening her nipples and moistening her creampied cunt. Hermione wanted to behead her slave right then, but she had plans for Cho that needed her whole for at least a few minutes more.

Stepping up to Cho with her wand in hand, Hermione eyed the Asian beauty's long black hair. It would be perfect. Hermione didn't need all of it; after all, a bald trophy wouldn't really do justice to how lovely Cho looked in life, but she did need a few hairs for what she had planned.

Hermione gathered Cho's silky locks in a pony tail, and with a swish of her wand, she cut off the end, removing a fingertip's length from the end. Then, before the hair could fall, another swish conjured a little pouch to hold it in and gathered it all inside. With that done, there was no longer any reason to keep Cho alive. Polyjuice ingredients had to be gathered from a living subject, but once they were it didn't exactly matter to the potion if the subject stayed that way. And with the amount of hair that Hermione had just gathered, she and Harry wouldn't be running out of ingredients for a very long time...

Hermione turned to Cho. "You may be wondering why I just cut your hair, Dinner. Well don't worry, we aren't going to keep you alive for much longer," Hermione began explaining. "Despite your complete lack of skill, Harry enjoyed fucking your useless oriental cunt. So I suggested what if you could give her talented little cunt to a girl with real skill at using it?" Hermione paused. "That's what your hair is for. Polyjuice. That's all you'll ever be, Dinner. Just a flavor on a menu for Harry to choose from. Whether it's sex," Hermione drew the word out as she reached down to stroke Cho's supremely sensitive lower lips, "or something much more satisfying."

The hungry expression in both Hermione's eyes and in her tone left no question in the minds of either other person in the room just what Hermione meant by "more satisfying."

"Now that we have everything we need from you..." Hermione practically purred as she leaned closer to her prey, her fingers gripping the back of the blade she'd balanced in the locks in front of Cho's throat. "I don't see any reason why you need to remain in one piece."

With that, Hermione slid the blade effortlessly through Cho's neck, beheading her.

Cho's body dropped in its prison, now suspended solely by its wrists, her cleanly cut neck having slipped free from its bonds. Cho's head blinked, still alive by the grace of Hermione's earlier spell, and still suspended atop the stocks, balanced on the blade that ended her prior existence.

"How does it feel? Being meat?" Hermione asked. "Your life is mine to command, you'll die as soon as I stop wanting to keep you alive. You won't even last the night. Your life is over, Dinner. You're just a sex toy and a meal right now, and soon you won't even be that."

Cho's eyes filled with an equal measure of fear and wonder. She was dead. She was dumbstruck by the realization. Her body was just too stupid to catch on yet. Tears fell down her eyes. "Thank you mistress. For giving me this opportunity to serve you while I cook."

Hermione smiled happily, enjoying Cho's abject submission even in the face of death.

"As much as I enjoyed your not completely untalented tongue this past week, you won't be serving me tonight. Now that you no longer need to breathe, you'll be the perfect portable cocksleeve for Harry until we finish eating you."

Cho's eyes opened wide as Hermione gathered her hair in a ponytail and used it as a handle to carry her head over to Harry, over by the couch where he had sat down.

Harry looked up, sort of at a loss at what Hermione wanted to do with Cho's remains, but before he could voice his questions, Cho spoke up, her voice soft and almost trembling.
“Master... can I... can I suck your cock for you?” Cho asked, her eyes glistening with an almost innocent desire. As far as Harry could tell, bringing him pleasure was Cho's only wish, as if Hermione's training and beheading had reduced her to a much simpler creature than the once complex girl he had dated.

What could Harry say? As a last request it wasn't something he'd mind granting, nor was it particularly difficult to do.

“Of course you can,” Harry replied, grasping Cho by the cheeks as Hermione handed her over and sauntered back over to Cho's hanging body to put the finishing touches on their dinner.

Harry looked deeply into Cho's eyes. There was something he wanted to say, something he was sure Hermione probably felt as well, but almost certainly hadn't mentioned. “Thank you,” Harry explained as he saw Cho's eyes light up with confusion at his words. “Thank you for this, for listing yourself in the catalogue, for playing along with Hermione's games, for submitting yourself like this. For... for letting Hermione snuff you. Thank you for all of it Cho, I really appreciate it.”

Cho gazed into the warmth of Harry's smile. It was so kind, so genuine, that Cho didn't know what to say to it. She blushed, though by all logic she probably shouldn't have been able to, and decided to respond in kind. “Thank you Harry. For buying me, I mean. I was- I was just a sad, confused girl before. Before you bought me, I mean. I didn't- I couldn't- I was a mess. You and Hermione showed my my real purpose. I've never been as happy as I have been since I accepted my place at your feet,” Cho paused, “And... and on your table,” She looked up, tears rimming her eyes. “So, thank you. For all of this.”

Harry brought the head into a hug, hiding her tears from view, her voice muffled in his shirt as Hermione cast two spells, one right after another, at Cho's hanging meat. He could hear Cho cry out, though from agony or ecstacy Harry couldn't tell, and when he pulled her head back so that he could see, Cho's face was flushed and she was breathing heavily, despite having nowhere for the breath to go.

“Please master,” Cho repeated, “Can I suck your cock?”

Harry nodded wordlessly, and brought her still-living head down over his turgid member.

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Hermione smiled as she finished up her spells, one loosening Chos' skin so it would become crispy like the Peking duck she'd based the recipe on, and another to cook the Asian beauty's body as it hung, helplessly in front of them. Looking over, Harry seemed to be enjoying himself immensely as he maneuvered Cho's head up and down his dick, deep-throating the girl now that she had no need for air anymore. She was glad.

It was clear that Harry enjoyed fucking her, but Hermione just wasn't that into men. Before learning of how incredible her girl-snuffing fetish made her feel Hermione might have been able to just 'lie back and think of England' as her mother had advised her in their talk over the summer, but now? She'd never be satisfied doing that. She wanted Harry to be happy, but she couldn't give him everything he wanted. Hermione wondered if Harry realized that. He was always more perceptive than people gave him credit for.

The curse she'd chosen to cook Peking Cho was especially quick acting, She'd be done in around five to ten minutes, maybe fifteen on the outside, which should be long enough for Harry to get his rocks off before it was time to eat.

Though she drew no real appreciation from the sight of Harry's cock, seeing Cho degraded like this was keeping her more than a little aroused. She could tell from the way Cho's eyes moved and the expression on her face that Cho could feel every single sensation that her body was undergoing right now, pseudo-flensing and cooking both. Idly Hermione wondered how it felt. Cho seemed to be enjoying it, and while Ginny wasn't as much of a fan, Luna had cum several times on the spit. Hermione wasn't about to get snuffed herself, but she was curious, in an academic sort of way. Just what drove these girls to let themselves be snuffed like this?

She stared at the almost rhythmic sight of Cho being pulled up and down on her friend's cock. Or was Harry her boyfriend now? Hermione hoped not. She should get him something to satisfy him soon, a sex toy maybe? And make clear that they weren't exclusive and she didn't expect him to be. It would be sad if Harry wasted his Hogwarts years pining away for her, after all.

Soon, all too soon, when Hermione turned to glance at Cho's hanging body she realized she was done. Quickly muttering the counterspell to the cooking curse, Hermione hit the body with a charm to keep it floating and undid the locks.


Carefully, Hermione floated their dinner to the table in front of the couch and retrieved the sliced cucumbers, scallions, sweet bean paste, and thin, almost crepe-like spring pancakes from where she'd hidden them after the house elves had finished cooking them for her earlier in the day.

“Are you ready to eat?” Hermione asked warmly, even though Harry was clearly not quite there yet.

His eyes were screwed in concentration, and Cho's head was at the top of his cock, her tongue working furiously to bring her master off one last time before she was devoured. Slowly he pushed her down his shaft, his cock sinking deeper and deeper into Cho's throat until Hermione could almost see the tip of it through the base of Cho's neck.

“Almost... Nnnngh!” Harry's whole body trembled as the orgasm ran through him, semen flying out of Cho's neck to hit in strings on the edge of the table, one string in particular landing on the top-most pancake in the pile. Harry's cum dripped slowly out of the base of Cho's neck, oozing from her guillotine wound in much the same way that Harry's prior cumshot was oozing from Hermione's own cunt.

“Ah! Sorry!” Harry called out as he stared at the defiled pancake, horrified.

“Don't worry about it,” Hermione stated, picking up the pancake to reveal the wealth of untouched pancakes beneath it. “Semen is perfectly safe to eat, it's mostly water, sugar, and various enzymes and proteins,” she explained, using her wand to cut a few slices from Cho's steaming breasts and thighs and placing them on the semen-stained piece of food. “at most it would add a bit of flavor to the meal, a bit of salt maybe,” she continued as she added the cucumbers and scallions, drizzling the sweet bean paste over the top of one of Cho's crispy, golden brown nipples before folding the pancake around the combination and taking a bite.

“Mmmm! She really is delicious!” Hermione gushed, gently pulling Cho's head off of Harry's cock and pl;acing it on the table before grabbing a pancake and using it to wipe the excess fluids off of Harry's still somewhat erect cock. “You really should enjoy her while she's hot.”

Harry nodded and, having seen Hermione demonstrate the proper way to prepare their meal, prepared a pancake of his own; a clean one, free of semen. He carefully carved off one of Cho's lower lips, missing the shiver of delight that crossed the fucktoy's face as he sliced her labia free, and then combining it with the other ingredients, drizzled it with the bean paste and bit in.

“Oh, wow! This is even better than Ginny was!” Harry agreed. “You're absolutely incredible, Cho!”

Cho's semen-stained cheeks blushed, her eyes gazing downwards as she accepted the praise shyly. “Thank you master, but Mistress Hermione did all of the work.”

Hermione had been busy during asll og this, taking a slice from Cho's calf and preparing the morsel in the now semen-stained piece she'd used to clean Harry off. And now the piece was ready to eat.

“Now now, Dinner. I couldn't have made such a wonderful meal without the incredible quality of the main ingredients. Here, have a bite and you'll see just why you needed to be snuffed for this amazing meal.” Hermione Slowly fed Cho her own calf, one bite at a time until it was all gone, surreptitiously vanishing it once Cho was finished swallowing. “Well? What do you think?” Hermione asked eagerly once Cho finished eating.

Cho was in a daze. Simply put, the meal that Hermione had put together was the most delectable thing she'd ever tasted. If not for the Spell that Hermione had on her to keep her alive, Cho was sure she might have died from the sheer pleasure of consuming it. She was incredible! As meat, she'd surpassed anything she could have dreamed of! She was a masterpiece! She'd always harbored doubts about her fate, even though her mistress had insisted she be snuffed, that she belonged on a table, part of Cho had thought that more about Hermione's own wishes than anything objectively observable. But now? Now there was no doubt in her mind. She was food. She was food all along and just didn't know it. This meal was exactly what she was meant to be, and Hermione, her Mistress, was the kindest person in the world for allowing her to share in it.

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Harry was in heaven! Cho tasted absolutely incredible! Ever since Hermione had revealed just what the delicious meat she'd shared with them really was, he'd always had doubts about actually obtaining it. Snuffing girls, even if they were delicious... was it really okay? But those doubts always fell away completely when the taste of girlmeat hit his tongue once more. Cho was incredible! Harry would miss her once she was gone of course, but that yearning will always be joined to the memory of the past few days and the taste of her cunt upon his tongue. Harry's memories of 'Cho the Girl' were inextricably tied to those of 'Cho the Sex Slave' now, not to mention 'Cho the Meal.' He couldn't miss just one anymore. The feel of her cunt around his cock was tied to the crispy feeling of her nipple as he pit into his slice of breast. Their date at Hogsmeade was now tangled up in their encounter beneath the quidditch stands. Cho's tears and her happy submission were two sides of the same delicious coin.

Despite just reaching release, Harry's cock was almost painfully hard right now. The sight of Hermione eating his cum without a care in the world, and then feeding Cho more of the same as her own last meal was something he never thought he'd be into, but strangely enough her was. He needed relief, and conveniently enough, relief was right at hand.

Although Cho was easily within arms' reach, she wasn't what Harry wanted right now. He wanted Hermione, while she was still in the mood to appease him, and although Hermione would be there tomorrow and Cho would most decidedly not, Harry didn't mind giving up that opportunity in order to have his best friend ride his cock one more time tonight. Of course, although it didn't figure into Harry's thoughts, the fact that if he wanted to eat he needed both hands free, was another convenient point in Hermione's favor.

Harry reached over, to grasp his best friend's smooth and supple ass in order to lift her onto his lap. Hermione looked over, and seeing the issue between his legs, have him an exhasperated, yet fond smile, and complied, sliding over onto his lap, taking Harry's cock in hand, and carefully, positioning it at the still dripping entrance to her sex before sliding down the length of the shaft until her bared butt was nestled comfortably in the Boy-Who-Lived's lap.

Harry groaned in pleasure as he sunk into Hermione's tender folds. This really was heaven, he realized. Then Hermione began to slowly move up an down on his shaft, tortuously slowly as she leaned forward to prepare another piece of Cho for them to share, and Harry was forced to revise his estimation. This was hell, an insanely pleasurable, torturous hell, but... he wouldn't trade it for the world.

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It took over two hours for Harry and Hermione to make a dent in their Peking Cho dinner. Cho, ever the submissive, could clearly feel every single bite they took, but she never raised the issue, absent a few quiet groans of pleasure as Harry and Hermione devoured her privates. Hermione, absolutely stuffed from her meal begged off to head to bed, letting Harry leave alone with Cho's head. Hermione couldn't go to sleep of course, if she did her grasp on the spell on Cho would slip and Cho would die before Harry got to have any fun with her, but that didn't mean she had to stay up doing nothing. It might be nice to get some reading in, after all.

After a short shower to get cleaned up and rinse the semen from her still dripping cunt, Hermione tossed the soiled panties she's put on as she left the room of requirement in the laundry bin and settled into bed, pulling her copy of the Girlmeat catalogue from her schoolbag to plan her next meal.

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Breakfast the next day was leftovers from the prior night for Harry, Hermione and Ron. Simmering slices of Cho bacon joined eggs and porridge on Harry and Hermione's plates. Similar fatty slices of meat were draped across Ron's plate, but looking at her own plate Hermione could tell they didn't come from Cho. it was only once Megan Jones, her once bountiful tits completely removed, joined Ron at the Gryiffindor table that Hermione realized just what the meat on Ron's plate was.

"You did it?" Hermione asked quietly, tossing up a charm to ensure that their conversation wasn't heard.

Ron nodded, savoring another piece of Megan's breast bacon before answering. “Yeah. I bought her.” He grinned, still enjoying his memories from last night. Megan's tits were incredible, both to play with, and to eat, and taking her virginity (and his own) afterwards was just the icing atop a very enjoyable cake.

“And you?” he asked. “I don't see Cho around.”

“Yes you do,” Hermione corrected, holding up a piece of perfectly marbled bacon with her fork. “Did you want a piece? She's delicious.”

Ron eagerly accepted, but Megan begged off, more than a little nervous about meeting Ron's friends, especially Hermione who it seemed had more than a small taste for fresh girlmeat.

“Mmmm! That's delicious! She's even better than Megan!” he announced before realizing that the girl in question was right next to him. “Oh! Uh, sorry Megan, I mean...”

“It's fine Ron,” Megan assured him. “I didn't do it to taste good. I just wanted people to stop staring at me.”

“Well, what are you going to do now?” Harry asked, uncertain how things would go now for Megan since every girl he'd bought ended up snuffed at the end.

“I... I guess that's up to Ron, isn't it?” Megan realized. “I mean, he still owns me.”

Ron blinked. “Well, you were really just a warm up for Tracey,” he admitted. “I'm... what do you want me to do?” he asked.

Megan looked down shyly, a bit disappointed by Ron's admission for some reason she couldn't quite put a finger on. “Well, whatever you want,” Megan replied. “I could... I guess I could think up things for you to do? But... please don't make me?” She asked hopefully.

Hermione, who'd been looking intently at Megan the whole time saw an opportunity.

“I do have an idea, if you're interested,” Hermione suggested. “I could buy her off of you. ”

Ron's eyes widened. “How much?” he asked, his voice trembling a bit with temptation.

Hermione searched her school bag and pulled out three shiny golden coins. “I have three galleons?” she offered. She had more, before snuffing her Hermione had gotten Cho to give her all her worldly possessions, which included the twenty galleons that Harry and Hermione had paid for her, but Ron had only paid two galleons to get Megan in the first place, so she was already over paying with her offer.

The same fact was running through Ron's mind as well, he had had to borrow two galleons from Hermione to buy Megan, and now he'd get three back? Even if he had to pay Hermione back the two, that was still an extra Galleon he didn't have before! Still, it was best to play it cool right? He should play it cool.

“I could do that,” Ron agreed, “What do you want her for?”

Hermione looked over at Harry, he was almost done eating, just poking at the last few bits of toast on his plate. “Ah, Harry, do you mind going ahead to Transfiguration without us? I wanna talk to Ron and Megan before she splits up for her classes.”

Harry nodded and headed out. Hermione was lying of course, there was no reason for him to leave if that was what she wanted, but Harry trusted her, and if Hermione wanted him gone for some reason, Harry trusted that reason was a good one.

Once Harry was far enough away that the anti-eavesdropping charm that Hermione had put up would prevent him from hearing what was discussed, Hermione turned back to her redheaded friend to explain he plan.

“I want to get something for Harry, a surprise,” Hermione admitted.

“And you want Megan for that?” Ron asked, more than a little curious about what his brilliant bookworm of a friend had in mind.

“I do,” Hermione agreed. “you know how, if you die while under the effects of Polyjuice potion the potion never wears off?”

Ron blinked. He did not in fact remember that, but Hermione was probably right if she said it was the case, and asking her how she knew would probably just result in a thirty inch essay with another five inches of sources in the notes at the end.

“Sure,” Ron agreed.

“Well, Last night when we were cooking Cho, I was thinking it might be nice if I got Harry a sex toy. You know, to show my appreciation...” Hermione trailed off.

“And you need a girl who can drink polyjuice so that you can make this gift?” Ron clarified.

“That's correct,” Hermione agreed.

“And this girl, you'll be killing her to make it?” Ron asked, wanting to make sure he understood completely before he sold his breakfast off to his friend.

“If you are willing to sell her to me? Then yes,” Hermione confirmed.

Ron turned to Megan. “Are you okay with that?” he asked. “Being the raw materials for Harry's new sex toy, I mean?”

Megan blushed. She... she wasn't actually sure. She'd signed up for the catalogue on a whim, knowing it was extremely unlikely for anyone to buy her, and even if they did, that there was always a chance that she'd come out alive at the end of it. She'd never actually thought it through in any depth. Last night? Having Ron slice off and roast her massive tits; watching him eat them right in front of her? It was... It was a means to an end. Megan wanted to disappear. She didn't like interacting with people, wondering what they thought of her, she didn't like being stared at. Megan wished she was someone else, that she didn't have to deal with... being Megan. She wished that things were simpler. And... wasn't that what Hermione was offering? To Erase Megan Jones completely and replace her with a sex toy. A sex toy with another girl's face, another girl's hips and chest. It was... It was sorely tempting. Too tempting. Megan couldn't make this decision on her own.

“I... if you want to sell me... I... It's up to you,” Megan offered, leaving her fate in the hands of Ronald Weasley, the man who'd bought and debreasted her last night.

Ron blinked, not expecting Megan to be okay with it. Maybe this was a test? Fred and George had warned him about those. Sometimes a girl would let you decide for them, only to get angryy at you when you didn't pick the option they wanted. But, Ron couldn't see how. After all, if Megan didn't want to be sold, she wouldn't be around to complain about it later once Hermione was done with her. Of course... if he left her alive she'd definitely be around to be upset. Put that way, there really was only one right answer wasn't there?

“Those three Galleons you're offering,are they on top of the two Galleons I borrowed from you to get Megan? Or is it really only one Galleon after I pay you back?” Ron asked, firm in his decision and now just negotiating price.

“It's on top of the Galleons you owed me. You get to keep all three,” Hermione agreed. That wasn't originally the deal, but it didn't really make sense to squabble with friends over money when you didn't need to, and even at five galleons, Megan was a bit of a steal.

“Then... Megan's yours,” Ron decided with a nod.

Hermione smiled and handed over the coins she owed. “Thanks Ron, I think Harry will really like what I have planned for him!”

Megan's stomach dropped. She'd given Ron the choice, but she never expected him to sell her! Not after the night they'd shared together! Still, she'd given him the choice because she couldn't decide for herself. Megan had no cause to complain about the decision he reached on his own under the circumstances, did she?

“Alright,” Hermione turned to Megan as Ron hurried off to the Gryffindor dorms to lock his newfound wealth away before he could lose it. “I won't have time to deal with you today. So feel free to go to class, say good bye to your friends, send any stuff you want to home, and have whatever fun you need to. Tomorrow, I want you to meet me outside the portrait of the fat lady after class. Bring any stuff you'd be leaving in the Hufflepuff dorms, I don't want to make the house elves clean up after you. I should have the polyjuice prepared by then, so once you take it I can snuff you and then get to work on the surprise I have planned.”

Megan didn't know what to think. By tomorrow night she'd be dead. Transformed into... actually...

“What are you going to turn me into, Hermione?” Megan asked. It only felt right that she know what she'd be dying to become.

“A pillow,” Hermione replied, her mind clearly more on what she'd need to do to get everything ready than on the still-living girl in front of her. She shook her head, refocusing on Megan. “A sex pillow actually. You're going to become a Ginny weasley sex pillow. An exact replica of Ron's sister down to the very last freckle, then once you die, I'm going to replace your insides, all your bones and muscles and such? I'm going to replace all of it with a soft firm, body temperature gel so that you'll be the perfect combination of sex toy and bed warmer. You know, with a bit of work I might even be able to let Ginny's ghost possess you! Hmm... You know what, you can live until the end of the week. I want to do some more research before we start. Meet me outside the Fat Lady on Friday after classes. This present might take all weekend to get right...” Hermione trailed off, heading back to class.

Megan blinked, not sure what to do with the unexpected reprieve. Well, if Hermione had no plans for her until Friday night, then there'd be no real problem if she spent the rest of the week having fun with Ron. Her first time wasn't perfect, but it was certainly enjoyable, and it would be much easier to get a second round with Ron than it would to explain the whole situation to someone new. Maybe, with enough practice, she'd get good enough before the week's end to make the redhead have second thoughts about deciding to sell her?

THE END