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 No.3380

I've seen a lot of good Harry Potter cannibalism stories and I would like to see a lot of them posted hear because I can't find some such as feast of lestrange or Emma Watson's new scene if you have any please post them

 No.3394

To start off, let me say that most of what i have is trending to a dolcett theme, but am happy to read just about anything, especially if it involves Hermione. Guess who my favorite potter character is :p

obviously there are a few on here right now

Aoi Hikari's HARRY'S BEST BIRTHDAY
gurochan.cx/lit/res/32.html#34

@ Aoi Hikari : We want a sequel with Hermione! Please! Thanks.


and Dokariss Hermione's Offer
gurochan.cx/lit/res/2513.html
hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/Dokariss/17940/Hermiones-offer

on hentai foundry there is a few
If you can read german this guy has a few with ginny, i think (note, i cant read german...)
hentai-foundry.com/user/mrcaos/profile

The visitor Black's The Care and Breeding of Magical Creatures
hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/thevisitorblack/13334/The-Care-and-Breeding-of-Magical-Creatures

another site, there is some more, but mostly soft vore and the search is a bit of a pain
wolfmeal's Hogwarts Spit Roast Hard vore version
aryion.com/g4/view/306239

I have a few unfinished stories that The Visitor Black put up for adoption and one other from somewhere that I cant access anymore, I'll post those in a moment.

 No.3395

These are the ones from the visitor black

Hermione Granger and The Magical Cannibal Cookbook (Canni, Exhib, Teen, F-Solo)

It wasn't even in the restricted section when Hermione found it. The book, apparently THE wizarding cookbook, The Magical Cannibal Cookbook. It had started out innocently enough, she had asked Ron if wizards with house elves cooked at all and he had told her.

“Yeah they do Hermione, but only on special occasions, cause there's only one cookbook out there to tell them how. My dad buys muggle cookbooks so my mom can cook us all sorts of things, but most Wizards don't know how.” Hermione her curiosity ignited began to search for the book, and she found it, The Magical Cannibal Cookbook.

Maybe it was the book itself trying to possess her or maybe it was just her drive to read everything in sight, but Hermione couldn't stop reading. At breakfast, dinner, even in bed she would read the book trying to learn more and more spells on how to cook human flesh. It began to excite her in new and interesting ways.

Hermione went to Professor Flitwick for help with one of the spells and he suggested an extra credit project. The Tri-Wizard banquet was coming up and if Hermione cooked herself for the feast then She'd get 50 points of Extra Credit in charms. It was then that Hermione's Muggle Studies professor came in. He made another offer, if she heard of any other girls willing to volunteer she could help cook them the muggle way in exchange for both of them getting extra credit in Muggle Studies. Hermione was ecstatic. She began to read more and more to get ready for the day of the banquet.

Finally the day came that Hermione thought she was ready to test out her knowledge, she had read all about the spells, she had learned a new spell to regrow flesh from Professor Flitwick too so she could practice before attempting to get the extra credit from the feast. So, wanting to test her cooking skills, Hermione asked Harry, Ron, and Ginny to skip dinner and meet with her in the common room the night before the Tri-Wizard banquet.

Hermione stood in front of the small glass table where her friends were sitting. She was dressed in her class robes, they were open revealing her soft white unclothed breasts and her creamy hairless pubic mound. Hermione outlined her plan to the two boys and one girl. “So that's the plan. I need to practice cooking myself for the banquet, so would you help me by suggesting where to cook and eating it?” Harry and Ron were a bit stunned, a girl asking them to eat her? Literally? And not just any girl, but Hermione no less? Of course they'd help. After all, what were friends for?

Ginny was a bit more thoughtful, she had heard about the spells in question, but her mother had never used them, and never allowed her to use them either, something about how it was “inappropriate” but now Hermione was going to use those spells? And she needed another girl to help with the banquet too? Well Ginny would accept, after Hermione finished cooking herself tonight of course.

Hermione looked on nervously at her friends, they looked stunned, maybe it was too much to ask them to help? Her average sized breasts bounced as she lowered herself into a chair with the back of the chair to her left. The chair faced sideways in front of the glass table. Hermione sat down, accidentally spreading her legs apart, opening her pussy lips just the slightest bit to give the boys a tantalizing glimpse at the inside of her nether regions. Her robe fell open baring her luscious breasts to the world for all to see, the boys were enraptured as they gazed upon her.

Hermione was getting more and more discouraged by the second, thinking the boys were in shock that she would ask them to help with something so strange. She sank forward, her breasts bouncing against the tabletop as her cunt faded from view, moving behind her, she rested her head and breasts in her arms causing her small breasts to bulge as they were squished between the table and Hermione's head. Ginny saw this and elbowed Ron in the side jarring him away from his staring.

Ron, shocked out of his fantasies, spoke up. “Your breasts! Can you roast your breasts for us Hermione? I could eat them both! I'm really hungry, skipping dinner and all.” Hermione raised her head to look at Ron letting her breasts spring back to normal as they jiggled coming to rest against the table again, and smiled broadly, laughing. “Hungry? Only you Ron. So you'll help me? You'll really help?” Ron nodded solemnly disguising his hunger as he gazed at her bare breasts, their small pink nipples bouncing and heaving as as she spoke.

Then Ginny interrupted, “As much as you would like that Ron, there are still three of us here, we'll just have to share.” Ron complained about there not being enough for a few seconds before Hermione had an idea. “Engorgio” she said pointing her wand at her exposed breasts. Ron and Harry watched in awe as Hermione's nipples expanded drastically to the size of silver dollars as her breasts shot forward as they grew half a foot out from her chest taking up almost half the table.

Harry stared at Hermione's new breasts they bounced against the table, the massive mammaries now jutted out like torpedoes with soft skin the color of light cream. He moved forward to touch then, and hold them. The huge mounds jiggled and bounced in his hands as he grabbed hold of them.

“Do you think they'll be enough Harry? Or should I expand them more?” Hermione asked nervously as Harry began to flick her expanded nipples with his thumbs making them erect. Harry started breathing heavily as he responded. “Yeah, I think they'll be big enough” He whispered as he backed off. “Maybe you all can share my breasts then?” Hermione asked.

It was then that Ginny spoke up. “The boys seem to want your breasts, so it's okay to give them one each or something, but you need to cook more than that if you want to perfect the spell. Cook your pussy for me. I'm not that hungry so I'll just eat that.” Hermione nodded and sat back down at the low table shrugging her black robe off her pale shoulders and down her slender arms before draping it across the glass table like a large black tablecloth denying the other three the vision of her creamy white thighs. She waved her wand conjuring some plates on the table cloth, and a cutting board under her massive mammaries before turning to Ron and Harry. “How would you like me done?” She asked, pausing slightly as she saw Ron and Harry's eyes glaze over a dozen fantasies running through their heads. “I mean medium, or well done, or what?”

Harry was the first to recover. “Medium well.” he stated trying to control his breathing, “You'd taste best Medium well I think.” Ron nodded his assent not trusting himself to speak. “Okay then,” Hermione said, her voice shaking a bit with excitement, “Here goes nothing.” With that Hermione pointed her wand at her oversized left breast waving it in a complex motion and speaking the incantation “Coquo Mamillam!”

Hermione's breast jiggled wildly as the spell hit it, the light pink nipple bouncing left and right as Hermione's breast began to tan at an accelerated rate, slowly turning redder and redder. Hermione moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure as she felt her breast heat up all at once. Her nipples became rock hard as she watched her tits waiting to call off the spell. The feelings were strange, her skin felt pinched, her breast felt like it was shrinking as the moisture on it's surface and just below evaporated into the air creating a wonderful smell.

Ginny looked on in awe as she watched Hermione's left breast turn darker and darker. It was strange one gigantic breast was still the same color of light cream, but the other was a deep crimson and quickly progressing to golden brown. Ron gazed at Hermione's breast as it became more and more delicious-looking by the second. He'd never had breast before, his mother not wanting to cook it, and Hermione's were looking better and better as they continued to cook. Ron licked his lips as Hermione's pink nipple darkened to a deep red even as the smell of her baking breast assailed his nose.

Hermione winced as her breast neared medium-well. She could feel as the nerves in her breast began to give out from the heat, leaving a pleasant tingling feeling in their place as endorphins rushed in. She could still feel a bit of her breast as she stopped the spell, pulling her wand away from her cooked breast. Conjuring a barbecue fork Hermione stuck it into the top of her cooked left breast letting the clear juice dribble out of the top and pool on the cutting board. Hermione nodded happily, looking at her golden brown breast as clear fat dribbled from the fork wound. It was perfectly cooked, and worth it despite the pain. Now it was time to cook the other one.

“Coquo Mamillam!” Hermione called out as she pointed her wand at the right breast causing it to react as if struck, waves jiggling out from the point where the spell hit and flowing back causing the nipples to bounce forward and back as the jiggling subsided. Hermione paid closer attention to the feelings the spell generated in her this time, wincing as her skin began to cook, turning red and torching the nerves. Hermione gasped as the heat spread across her skin to her nipple, causing it to sizzle lightly as it began to cook, becoming ultra sensitive.

Harry couldn't resist as he watched Hermione's breast cooking, he reached out and grasped her nipple causing her to moan in pain as her cooking flesh met his cool fingers. Harry held on to the engorged nipple for a few seconds as Hermione continued to cook. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger as it heated up and began to darken causing Hermione's knees to go weak and making her cry out in pain. Harry pulled his hand back as if burned, apologizing as he examined his untouched fingers.

Hermione's eyes began to tear up when she finally felt the sweet rush of endorphins telling her that her breast had finished cooking. She could smell the tantalizing scent of her cooked breasts and see them in their matching golden brown, contrasting with the creamy white of her chest and shoulders. Her breasts were finished cooking. Hermione pierced her right breast with the barbecue fork as well to keep it from popping from the juices trying to escape and watched as the clear fat ran down the sides of her breast pooling around the bottom of her cooked tits atop the wooden cutting board.

“Okay. Those are done then.” Hermione called out panting from exertion, “Now I just need to slice and serve them.” As Hermione lifted her want to begin slicing her tits for the boys, Ginny interrupted, “Did you forget something Hermione? You were going to cook your pussy for me too weren't you?”

Hermione looked up embarrassed, “I'd totally forgotten. Ron, can I use your Wand? The cunt cooking spell takes a while and I sort of want to get my breasts sliced and served while we wait.” Ron thought about it for about a second before deciding to give over his wand to Hermione, after all it was either that or wait longer for the food, there really wasn't much of a choice was there?

Hermione leaned forward farther causing her breasts to slip forward on the fat greased cutting board, and her cunt to surface behind her to allow Ron's wand easy access. “Ginny, I won't be able to look at it, so you'll have to pull the wand out when it's cooked to your liking. So come and sit behind me and watch it cook okay?” Ginny nodded with a lascivious smile on her luscious red lips as she got up from her chair and walked around to sit on the floor behind Hermione.

Hermione took Ron's wand in one hand and reached behind herself trying to insert the wooden rod inside her. Ginny watched lustfully as Hermione attempted to stuff Ron's wand into her cunt, looking on as she poked herself in the side of her pale supple ass instead. Ginny reached forward as Hermione jabbed her ass with Ron's wand for the third time and slid her fingers in between Hermione's puffy pink pussy lips.

Hermione gasped as Ginny's warm fingers penetrated her closed cunt, prying open her intimate regions to open the way for Ron's battered wand to enter. Ginny gazed at Hermione's open cunt in wonder, it was a deep throbbing red inside, the puffy pink inner lips were inflated with blood causing them to enlarge and provide an easy grip for Ginny's delving fingers.

Hermione reached behind her again and shoved the wooden wand inside her gaping cunt. The warm wood slid into her damp inner passage with no resistance. Ginny smiled as she let go of Hermione's pussy lips, letting the pink fleshy lips slap against each other and suck Ron's wand in between them.

Hermione gasped as the hilt of the slender wooden rod brushed against her outer lips, it was time to cast the spell. Hermione took hold of the wand with both hands pulling it out an inch before slamming it back in and calling out the incantation. “Coquo Thecam!” Hermione gasped as the flesh around the wand began to tingle as she let go of the wand in her cunt and gripped her own wand more firmly.

Harry and Ron watched as Hermione lifted her wand and cast a slicing curse sending a blue and yellow blade of magic at her left breast slicing the nipple cleanly off. Harry began to drool as Hermione winced from the pain, steam poured off the severed nipple as it sizzled against the cool cutting board. Hermione lifted her wand once more, bringing it up again to slice off another piece of her cooked breast. Her roasted breast barely even jiggled as the multicolored blade of magic sliced deeply into her golden brown flesh, severing the dulled nerves and carving off another slice of the breast she was going to serve Ron.

Licking her lips, Ginny watched the wand lodged in Hermione's puffy pink pussy lips. Hermione's cunt was beginning to cook up, already her lower lips were beginning to flush a deep crimson from the heat, and soon it would begin to cook in earnest. Ginny could barely wait, the room already smelled delicious as it filled with the aroma of Hermione's cooked breasts, and pussy was supposedly the greatest delicacy known to wizard kind.

Hermione shuddered as the sliced off the last of of her left breast, leaving only a pile of thick meaty slices of tit-meat in front of her. Ron couldn't wait to eat them, and without even a conjured fork and knife he picked up the thickest slice of tit meat he could find and bit into the delicious cooked meat, clearly savoring it as his teeth ripped through the cooked flesh.

Shivering in excitement at the sight of Ron so clearly enjoying her meat Hermione picked up her wand and began to conjure two sets of utensils for Ron and Harry.

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Anyway, the rest of this was fairly simple: Hermione finishes cooking her cunt and Ginny “Eats her out”. Literally, before agreeing to let Hermione cook her for the school. Hermione then casts some healing spells to heal up and then the next scene involves Ginny, her cunt stuffed with breading and veggies and then sewn up, being cooked in the oven in front of three schools at the tri-wizard banquet, with Hermione on the burners atop the stove trying to ban fry her ass and cunt. And then the two of them served, buffet style, With Ginny barely lucid and Hermione trying to help people carve her. And finally at the end the girls being thrown away with the leftovers, despite being easy to heal with spells.

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Double, Double, Toil, And Trouble
Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Blowjob, Cooking, Con, Voyeurism, Oral, other Misc.

“Tell me again why I'm here?” The young red headed girl asked the other three in the room. “You're here to make sure none of us wander off or destroy the potion, Ginny!” Hermione responded a bit exasperated. “Yeah,” chimed Harry, “You're the most important person here. Without you this whole thing could be for naught. It's your job to use whatever means necessary to make sure that this potion works. We won't be able to because of the inhibition destroying potion.”

“Come on Gin, you'll help us out won't you? We really need you here.” Ron entreated. The diminutive redhead pondered on it for a couple minutes before agreeing. “Okay, I'm still not comfortable with this human sacrifice thing, but I'll do it. I'll even swear a wizard's oath to do whatever it takes to make sure this potion works. If this is what it takes to destroy Voldemort, than so be it.”

Ginny promptly swore the oath binding her to the cause, and without another word, the three other members of the room quaffed their potions. The plan was simple enough, Hermione had read in the restricted section of the library about a potion that would summon a demon to kill any one enemy and devour their soul forever destroying them. There was only one catch, the recipe. This potion had many ingredients, but the problem was, they all had to be stuffed inside a human girl, while they were boiled alive. In addition to that requirement, the preparation itself was also fairly unusual, on one hand there was a straightforward list of ingredients and the order they had to be added, but on the other hand the instructions for the potion explained that the ingredients alone would not be enough, the potion itself had to be prepared with foul deeds, the more foul the more powerful the demon. And Harry needed a damn powerful demon to destroy Voldemort. This was the cause for the inhibition dampening potions, they would hopefully ensure that the “Gryfindor Trio” committed only the most foul and heinous acts imaginable.

So having consumed their potions, the trio went to work. As Harry and Ron filled the large black cauldron in the center of the room with water and lit a fire under it, Hermione quickly began to doff her clothes. The bushy haired beauty first removed her shoes and socks, revealing her long pale legs and dainty feet, untanned from her time cloistered within the library. Hermione's long black robe fell to the floor next as she shrugged it off, causing her blouse clad breasts to heave and jiggle in interesting ways. No sooner had the brown haired girl's robe hit the floor than she began to unbutton her blouse and untie her tie revealing her flat cream coloured stomach and her pale peach breasts for the other three inhabitants of the room. Finally Hermione came to her last item of clothing, she slowly slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her short skirt and pulled it down, revealing her lack of underwear as the sight of her bare shorn pubic mound was unveiled. Already the girl's inner lips were swelling with blood as she thought of indecent acts she might perform to make the spell work.

As the boys finished with the cauldron, Hermione advanced towards them, intent on warming up for the rest of the night. The brown haired girl advanced towards harry, and with a flick of her wand, banished his pants leaving his cock hanging free for the whole world to see. Grabbing his half aroused member around the base she licked the underside from the base to the head, the touch of her wet tongue causing the black haired boy's cock to stiffen and stand at attention. Hermione suddenly stopped her ministrations and after standing up, pulled him by the cock towards the edge of the cauldron before letting go of his by now rock solid cock and climbing feet first into the placid slightly cool water of the cauldron.

Hermione shivered as the cool water surrounded her pussy. Her nipples grew taught and bulged from the cold as she began to sit down cross legged in the not yet full cauldron. Though only Hermione's chin was above the rim of the cauldron, the water level came only to her breasts, causing them to bob in the water as the young ingredient moved around. Harry moved forward to deliver the second ingredient, ingested semen.

As Harry's cock approached the rim of the cauldron, Hermione leaned forwards mashing her breasts against the cool cauldron rim and engulfed his hot rod in her wet mouth. The brown haired ingredient began to suck vigorously on the boy's flesh, running her tongue along the bottom of his member and wrapping it around the entirety of his flesh. Harry thrust his hips forwards at the stimulation forcing his sizable cock into the girl's warm and comforting throat. Hermione began to choke on the member, but took the invasion in stride as her throat convulsed around his throbbing dick. For twenty seconds Hermione's throat convulsed around the scarred boy's massive cock, twenty seconds before Harry drew back and began to fuck the sacrificial girl's throat in earnest. In and out, in and out, Harry's cock slammed into the back of Hermione's throat so many times she lost count, and in the potion induced haze she didn't even care, her only goal was to get his precious sperm and make the potion work, anything to make the potion work.

Ginny watched as Harry slammed in one final time before groaning and leaning back as he shot his creamy load deep into Hermione's throat. “I would give anything to be Hermione right now.” Ginny thought as the girl in mention swallowed Harry's cum and licked the boy's cock clean before he pulled it out of her mouth and grabbed a handful of hair. Taking the hair in hand, Harry wrapped it around his cock and used it to to dry his massive member off completely.

“It's my turn now!” Ron cried as he rushed towards Hermione, who was still relishing the taste of the semen she cleaned from Harry's cock. “It's time to add the third ingredient, I get to fuck you now you whore.” Ron cried as he advanced towards her, the potion lowering his inhibitions and causing him to use words he normally wouldn't. “Bend over and put your ass in the air you cunt.” Ron spoke as he moved to the edge of the cauldron.

Ginny watched, horrified as Hermione complied, raising to her feet and bending over so her head was below the now lukewarm water, her pale white breasts and pastel pink nipples mashed against the heated bottom of the cauldron. Hermione's eyes widened in agony reflexively as she felt her breasts burn against the cauldron bottom, but she uttered not a word as they began to sizzle. Suddenly Ron grabbed Hermione's hips and thrust his cock into the girl's tight virgin cunt, breaking her hymen in one brutal stroke. The potion had made Ron cruel, and were it not for the water in the female ingredient's snatch from earlier, she would have been completely unlubed, as it was blood lined her inner walls and dripped into the cauldron from between her lower lips, magically causing the water to turn a bright crimson with just a few drops. Ginny cried out as Ron's brutal first stroke slammed Hermione's head against the bottom of the cauldron, but Ron didn't care, he continued to slam into Hermione's tight snatch with no control whatsoever. Hermione, having lost some of her air after that brutal first stoke, was beginning to enjoy her savage treatment at the hands of Ron, something within her, something primal, gloried in the loss of control and the sheer brutality of the treatment she received at Ron's hands. Her cunt squeezed tightly around Ron's bloody cock, and after a few seconds Ron shot his sizable load deep into the sacrificial girl's untouched womb.

Semen dripped copiously out of Hermione as Ron pulled out of her brutally raped cunt. The red haired boy looked at his blood and cum-covered cock before watching as Hermione rose out of the water gasping for air, her once pale tits red and angry from the burns they received at the bottom of the cauldron. Ron immediately had an idea, “the more wrong it is the better the potion is right?” the red haired boy thought, “I know, I'll cause Hermione more pain by fucking her burned tits, after all, you can't get much more 'wrong' can you?”

Ron grabbed Hermione's shoulders and pulled her to the side of the cauldron causing her sizable breasts to rest against the warm rim. Ron looked at Ginny as he grasped Hermione's lightly burned breasts in his hands causing her to moan in agonized pleasure. “I wonder what it would be like to do this to Ginny?” Ron thought as he pulled the brown haired ingredient forwards over the edge of the cauldron. The red headed boy's pulling caused the sacrificial girl to wince in pain as he tugged on her inflamed red tits, and Ron laughed as he watched his sister's horror at his actions.

Hermione gave a shriek of pain as Ron grabbed her tender tits, but soon smiled widely as he shoved his blood stained and semen coated member between her pale breasts. Ron shoved his hips upwards thrusting his slender rod between the girl's breasts, coating the bushy haired witch's cleavage with the milky white and red mixture coating his cock.

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Anyway basically This was a bit of a grab bag of an idea. The Idea was that they boil Hermione in a cauldron fucking and stuffing things like frogs and worms and stuff in her afterwards and just doing whatever they feel like, maybe loping off her boobs and having her eat them but its not enough. Nothing is working because it's not evil enough. So Ginny realizing this ends up volunteering, thinking a little incest, lesbianism, etc. would work so she ends up joining in.

The end was sort of nebulous, figured that the demon they're summoning ends up showing up as a blob with teeth from the bottom of the cauldron and eats Hermione and Ginny before swearing to obey Harry. and That would be the end.

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I would like to see someone with more writing talent than me finish these, especially Double, Double, Toil, And Trouble as that has a lot of potential.

 No.3396

This is the only other one i have, and its complete


This is Gemshine’s
Hermione’s Secret
Or ovenstuffer
Disclaimer:
This is a three-part story is based on Harry Potter. I am a great fan of the series and this is a way to pay a sort of tribute to it. This is meant as parody. Please consider when reading this that, by the books by the great JK Rowling, all characters meat girls here are 18 years old. Some characters in this story might be 16 or 17 - but they will not get naked or anything. Also, this is based on the books, not on the movies (those are lame)! Comments are welcome, but if you are going to flame me because I write about Harry Potter, then get lost. The only flaming I accept is in an oven. Also please accept that English is not my first language.


Part 1: Secret Tradition


Hermione Granger ran up too her friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, Ron was her boyfriend; she had excitement all about her. Ron was a sweet boyfriend; he saved her from a troll when she was twelve. She loved him with all her heart, but sexually he was not a boy that could make her blood boil. In her frustration She had once joined her dorm mates Lavender and Parvati in one of their lesbian romps, it was wonderful and great fun but no, it was not her thing.
“I passed everything!” she screamed happily. “I got the highest scores on all of my tests!”
For Harry, Ron and Hermione the main focus of their energy since defeating the evil wizard Voldemort had been directed toward passing their final exams and Hermione, as usual, had the best grades of all seventh-years. She loved to read and loved to study. She was also the eldest in her year; being born in September she was the oldest seventh-year student. Most seventh-years were 18 but Harry, born in July, wouldn’t be eighteen until summer.
“Great!” Ron said and gave her a quick peck as he ran his hand through her hair. “So now you know your grades officially. Have you thought about a job? Or are you going to get serious with spew?”
“You know its S.P.E.W.!” Hermione quipped back.
Hermione cared deeply for the one-foot tall creatures that served wizard kind by doing their cooking, cleaning, washing and other menial chores. They were a self-enslaved magical species and Hermione wanted to set them free. And too that end she had created S.P.E.W. Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare. It was a sticky spot in their relationship, as Ron loved mocking her efforts with S.P.E.W.
Hermione broke into a huge beaming smile and said, “actually the truth is I have other plans” as she turned away “if you will excuse me, I need to talk to Sir Nicolas.”
“Nearly Headless Nick?” Harry exclaimed. “What do you want from him? He’s a ghost!”
“He needs to teach me something!” Hermione answered.
“But you just graduated!” Harry said back.
Ron sighed and said: “Typically Hermione, she always wants to learn.”

There was a great graduation party for only the seventh-years that evening. The seventh-year students of the four Houses all sat at their house tables in the Great Hall. Hermione anxious and excited sat beaming with a happy smile. She sat in between Ron and Harry and amongst the other seventh year Gryffindors, Lavender, Parvati, Seamus, Neville and Dean.
“Did Nick tell you what you wanted to know?” Harry asked.
“Yes, everything I need to know, I now know. I am staying at Hogwarts,” Hermione answered.
“I don’t get it,” Ron said.
“You will” Hermione said to Ron adding a wink too her beaming smile
From the teacher’s table, Headmaster Dumbledore stood up and started a long and boring speech. Meanwhile, Ron’s younger sister, Ginny entered the Great Hall.
“Get out Ginny!” Ron said. “You’re sixth-year, you’re not allowed here.”
“I am allowed,” Ginny said, and showed her brother a permission slip from McGonagall, head of Gryffindor House. “After what Hermione told me, I don’t want to miss a thing. I struck a deal with McGonagall by volunteering for next year.”
“Volunteering? For what?”
Dumbledore looked at the students and said: “As secret Hogwarts tradition requires each house’s seventh-year students will be treated to a grand graduation feast.”
“That’s my kind of talking,” Ron said with a cheer.
“The feast,” Dumbledore said. “Will be one of your fellow female class mates from each house, according to tradition.”
“What is he saying?” Harry said. “Cannibalism?”
“Sounds like it,” Ron said. “He must be joking.”
“He’s not,” Ginny replied.
“We already have three volunteers,” Dumbledore continued. “For Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. We still need some one for Hufflepuff. Since no volunteers have stepped up for Hufflepuff, the Headmaster will decide.”
The Headmaster Dumbledore had all the Hufflepuff girls line up spread there feet and put their hands behind their necks with their fingers interlaced. Dumbledore took his time checking the girl’s thighs for firmness and breasts for fullness and roundness: he checked arms, backs lingering on some butts carefully gauging the quality and quantity of the girlmeat. It really looked like he enjoyed selecting at least one meatgirl for the seventh-year feast.
Ron stood looking at Hermione.
“There are volunteers?” he exclaimed skeptically. “To get eaten. Who would be that stupid? And what are you grinning at, Hermione?”
“Just grinning,” she said. “I know who the volunteers are. Cho Chang for Ravenclaw.”
“Really,” Harry sighed, he had a short relationship with Cho during his fifth year at school.
“Yes,” Hermione said. “She complained that the school had served too little Chinese food and she made an issue out of it by signing up to be eaten. Pansy Parkinson will roast for Slytherin. And I am not sure how much she really volunteered. Everyone knows that she has a secret SM relationship with Draco Malfoy and is his pain toy and I suspect he ordered his slave girl to sign up for this.”
“And who volunteered for Gryffindor?” Ron asked.
“Me, I did” Hermione said the smile never wavering on her face.
“No way!!” Ron yelled. “You’re kidding, you are kidding aren’t you!!
“No I am not kidding, I have three reasons to want to be your feast,” Hermione said. “First off all, I want to stay at Hogwarts and read every book in the library. And you know that it will take a hundred years to read every last one: and Nick thought me how to become a ghost and as a ghost I read all of them and then I can get into teaching, like our ghost teacher Binns.”
“He’s boring.”
“The second reason,” Hermione said. “Is that I want to relieve the work load on the House-Elves. By being dinner I can do some of work involved in my own cooking. The House-Elves will have plenty of other work to do cooking us all. And finally, Ron… I do it because I want you to eat my heart.”
“No!” Ron yelled in shock. “I can’t eat you!”
“Yes you can, and you will” Hermione said looking him straight in the eyes. Her eyes bright with anticipation “It’s part of the secret tradition. The boyfriend of the cooked girl gets to eat her heart and any other part of her he would like too eat.”
“I need to think about it,” Ron said hesitant to agree.
“Wait a minute,” exclaimed Harry looking quickly at Ginny. “Ginny, you said you could get in here by volunteering for next year?”
“Indeed I did,” Ginny said as a smile crept across her face. “That way I don’t have to worry about getting good grades, and well…” she blushed as scarlet as her hair. “Hermione told me she would be eaten tonight and I must admit… I always had a secret crush on her. So I want to eat a part of her too.”
“My sister had a crush on my girl friend?” Ron said in shock. “I thought you liked Harry.”
“Well,” Ginny said in a very scarlet blush. “Harry is a close friend of Hermione and I pretended to like Harry so I could be close to her.”
Hermione hugged Ginny.
“That’s really sweet of you,” Hermione said.

House-Elves began entering the Great Hall. Heading for the kitchen Hermione, Cho and Pansy followed, each girl waving and smiling at their house tables. Susan Bones from Hufflepuff was the lucky “selecty” for her house and she screamed and carried on loudly as the House-Elves tied her up and dragged her along. As the doors closed Hermione heard Dumbledore starting a speech why it was not wrong to eat your classmates.



Part 2: The Kitchen

Hermione entered the school kitchen where many of the House-Elves stood ready to begin preparing Her and the other meatgirls for the giant oven that was being pre-heated.
She is led too Dobby, a House-Elf she knows personally very well: he was one to the House-Elves how wanted freedom too be paid for his work.
Looking Hermione up and down appraising her bodies cooking potential Dobby said, “Dobby has requested that Dumbledore let Dobby be the lead chef of the team that cooks you,” smiling “If Miss Granger does not mind.”
“I would like that,” Hermione smiled at the one-foot tall magical creature. “If I can help in anyway, please say so. I want to help Dobby”
“Okay,” Dobby said. “Miss Granger, remove your uniform. School uniforms taste bad.”
Hermione quickly began taking off took her shoes and socks, looking around herself for some place to put her now unnecessary uniform. Hermione puts her shoes and socks neatly under the counter on a shelf that she is standing next to. Hermione then unfastens her robe and lets it drop to the ground. Dobby’s pointy ears tipped upwards as she slowly removed her blouse then unfastened and dropped her skirt. Still in her white bra and cotton panties Hermione squats down very un-lady like with her knees wide apart and folds her things and puts them on the shelf with her shoes and socks. Standing back up she is quite the sight standing there in just her bra and panties, smooth bare legs and flat deliciously soft stomach.
“Underwear tastes bad also,” Dobby, said, barley audible over the screams of Susan who was in the process of being forcefully undressed and prepared for dinner by several House-Elves.
Hermione undid her bra letting your young breasts stand free, not too large, but nice firm and juicy. Hooking her thumbs in her panties she slides them down over her firm round butt thinking, “who will eat my butt steaks and will I be a good roaster and please let me taste really good”
With a final tug pulling her panties down out of her crotch and revealing her sweet, cute and neatly trimmed pubic bush. Standing there totally nude she turns to Dobby and blushes asking Dobby to be sure and give her underwear to Ron. Suddenly realizing she wished she had left him something more in them for Ron to remember her by: at least she could have had one good orgasm in them she lamented.
Looking at the patch of pubic hair on Hermione’s cunt steak Dobby declares, “Oh, Dobby can’t have that. Dobby does not want to hear complaints from the diners that they found hair in their meat,” Dobby said.
“Sorry, this is my first roasting I did not think to shave,” Hermione blushed sincerely not wanting to cause any extra work for Dobby.
“Don’t be sorry!” Dobby exclaimed happily his pointy ears rising quickly. Pointing at a large serving platter on the table, he said lie down on your back on that platter and spread your legs, Dobby will fix you!”
Hermione blushed again and climbed on too the table and lay on her back on the giant silver platter as she had been instructed too do. Spreading her legs gently - but otherwise laying stretched out. Dobby climbed on her belly, facing her feet.
“Has Dobby ever told Miss Granger that House-Elves eat hair? House-Elves often eat cat or dog hair, but Dobby loves girl hair and he loves Girlmeat hair the best.”
The magical creature bends over and sets his mouth onto Hermione’s pubic mound. Her hips betray her as she moves under his erotic touch. As soon as his mouth touched Hermione he began grazing on her pubic hair like a lamb eating grass. Hermione felt the firm, gentle touch of his teeth and sometimes a little pull as her pubic hair was eaten down too it's roots. Only a couple of moments later she was entirely bald, from her chin down.
Following Dobby directions five House-Elves began giving Hermione a vigorous massage. Every little part of her was massaged, it was a hard and deep massage and not all that comfortable but Hermione knew it was to tenderize her meat and she liked the idea of being tender and juicy. Dobby stood between her thighs paying particular attention to her thighs and the tender cunt steak between them.
Too distract her from the very hard although sometimes sensual tenderizing she was receiving Hermione looked at the other tables. Each girl was being cooked in a differently theme.
Cho Chang was being prepared as a succulent Chinese meal. House-Elves were making her the centerpiece of a giant Egg Foo-Young platter. Pansy was being covered in cheese, Hermione knew that Draco loved cheese and she was sure that this it was his doing. With slices of tomato lavishly spread on her she started to look like a fabulous human pizza. Poor Susan still fighting, was bound very tightly for her roasting, the House-Elves were making a typical British meal of her, not so gently shoving potatoes in her pussy and carrots up her ass and pouring fat gravy over her.
“Dobby was thinking of a Hawaiian theme for Miss Granger,” Dobby said. “Unless Miss Granger would enjoy some other theme.”
“Hawaiian seems fine,” Hermione answered.
Dobby then opened a jar of tropical peach sauce. Picking up a spoon he started covering Hermione with the sauce.
“Give me a spoon please,” Hermione said. “ Dobby, you House Elves don’t have to do everything.”
Dobby handed her a spoon and she started dripping sauce over her self, trying to be helpful. She had been scooping up spoon scoop’s full of sauce and been pouring them on herself for nearly ten minutes. Knowing that she was going to be dead shortly she toyed with the spoon dripping the peach sauce on her pussy lips paying particular attention to her much-neglected clit. When much to here surprise Dobby said: “Miss Granger, not all the sauce needs to be on your pussy lips.”
Hermione blushed and started dripping sauce in her navel instead. It did not take long before every inch of her body was covered. She was now one large sweet and sticky girlmeat roast that the fruit decoration would stick to nicely.
Dobby opened a jar of exotic fruit and handed Hermione a few pineapple rings. She placed a pineapple ring on each breast so that her nipples stood up in the hole in the pineapple ring and a ring on each of her eyes and one around her navel. Dobby put small slices of peach between each of her toes. He then moved her arms so he could stuff her armpits with papaya and then laid her arms down long her side. Her body was so beautiful laying there just moments away from being roasted. Once Dobby had finished applying different fruits to the many different places on Hermione’s body he sprinkled shredded coconut over every part of her that did not have a piece of fruit on it. Now Hermione looked more like an exotic cake than a girlmeat roast.
Dobby then stood between her thighs: being only 1 foot tall he made an interesting sight standing there between Hermione’s legs visible only from the waist up. He then selected one of several very large bananas he had chosen for their particular physical traits. Two bananas were more round then long; more like a squash then a banana. The others were rather long and thick; Hermione wondered where he could have gotten such fruits. Speaking an incantation Dobby did magic on the bananas, “This makes them hard,” he explained. “So they don’t squish inside you. They will be hard as steel until you are fully cooked.”
Smiling at Hermione he spoke another incantation, which gave Hermione a weird feeling in her stomach: she suddenly felt very empty; her stomach suddenly became very, very flat. Dobby smiled and explained that he had magically emptied the contestants of her gut and bladder.
Casually turning his attention to Hermione's anal opening, Dobby selects the longest and largest of the very hard bananas and gently pushes it deep into Hermione’s now empty anal cavity much of his arm and shoulder diapering inside of Hermione. Pulling himself out of her anus he follows with another and then another magically hardened banana filling her like she has never been filled before, causing Hermione too squirm and moan as she wonder’s what she may have been missing out on sexually. She was very excited by his play in her ass.
Now that her anal cavity is filled with magically hard bananas Dobby picks up one of the Squash shaped bananas, and carefully works the fat end of it into her leaving the thin end protruding from her anus but very effectively sealing her. Now finished with her ass he begins filling her pussy with pineapple chunks, peach slices and slices of banana, papaya, mango and others using his little fist as a ram he packs more and more fruit into Hermione. As she is enjoying the feeling she looks down at her stomach starting to bulge from all the tropical fruit that is being stuffed into her. Next Dobby decides that coconut milk will be the finishing touch he will use in filling her uterus and womb. But first he must seal her pussy. Picking up piece of tube Dobby slides about 10 inches of it into to her pussy while holding another 15 inches outside of her, he then takes the other squash shaped banana he carefully works its large end beside the tube into what is clearly a very underused pussy: finally getting it into her with lots of wonderful gyrations of her hips Dobby has her sealed, now he can fill her uterus through the tube with coconut milk; just like he is going to do too her bladder, Once he is finished he simply pulls the tube out and the squash-banana plug will hold all her fruit stuffing inside her.
Pausing Dobby looks at the wonderful sight of Hermione before him, on her back legs apart and a piece of fruit sticking out of each of her holes one with a plastic tube coming out also. Dobby really enjoys his work. With a funnel and some patience Dobby adds the coconut milk to her womb, he really enjoys watching as her stomach rises as he forces the fluid into her. Once he is satisfied that she is full he quickly yanks the tube out of Hermione’s pussy with a popping sound, Hermione gasps and clamps her cunt muscles tight in reflex as she feels the sharp and sudden withdrawal of the tube from her pussy and her pussy and anus are now sealed. What remains of her internal preparations is to fill her bladder with coconut milk.
Picking up a basting syringe Dobby sucks it full of coconut milk from the jar he used to fill her womb and works the end of the syringe into her urethra. Slowly pushing the plunger into the syringe he begins to fill her bladder. He removes the syringe and Hermione pees all the coconut milk out onto the table. It takes several tries and some help from Hermione but they finally get her bladder full up and not leaking.
Dobby likes Hermione and has something special for her.
Next he said a few more magic words and then kissed Hermione’s clit.
“That is a little gift from Dobby for Miss Granger after she becomes a ghost. Do not let anyone eat your little nub, alright?”
“What did you do?” Hermione asked with a smile. For some reason, she felt a lot more sensitive.
“Miss Granger shall see,” Dobby said. “It has a clumsy side effect that Miss Granger is a bit more sensitive now.”
Hermione smiled broadly.

The House-Elves started loading the girls in the oven. First was Cho, then Hermione, then Susan and finally Pansy. Each of them lay stretched out; legs slightly apart, except Susan who was tied together like a roulade as she had resisted so much. She was also the only one whose mouth had been stuffed with an apple, but still she cried the loudest of all. They all lay next to each other, feet facing the door, except Susan, whose head faced the oven door, so she couldn’t try to kick the door open.
It surely was nice and warm in the oven. But quickly it got a whole lot hotter. Susan fell quiet quickly as she was out of breath. Hermione turned her head slightly and watched as Susan quickly died and began to roast.
Hermione noticed the smell the sauce on her own body. It was nice and sweet and it filled the oven. Meanwhile Pansy started to complain that the cheese was melting all over her and that the hot molten cheese was burning painfully at sensitive parts, something that Draco knew would happen Hermione was sure. Cho kept repeating Chinese mantras.
Hermione decided to live her own life these last few moments. She would ignore Cho and Pansy. She saw Susan’s feet getting golden brown already right in front of her face and she expected that House-Elf magic had something to do with this quick cooking of the Susan. Hermione carefully moved her arm, so that the fruit stuck on her body would stay in place. Ever so carefully she pulled off a bit of meat from Susan’s toes and put it in her own mouth. Susan certainly tasted very good. Hermione hoped she would taste equally well and that Ron and the others would enjoy eating her.
She remembered what Dobby told her. She would be a bit more sensitive because of his gift. She wondered what the gift could be, but she tried to take advantage of the sensitivity. She slipped a finger between her pussy lips and started to rub herself.
“What are you doing?” Pansy complained. “I am here in great pain and you are playing with yourself?”
Hermione ignored Pansy and rubbed on. She brought herself to a very quick and quite pleasant orgasm and was sure that her juices would enhance the taste of the fruit inside her. She tried again, she was well and truly sensitive enough, but Dobby had said it was a gift for when she was a ghost.
Due too the sauce getting stiffer she found it harder and harder to move her finger. Rubbing was difficult and it proved less of a distraction from the torturous heat. With her finger between her lips she could no longer move. She fought the pain and knew she would be a ghost in a matter of seconds. She was right.


Part 3: Graduation Dinner

Hermione stood in the kitchen. The House-Elves glared at her, but Dobby cheered. She realized that she was a ghost. Being, transparent and feeling a chill, but still quite herself She breathed in the delicious smells from the oven and looked through the glass door. She saw herself getting nicely golden brown and she wondered how she would taste. Unfortunately, ghosts could not eat, or else she would have loved to bite off her own toes. On the other hand, Nearly Headless Nick had told her that a ghost would always taste that what he or she had eaten last. In her case it was a little piece of meat she had stolen from Susan’s feet. It had tasted soft, gentle and slightly erotic. She would always have that taste in her mouth now. She smiled.
As quickly as she could glide, she glided to the Great Hall. There sat Harry, Ron, Ginny and the others.
“Hermione!” Ginny yelled. “You’re a ghost!”
“Yes, I am!” Hermione yelled happily. “You guys are in for such a treat. I look delicious. They prepared me in an exotic fruit style. Very tasty.”
“I can’t wait, I’m starving,” Ron said.
“We have already decided who gets to eat what part,” Ginny said. “It was very difficult, for some reason Lavender and Parvati both wanted to eat your cunt steak, as did Ron and I.”
“Oh yes,” Hermione said. “Lavender and Parvati are lesbians. They mess around in seventh-year girls dormitory every night.”
Lavender and Parvati blushed and glared through the ghostly Hermione.
“Really?” Ginny said with a smile and looked in an appraising way at Lavender and winked at her. “In the end we decided that Ron gets it, together with your heart. He’s your boyfriend after all.”
Hermione nodded and looked with a loving smile at Ron.
“Harry and Neville are taking a thigh and share your belly,” Ginny said. “And I get a breast, as does Lavender - but I also get your tongue. Parvati and Dean share your butt and Seamus takes your shins. The teachers claim their parts too. Dumbledore insisted on eating the brains of Hogwarts’s smartest student in one hundred years, that is you or that was you, and Snape insisted on eating your feet.”
Hermione glared at Snape. She hated the thought that her least favorite teacher would be setting his teeth in her cute little toes.
“And,” Ginny continued. “We are sending your arms to your parents, so that they have a part of you too. Your eyes are given to Crookshanks, your cat.”
Hermione smiled that Crookshanks was not forgotten. Magically, the House-Elves sent the food to the tables. Suddenly, a naked, roasted Hermione lay on the middle of the table, surrounded by her classmates. They all gasped.
“Wicked,” Ron said.
Hermione gasped too. She had hoped that Dobby would remove her finger from between her pussy lips, but as she had not asked him, he had not. Ginny looked at the finger and smiled.
“What were you doing in that oven, Hermione?” she asked. Lavender and Parvati giggled. Hermione was glad she had no blood in her spectral body or else she would have blushed bright red.
“I get that finger too!” Ginny yelled.
Ron stood up and took a large knife. He respectfully replaced Hermione’s cooked arm. As the finger left the cooked clit, the ghostly form of Hermione felt an odd sensation between her ghostly legs.
“Hermione,” Ron said to the ghost. “I am sure that I speak on behalf of us all, thank you for your sacrifice.”
“You’re welcome,” ghostly Hermione replied with a smile. “Now chop me up!”
Ron first cut of the finger Ginny requested and gave it to her. Then slowly cut off a crispy, sweet smelling breast and then the other one. Then came the feet and the shins and thighs. Quickly the meatgirl Hermione was cut up into the portions that everyone had requested.
Hermione the ghost stood by the others and enjoyed watching them eating. She only turned away on the horrible sight of how Snape wasted her feet by smothering her feet in obscene amounts of ketchup and barbarically chewed the meat off the bones.
“Don’t play with your food,” Hermione smiled to Ginny as she saw that Ginny was licking and sucking on her cooked tongue instead of chewing it.
Hermione looked as Harry and Neville chewed on the meat that was her thighs and as Ron finished with her heart.
Ron looked at her perfectly cooked genitals and gently parted her lips. With his fork he softly touched her clit.
“Oh great,” Hermione said as she felt his touch. “Now you discover it. When you were my boyfriend you didn’t notice that part, did you?”
Everyone laughed.
“You can’t eat it,” Hermione said. “Dobby said you couldn’t.”
“Why not?” Ron asked and licked it. “I bet it tastes yummy.”
As he licked, Hermione felt her ghostly genitals being stimulated.
“Dobby put a spell on it,” she said. “I can feel it.”
Ron carefully cut out around her clit. And that hurt like hell, but she could live with it - as a ghost. He then put a spell on it.
“That shall prevent it from decaying ever,” he smiled. “I have an idea.”
He set her clit aside and turned his attention to Hermione’s nether lips. He attacked her tender roasted labia, savoring each bite chewing slowly and from the sound’s he was making he did enjoy eating his loves sex.
Ginny grabbed the set aside clit and began to play with it causing Hermione to beg her to stop, too no avail.
That evening, Ron, Harry, Hermione and Ginny found a picture of Hermione in the school yearbook. Based on that, they could magically make a life size nude wax statue of her, which they placed in the Gryffindor Common Room. They clothed it in her old school uniform. Hermione shivered when she saw it at first, it reminded her of her basilisk accident in her second year. Ron magically attached the sensitive remaining piece of Hermione’s body to the rightful place in the wax statue. Then he tickled it. Hermione’s ghost enjoyed every bit of it and learned that ghosts can have orgasms too.

Years passed and Hermione stayed at Hogwarts as a ghost - as a ghost, she no longer aged. She eternally had the taste of Susan’s toes in her mouth and she managed to read all books in the library. In Ginny’s last year, Hermione did receive a lot of ghostly pleasure as Ginny played with the little statue, a lot. Even after Ginny herself was cooked (which Hermione really enjoyed watching) and many decades passed; that wax statue remained with all its magical properties on the effect of ghostly Hermione. And every Gryffindor at Hogwarts knew that if you needed help with your homework from the smartest ghost at Hogwarts, all you needed to do was to tickle the wax statue between the legs, a lot.

 No.3397

Alright, thats everything I have. If anyone has anything else i would be just as appreciative as the op if you either posted them or linked to them.

 No.3398

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 No.3399

>>3398

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>>3394
hentai-foundry.com/user/mrcaos/profile

unfortunately i do not speak any german at all, and the online translators don't work well enough to actually read them.

 No.3403

Np. this is my hentai foundry acount:)
Soory thats i not can translate them in english, like you see i am not very good in writing in eglish:)

 No.3443

Emma Watson’s New Scene

By: ClearVision

“But that’s not in the script!” shouted Emma Watson from her private dressing room.

“That doesn’t make any difference,” said her producer, exhausted. “The screenwriters have rewritten the script for Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows, and it is a final decision.”

“But I don’t want to be eaten!” Emma replied in frustration. “I didn’t sign on for this! Surely Bonnie or Evanna could…?”

Her producer shook his head. “I’m sorry, Emma, but the final changes are final. This scene has been written in, and it specifically states in your contract that you’ll do whatever the screenwriters and I tell you to. You’ve signed away all of your rights.”

Tears ran down Emma’s face, but she nodded bravely. “Okay, I’ll do it,” she said. “Anything for the movie.”

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THE ADDED SCENE

After Fred Weasley was killed, Hermione decided that she wanted to approach Voldemort on her own. Harry and Ron were against this, of course, but Hermione was persistent, and they finally gave in, with the promise that she wouldn’t do anything rash.

Hermione shot a spell at the Whomping Willow, pushing the button underneath the tree and stopping it from thrashing about. Shaking, she lowered herself into the opening underneath the tree, and began crawling through the tunnel towards the Shrieking Shack. As she walked, she started taking off her clothes, shedding them one piece at a time.

By the time she reached the trapdoor, she was naked. She raised the trapdoor slightly, and saw Lucius Malfoy and Voldemort standing there, apparently having an argument. Throwing the trapdoor open with a bang, Hermione rose up and threw her naked body into the room. Both men were startled and looked around at her.

Hermione cleared her throat, shaking visibly. “My lord,” she stammered forcibly. “I’ve come to give you an offering.”

Voldemort’s eyes looked slightly excited, but he kept his voice cool. “What kind of offering is this?” he replied. Hermione noticed that Malfoy’s pants were becoming tighter, as his dick swelled at the sight of her naked and delicious body.

“My lord,” Hermione started, “my offering is me. Harry would never think to come here unless he was provoked, and I think that I have the perfect solution. Kill me, and cook me for dinner, and Harry will be so angry at losing me that he’ll react irrationally.”

Lucius looked excited at this. “My Lord,” he said to Voldemort. “She does have quite a good idea. Just think, it’ll be one more Mud blood down, and we won’t have to cook supper tonight. It is an excellent plan.”

Voldemort looked strangely back at Hermione. “But surely, girl,” he said. “You’re a virgin? Surely you don’t want to die a virgin?”

Hermione looked steadily back at him. “That’s why both of you have to take my virginity before you snuff me. That way I won’t die a virgin.”

Both men nodded, and began to unzip their pants. Hermione got down on her knees on the floor, and Lucius Malfoy stepped behind her, straddling her. Within moments, his dick was entering her tight pussy, and both of his hands went around her ass as he began to ride her.

Voldemort walked over and stopped right in front of Hermione. Panting, she reached up with her right hand and grabbed his cock, sticking the tip into her mouth and sucking on the end. For the next few moments, there was no sound but a pounding sound (from Hermione’s pussy being fucked), wild slurping sounds, and moans from both men and Hermione.

Lucius came first, filling up Hermione’s vaginal cavity with his sticky cum. Then Voldemort’s moans became louder, and precum began to leak out of his penis. Then all of a sudden, a huge splash of cum came shooting out of his dick, landing on Hermione’s tongue and coating her face and cheeks. She let go of Voldemort’s dick, and both men leaned back, exhausted.

Voldemort’s face suddenly was filled with cunning. “Now that the festivities are out of the way,” he said, grinning widely. “I think it’s time we snuff the meat.” With his wand, he conjured a butcher knife out of thin air into his right hand, and then he grabbed Hermione’s hair in his left hand. Hermione closed her eyes tightly, readying herself for the act.

The butcher knife sawed into Hermione’s throat, spilling out fountains of blood. Hermione made gurgling sounds, but kept her eyes tightly shut as Voldemort continued to saw away at her neck. The knife met bone, and then with loud chunking sounds, it began to separate her head from her body.

Finally, Voldemort triumphantly lifted her head away from her decapitated body. Hermione’s bare feet kicked on the dusty floor, and blood spurted out of her severed neck. Her eyes looked down at her kicking body, now just meat on the floor. Then Hermione’s eyes rolled in her decapitated head, upwards towards the ceiling, as her mind finally died and her body became dinner for the two men.

Voldemort put Hermione’s head down on the floor, and looked down at her headless corpse. “Good,” he exclaimed. “Now who’s hungry?”

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“Cut!” yelled the director. “That was perfect, print it!”

Emma Watson’s producer looked at the bloody scene in horror. “My god, what a mess!” he exclaimed. “Now what do we do with Emma?” Emma Watson’s decapitated body still lay there, cooling on the floor. Her blood was splattered everywhere.

The director rolled his eyes at his producer. “We’ll do what we always planned to do. Now let’s get Emma cleaned up and out to the kitchens. We planned to have the whole cast for a dinner party, and she’ll be the meat on the menu. Now hop to it!”

The producer looked excited. “This was definitely more than I imagined when I signed on for these movies.” He grabbed Emma’s feet, and signaled one of the camera crew to lift the other end of her body. Together, they carried her into the kitchens and laid her out on the butchering table.

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“Man, this meat is delicious!” exclaimed Rupert Grint. “I can’t believe Emma actually agreed to be made into steaks.”

“I know, Rupert,” said Daniel Radcliffe. “She tastes just as delicious as she looked. Please pass me the barbecue sauce, would you?” He cut off a piece that had been part of Emma’s thigh before she was butchered, and added on some sauce. With pleasure, he started chewing, and burped loudly.

One of Emma’s cooked breasts lay simmering on her producer’s plate. With relish, he cut off a big chunk and lifted it into his mouth. On the other side of him, the director had one of Emma’s severed feet on his plate. He grabbed it and bit into one of her toes, the bones crunching loudly. He pulled her cooked foot away from him, leaving a stringy piece of meat in his mouth. With a gulp, he swallowed.

The whole cast dined on Emma’s meat at that dinner party, and her death was written off as a ‘planned vacation.’ The producers knew that people would catch on eventually, especially after they saw the movie, but they didn’t think anyone would care. And to their delight, nobody did. The rewritten Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows was a great success in the theatres, and brought them enough money so that they could write a highly successful sequel: “Nymphadora Tonks and The Wizard Cannibals.”

 No.3449

Great stories. I remember reading one where Hermione is hung as a witch in a village. Anybody have that one

 No.3450

No but i do remember one about a toy bear that turned into went on a murderous rampage

 No.3457

>>3449

I don't have that one, but I do remember the one you're talking about. And I have a piece of art that I'm pretty sure is Hermione hanging, only it's done from behind.

There's also a fic where Nagini eats Hermione that I can't find.

 No.3464

>>3449
I think the title is something akin to the salem witches or salem witch trials, just combine that with Hermione and hanging on google and it'll be in the first twenty results, though there's a bunch of chapters and I don't remember which one, can't really say it's a great scene
>>3457
You're thinking of either Satisfaction Guaranteed (which was ginny getting eaten and Hermione is present), or Hermione's Gin which is really actually a pretty lousy story all things considered

 No.3469

>>3464

Nope, it definitely wasn't Hermione's Gin, nor was it Ginny being eaten with Hermione present. I read it a few years back -- the link was on Dolcettish, but was lost when the board crashed and had to move. Harry and Hermione are cornered, and Harry gives Hermione the invisibility cloak while she ditches her clothes to try to confuse Nagini, but it doesn't work.

 No.3487

>>3396
I have been looking for this story for the better part of a decade. it was one of my first introductions to cannibalism after Dolcett but I could never find it again. Thank you anon.

 No.3727

>>3487

You're welcome. Do you have any more HP fics besides those posted here?

 No.3732

This isn't mine, The author (so far as I know) is "Fernwalker"

Hermione and the Widows Consolation

The door to the common room closed at last, deadening the sounds of the other students heading off to watch the match. This was what Hermione had been waiting for. She'd told them she was going to spend the afternoon catching up with some reading and thanks to her reputation as a boring nerd they believed her.


Retrieving the spell book she had found in the restricted section of the library Hermione let it fall open to a very well thumbed page. She was sure that this spell was the reason it was restricted. The rest of the spells in the book were simple household charms and aids for domestic chores that could be found in any witches home, but this spell was something altogether different.


It was called the 'widows consolation' spell but the hand scribbled notes in the margins gave it much cruder titles. It was enough to make a girl mad, the fact that wizards, no doubt all male!, had decided that the joy of such innocent pleasures should be kept from female wizards and witches. It wasn't as if she was a child as even though she was old enough to fuck every boy in Hogwarts the crusty teachers still thought such simple pleasures should be hidden from her. Well Hermione would see to it that every girl knew about this before she was finished.


For such a banned spell it appeared to be absurdly simple, only a few words of power and the only requirement being that it be cast by a female. Couldn't ask for anything more appropriate for her needs.


Sitting curling up in the wing-back chair by the fire Hermione reached beneath her long grey skirt to feel her plain grey panties. She was already feeling tense in anticipation and the sexless uniform she and all the other girls were forced to wear wouldn't deter her from what she intended to do.


Saying the words of power Hermione felt the warmth of in her cunt build, her own juices creating an instant damp patch on the seat. If felt better than any of her previous nocturnal fumblings but whereas she normally peaked with a whimper of a suppressed orgasm this continued to build.


She felt the heat moving under her skin, spreading from her dripping cunt into the rest of her body. Reaching her nipples she felt them grow painfully hard under her bra but the pain quickly turned to pleasure as waves of orgasms swept through her. Her wand seemed to twist between her fingers seeking to escape from her grasp until she instinctively pressed it between her thighs. As it made contact with her clit Hermione felt her whole body seemingly light up as she arched her breath in ecstatic pleasure, gasping in a ragged breath then she froze, her muscles seemingly locked solid. Her eyes were closed when finally she seemed to relax. Slumping down in the seat once more her mouth opened, letting out a puff of steam.


When the other students returned to the Common Room they realised something was amiss when they smelled the delicious taste of roast meat that filled the corridor. Harry cautiously approached Hermione's still form and prodded her with the tip of his wand. It pressed against her normally firm breast then slipped through her blouse and the flesh beneath like a hot knife through butter. The clear juices that it released confirmed the fact that Hermione was thoroughly cooked.


Harry would miss his best friend, but he wasn't about to miss the opportunity of a life time. Soon Harry and the other boys stripped Hermione out of her uniform and set about carving up the delicious roast meat beneath. By supper time there was nothing left of Hermione except a few bones that Hagrid's latest pet enjoyed chewing on.

 No.3748

>>3732
*laughs* I just found that last night on DA
fernwalker.deviantart.com/art/Hermione-and-the-Widow-s-Consolation-557362037

Not bad, but it could do with a little fleshing out in my opinion.

 No.4357

Anyone have Harrys best birthday saved? I just noticed that aoi Hikari thread dropped...

 No.4361

I do:


Harry's Best Birthday.

	
“So, what do you think of it?” Fred asked.
	
“Err… that’s a nice piece of parchment, I suppose…” Harry tried to answer politely.
	
Fred burst in laughter, making Harry wonder what was so funny about the parchment.
	
“Watch this”, George said and tapped the parchment with his magical wand. “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good”.
	
The words magically appeared on the parchment saying: “Marauders map”. After a moment they changed to what looked like a scheme of some sort.
	
“Ah, so that’s a map of Hogwarts”, Harry recognized. “It will be really helpful, thank you”.
	
“Oh, but it’s not just a map”, Fred said. “Look, do you see these dots? They show…”
	
“Hey, what’s all the secrecy there?” Mrs. Weasley said strictly as she entered the dining room and brought Ginny with her. “I bet you’re teaching Harry bad things.”
	
“Mischief managed,” George hurried to recite in a whisper to return the map to its disguised state.
	
“No, no”, Fred answered to their mother. “We’re just giving Harry his birthday present, right?”
	
“Right.” Harry confirmed, still innocently unaware of the special powers of the map.
	
He’d been living with Weasleys for about a week now, and as soon as they heard of his worst birthday at Durlseys, where he was just completely ignored, they insisted on holding a real birthday party for him. Harry tried to refuse, saying that the kindness with which they accepted him at their house was more than enough, but Mrs. Weasley was too persistent, so Harry had gone along with the idea. All the Weasleys gathered in the dining room now except for the older two sons, Bill and Charlie, whom Harry never met, for Charlie was now in Romania and Bill was in Egypt. Hermione had also come for the party. Everyone bathed Harry in attention and gave him presents, neither of which he ever received from Dursleys. So far it was the best birthday party he ever had, even if was a week later than his actual birthday.
	
“If you’re done with the presents, step away from Harry,” Mrs. Weasley commanded. “I don’t want you to infect him with your mischievousness.”
	
“Okay, okay…” the twins reluctantly obeyed and joined the rest of the family at the table.
	
“So, Harry, my dear, tell me, have you already opened all the presents? Were they to your liking?” Mrs. Weasley asked with an exaggeratedly kind tone, which made Harry a little embarrassed, especially after she treated her own children so strictly.
	
“Yes, ma’am.” Harry replied, “The presents were great. Thank you for taking care of me.”
	
“Oh, don’t mention it.” Mrs. Weasley said. “By the way, there’s one more member of our family who wants to give you something.”
	
Mrs. Weasley gestured to her youngest child and the only daughter Ginny who was standing beside her all the time, nervously twirling the hem of her T-shirt and unsuccessfully trying to hide her eyes. According to Ron, this girl normally never shuts up. But for the past week Harry only saw her being shy and quiet, and she was running away every time he tried to talk to her. What a weird girl.
	
Ginny wasn't going to talk first and was only standing there making the situation more embarrassing with every passing silent moment, so Harry had to take the initiative.
	
“Do you have a present for me, Ginny?” he asked.
	
When the girl heard him calling her name, her freckled face became as red as her hair, and for a moment Harry thought she would run away again. But she managed to gather her courage to stay and even nodded her head.
	
“Well, thank you,” Harry said. “Do you mind telling me what it might be?”
	
“It’s…” Ginny almost whispered, then made a step towards Harry and blurted out aloud: “It’s me!”
	
Harry looked confused, so Mrs. Weasley added: “You see, Harry, dear, little Ginny here was talking about you all the summer, and she was so happy when you arrived,” she said. “And when she learned we’re going to have a birthday party for you, she firmly decided to be your birthday meal. Isn’t that cute?”
	
“Huh?” Mr. Weasley reacted. “Why did no one let me know?”
	
“Maybe it's because you never listen to what people say?” his wife lectured him.
	
The rest of the family laughed, except for Ginny who was looking at Harry nervously, waiting for his reaction. Given that Harry was raised in a muggle family without knowing the world of magic up until a year ago, Ginny worried that he might be prejudiced against eating girls.
	
‘Well, that’s a great honor, I have to say,” Mr. Weasley said proudly. “To have my daughter being eaten by Harry Potter himself!”
	
“Not to mention we won’t have to spend money on preparing her for school,” Percy added. “Hogwarts becomes annoyingly more expensive with each year.”
	
Harry looked confusedly at the people around him, and Hermione decided she had to cut in.
	
“I’ve read about it,” Hermione said. “The books say that in times past cannibalism wasn't an uncommon practice among wizards and still takes place sometimes. I never thought I could see that with my own eyes though!” she said obviously thrilled that she can learn something new today.
	
“Wow,” Harry said. “Sounds cool!”
	
Being accepted by Harry as his meal made Ginny’s heart beat fast and she froze under his expectant gaze unable to move.
	
“Come on, Ginny, my little girl, don’t be shy.” Mrs. Weasley encouraged her daughter. “Isn’t that what you were waiting for so eagerly? Here, let me take off your clothes…”
	
The woman reached for daughter’s T-shirt, and started to pull it off her, but the girl took a step away from her.
	
“Jeez, mom!” the girl said as she protestingly pulled the T-shirt all the way down, even stretching it a little. “I’m not a little girl anymore, this much I can do for myself!”
	
Diverting Ginny's attention made her forget her shyness, and it seemed to be exactly what her mother was trying to achieve. Ginny decisively faced Harry as if she wanted to prove him and everyone that she was a big and independent girl. She stepped out of her slippers and kicked them away, and she didn’t wear socks today, so now she was barefoot. Then Ginny unbuttoned her jeans and started to pull them off slowly, revealing her thighs, though the most private parts were hidden behind the stretched T-shirt, and even her panties weren’t showing. Everyone couldn’t help but watch her closely, which made her a little embarrassed again, but she didn’t stop. When Ginny lowered her jeans to the level of her knees, she stepped out of them first with one foot and then the other, flashing her panties for two brief moments. Mrs. Weasley came to her daughter and took the jeans from her hands before stepping away again, giving the girl enough personal space.
	
“You have some sexy thighs, don’t you?” Ron said teasingly.
	
“Shut up, you moron.” Ginny replied frowning.
	
“Don’t mind him, Ginny.” Harry said. “I’m sure your thighs will be as tasty as the rest of you.”
	
Not that Harry’s statement contradicted Ron's, but hearing a compliment from Harry made Ginny blush and motivated her to proceed. She took her T-shirt at the neck and started to pull up, revealing her white panties and naked belly. Then she quickly pulled the T-shirt over her head so that it remained on her arms, and quickly lowered her arms, hiding her body behind the T-shirt again, so that her braless flat chest was revealed for less than a second. That didn’t help a lot though, since she had to put away her T-shirt anyway, and her mother took it just like the jeans. Ginny was naturally embarrassed by standing in front of everybody clad only in panties, but so far successfully fought the urge to cover her chest, because she wanted Harry to see all of her.
	
“Hey, look at Ginny’s stiffened nipples,” Fred noticed. “She appears to be quite aroused.”
	
“She is, she is!” George confirmed. “What a naughty little girl our sister is, isn’t she?”
	
“Cut it out, boys!” Mrs. Weasley raised voice. “Or I won’t let you have your share of little Ginny.”
	
The twins shut up surprisingly willingly. They certainly didn’t want to miss such a special meal.
	
Ginny got too embarrassed and hesitated to remove her last piece of clothes.
	
“What’s the matter, my little girl?” her mother asked her. “Do you need any help?”
	
“It’s not… I’m… it’s…” the girl answered incoherently, heavily blushing.
	
“Seems it can’t be helped”, Mrs. Weasley sighed and came to her daughter to help her with panties. “Oh, dear!” she exclaimed as she touched girl’s panties. “You’re so wet, your panties are all drenched.”
	
“You didn’t have to say that aloud!” Ginny complained, but didn’t resist her mother taking off her panties.
	
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Mrs. Weasly said. “It shows that you are indeed a big girl. If anything, you should be proud to be so wet!”
	
“If you say so…” Ginny agreed shyly and when her mother stepped away, the girl suppressed the impulse that appeared to be not as much to cover her pussy, but rather to touch it. She was now completely nude, letting everyone see her hairless pussy heavily dripping with juice. The boys looked hungrily at Ginny, but no one dared to comment this time, except for Harry who said: “You look delicious!” As he spoke, a drop of drool escaped his mouth and traveled down his chin. Ginny smiled as being hungered for was embarrassing but flattering.
	
Hermione couldn’t help but envy the younger girl a little. She wondered what would it feel like if she was standing there instead of Ginny, all naked and looked at by the boys. Such thoughts made her quite aroused herself and as no one was looking she rubbed her thighs against each other.
	
“Okay, Harry, dear, could you please leave your seat for a moment, so that little Ginny could get on the table?” Mrs. Weasley asked.
	
“Sure,” Harry complied, though was a little confused at what will go next.
	
Ginny came towards him slowly, her eyes lowered shyly again as she was now not only naked in front of Harry, but while being naked she entered his private space. Harry was a little uneasy too, seeing a naked girl so close took his breath away.
	
Ginny climbed first on Harry’s chair and then on the table. She turned around trying to avoid eye contact with Harry and sat on the very edge of the table with her legs dangling off. Mrs. Weasley gestured Harry to take his place again, but Ginny’s legs were in the way, so she had to spread them before the boy in order for him to sit, and then she laid back on the table. Ginny’s head appeared to be just before Hermione, who sat opposite to Harry, and her exposed and very wet pussy was now just a few centimeters from Harry’s face. He swallowed nervously, staring with a mix of sexual and gastronomical interest, as he could see her pussy in every detail, and feel the strong smell of her juices. While for Ginny, it made her heart beat so fast she never thought was possible and her breath was heavy and irregular.
	
“What goes next?” Harry asked unsure. “Weren’t we supposed to cook her first?”
	
“Of course we’ll cook her, Harry, dear,” Mrs. Weasley said. “But the muggle way would take too long, and what’s more important, Ginny wouldn’t be able to enjoy the process. That’s why we’re going to use a special spell. Are you ready, my little girl?”
	
“Please do it.” Ginny asked, as she couldn’t wait anymore for the main part.
	
The woman came to the table, and made some moves with her magic wand over her daughter, reciting: “Puellae coquinor vivum!”
	
A golden magical glow appeared over all the Ginny’s body and she gasped soundly, more out of surprise than anything. Instead of the pain she was expecting, there came a tingling feeling that could even be enjoyed. The feeling was strong for just a few moments and then faded away along with the glow. Ginny found her feeling of her body noticeably subside and was barely able to move, but she was alive and aware, maybe only a little foggy. She smelled cooked meat as if from far away, but then recognized it to be herself having been cooked, and it made her heart skip a bit… and the next one… after the third Ginny realized her heart didn’t beat at all anymore as it was cooked along with the rest of her body, so she only had another five minutes. She had crossed the line now and only hoped for Harry to enjoy her.
	
“Wow,” was all Harry could say, looking at now brown cooked girl who blinked and actively looked around indicating she was quite alive.
	
“Fascinating!” Hermione said excitedly, as she leaned over Ginny’s head to look her in the eyes. “Are you really cooked alive? What does it feel like? Can you speak?”
	
Ginny tried it, her tongue was unusually disobedient, but speaking appeared not impossible.
	
“All my body feels numb,” she pronounced slowly. “But it’s warm and kinda pleasant.”
	
“Can you please teach me this spell?” Hermione asked Mrs. Weasley. “It’s amazing!”
	
“Why, of course”, the woman answered. “What is more important, Harry, dear, dig in.” she said, giving him a knife and a fork.
	
“So…” Harry said unsure. “Should I start with… well… here?” he was looking right at Ginny’s pussy.
	
“Well, of course you should.” Mrs. Weasley said. “It’s the most delicious part!”
	
“Moreover,” Hermione added, trying to hide herself panting, “the books say that eating girl’s… private parts… especially while she’s still alive... can increase your magical power.”
	
“Wow,” Harry said again. “Is it really okay to have it all for myself?” he asked looking at Hermione.
	
The straight-A wizardess admitted to herself she wouldn’t mind a piece of it, both for the taste and magical qualities. But she noticed how mentioning sharing her pussy with someone else made Ginny frown unhappily. Again, among Harry and Ginny, Hermione somehow found herself more wanting to try on Ginny’s role. Actually that thought made her so aroused she had her right hand in her pants. It seemed no one noticed it so far, as their attention was all on Ginny, but by the sly look Ginny gave Hermione she understood that the cooked girl smelled her out. It made Hermione rub her pussy even harder.
	
“It’s your present, Harry.” she said trying to sound sweet, though due to her under-the-table activity it appeared more like sexy. “Don’t make Ginny wait… I don’t think she has much time.”
	
Ginny smiled with her eyes to Hermione, expressing her gratitude.


	
“Alright then.” Harry nodded.

	
Harry looked at Ginny’s pussy again, unsure how to start eating it. Then instead of using cutlery he leaned right to the wet organ and licked the slit, tasting the sweet juices. Ginny didn’t see that coming at all and, with the help of all the excitement she had already get, had an intense orgasm the same moment, squirting even more juice right in Harry’s mouth and on his face.

	
“I’m sorry! Sorry!” she started to apologized ashamedly as soon as she realized what happened.


	
“It’s alright.” Harry said. “I actually enjoyed that.”

	
“It’s not just alright!” Hermione cut in. “It’s great! The books say that the… orgasm… makes the… girl’s organ’s… magical potential… increase like ten times… oh, God!” she couldn’t help but have an orgasm for herself, not even caring for hiding it anymore, but it seemed others haven’t cared either, except for Ginny who laughed a little.

	
Having tasted the juices Harry threw off his reserve proceeded to actually eating the pussy. He started with spreading Ginny’s outer pussy lips with a fork and a knife, making the girl feel the cold of the cutlery. Freeing the clitoris, he pinched it with the fork and then cut it off with a knife. It made Ginny frown, and Harry hurried to ask her if she was alright.

	
“I’m fine”, she answered. “Please, enjoy your meal”.

	
She did feel pain, but it was heavily subdued like all of her senses. She was in a dreamy state where all that mattered was being eaten by Harry.


	
The boy took the cut off clitoris in his mouth and bit. It burst like a berry and filled his mouth with nectarial taste. The gentle sweetness kinda spread through all of his body.

	
“It’s unbelievable!” Harry said. “Just to think there is a meal so great in the world!”


	
“I’m so happy”, Ginny said, wreathing in smiles. “Please, go on.”

	
Encouraged to proceed, Harry cut into pussy flesh and detached a piece of meat. As he chewed it, he found it to be sweet, gentle and juicy like no meat he ever had a chance to taste.

	
“Delicious!” he said with a blissed expression on his face.


	
Ginny almost envied Harry, as his comments made her wonder what she tasted like. Harry apparently noticed it in her eyes, and asked “Do you want to find out how you taste?” as he cut off another piece and offered it to Ginny. She eagerly nodded and opened her mouth as she couldn’t lift her head, so that Harry could place a piece of herself on her tongue. Ginny closed her eyes, focusing on the taste.

	
“How is it?” Hermione cut in impatiently. “What do your own meat taste like?”


	
“Heavenly”, Ginny answered. “I’ve like… had an orgasm with my tongue.”

	
What made Ginny even happier though was that Harry must have felt the same way.

	
“Mhm, mhm”, Harry nodded actively in agreement, his mouth filled with the next cut.


	
“Mrs. Weasley”, Hermione looked the woman in the eyes without trying to hide she was masturbating again. “I want Ginny’s womb!” she blurted out, surprised of her own defiant tone.

	
“No problem”, Mrs. Weasley answered. “Just be patient and wait for your turn”.


	
Hermione had her own association with the phrase “your turn”, and couldn’t even hold herself straight anymore, leaning on the table and going wild with her pussy, soon reaching her second orgasm for today.

	
A few minutes later there was a big hole between Ginny’s legs, going all the way to her cervix, and Harry was lazily chewing on the last piece of her vagina.

	
“Ah, I think I’m full”, he said as he swallowed it and leaned back on his chair.


	
“And how’s my little Ginny?” Mrs. Weasley asked sweetly.

	
Hermione, who was masturbating again and approaching another orgasm, was the closest to Ginny, so she asked:

	
“Ginny, you still with us?”

	
Ginny felt totally exhausted, but in a pleasant way. She didn’t have the strength to speak anymore, so she only moved her lips as response. Hermione was the only one close enough to lip-read: “There’s no pleasure greater than being eaten.”

	
Having that communicated, Ginny felt she couldn’t resist her fatigue anymore, so she peacefully closed her eyes not to ever open them again.

	
“She’s done with!” Hermione cried out as the orgasm hit her.


	
“Well then”, Mrs. Weasley said, rubbing her hands. “Let’s bring her to the kitchen for butchering, so that everyone can enjoy their share of little Ginny.”

 No.4365

Would any one have any of these three stories?
1. Her mine cooks the girls of hogwarts
2. Feast of lestrange
Or 3. A story about a little teddy bear that kills girls thanks for the help

 No.4369

>>4365
Hermione Cooking the girls of Hogwarts is done by Asteroth. He frequents this board, and was in fact around a couple days ago.

you can find it on the Dolcettgirls Forum here: http://forum.dolcettgirls.com/index.php/topic,36093.msg569078.html#msg569078 but it's locked behind a registration wall.

 No.4370

This one is unfortunately unfinished, but it's one of my favorites:

Slughorn's Indulgence: A Hogwarts Story

by MagicianX



At a quarter past ten, Horace Slughorn sat down to breakfast. It was lighter than his usual fair: eggs, bacon, doughnuts, a half-dozen slices of toast, and a mug of thick cocoa topped with whipped cream. Normally, he would have also had a roast beef sandwich and some chips—an old man deserved a few indulgences, after all—but today was an exception to normal rules. He wanted to be sure he kept up an appetite.

Beside the mug of cocoa, Slughorn carefully placed a smaller cup. He was delicate with his movement, settling it gently to avoid spilling even a drop of the precious liquid within. The liquid, however, seemed to have other ideas, and splashed a bit of its own accord. Slughorn waved a stern finger at it.

“Now now,” he said, “all in good time, my old chum. We mustn’t rush things, eh?” Chortling, he tucked into his breakfast, not stopping until every crumb had been scraped and every drop drained. After wiping his mouth with a silk napkin and permitting himself a long, resonant belch, Slughorn turned back to the little cup. “Now,” he said pointedly, picking it up, “it’s your turn.”

He lifted the cup to his lips. It was about halfway full of a slightly thick, extremely bright golden liquid, and Slughorn drained it with relish. He waited for a moment after swallowing, tingling with anticipation.

Slowly, like light creeping into a room during sunrise, a fantastic sensation swelled within the considerable expanse of his belly. He had experienced it only twice before in his life, but the memory had never left him; it was the sensation of becoming invincible within a span of seconds. Slughorn’s mind swam with a world of possibility, and the knowledge that on this day, nothing was outside his reach.

With a wave of his wand to clear the dishes, Slughorn stood up and strode purposefully into his bedroom. He had bought a new suit for today, a bright velvet affair in green and silver, with marvelously extravagant pearl buttons. He donned it with pleasure and, leaving his dressing gown in a heap, strode down the stairs and into one of Hogwarts’ many corridors. It was quieter now than on a weekday, with many students having a lie-in or catching up on homework in their dormitories. Slughorn walked cheerily on, calling out a greeting to Professor Flitwick as he passed.

“Ahoy there, Filius!” he said, loudly and merrily, realizing how long it had been since he and the tiny charms professor had chatted. “And how’ve you been? Keeping busy? Staying active and lighthearted?”

“Of course, of course!” Flitwick squeaked, nodding amicably. “And yourself, Horace? You do seem it be in fine spirits, if you don’t mind my saying so. Anything special planned for today?”

“Every day is special!” Slughorn boomed thunderously, and gave Flitwick a jovial pat on his miniscule shoulder. “Although some are more special than others. It so happens that I’ve decided to make today extra special,” he added, winking broadly.

Flitwick peered up at him. “Extra special, you say? What are you up to, Horace?”

Slughorn chuckled. “Just a little something I partook of with breakfast. Felix Felicis, in fact.”

“Lucky potion!” Flitwick exclaimed, his fluffy eyebrows shooting up. “I say, Horace! I hope you haven’t been taking it often! The side effects can be quite unfortunate, if I recall correctly. I once had a cousin who took a few swallows too many, and decided that he could tame a hippogriff with his bare hands and a broomstick.” The professor shook his head sadly. “We never did manage to fix his thumbs back on properly.”

“Not to worry,” said Slughorn, brimming with confidence. “It’s been more than ten years since I had a sip of the stuff, and I’ve only taken enough to last about twelve hours.”

“Well, that should be quite enough to have a fine day!” Flitwick agreed, bouncing with merriment. “Do be sure to let me know how it goes, Horace!”

“I certainly will!” Slughorn said. “As it happens, I like to spread my luck around.” At Flitwick’s look of inquisition, Slughorn went on, “I’ll be having a dinner party of sorts tonight. I’d be delighted if you could find the time to come!”

“Oh, splendid!” piped the professor. “What will we be having?”

Slughorn told him.

There was a pause.

“I do say,” Flitwick murmured, his eyes wide and gleaming. “Does the headmaster know about this?”

“He certainly does,” Slughorn confirmed. “He’ll be attending and, if I’m not mistaken, bringing along some extremely fine elf-made wine. Dumbledore’s been to one or two of my dinner parties in the past, you see.”

“Quite an event,” Flitwick agreed. “I’d certainly be honored, Horace. Anything special I can bring?”

“Whatever you like,” Slughorn told him jovially, starting off down the corridor again. “Seven o’clock, Flitwick, in my office! See you there!”

Flitwick waved good-bye and Slughorn trundled off, feeling jubilant. He ambled toward the Great Hall, but paused as he approached it, thinking instead that it might be better to go out the side entrance nearest the greenhouses. He hadn’t been out that way in some time, and it would be a lovely morning to see how the sun was glinting off the lake.

As he stepped outside, breathing deeply of the crisp, fresh air, Slughorn spotted a small group of students leaving one of the greenhouses. As they got closer, he saw some sixth-year students and recognized one from his N.E.W.T Potions class.

“Ernie, m’boy!” he hailed, waving. Ernie Macmillian, a pleasantly pompous Hufflepuff, led his fellows up to the professor. “And how are you, Ernie?”

“Doing fine, professor!” Ernie replied. “We’ve just been getting a jump on our Herbology homework. Needed a few more Snargleuff pods, you know.”

“Quite so,” Slughorn said, eyeing the bowlful of thick-skinned pods tucked under Ernie’s arm. “And who are your friends?”

“Oh, sorry, sir. This is Hannah Abbott, and Luna Lovegood.”

The two girls nodded and said hello. Slughorn replied in kind, not resisting as his gaze was drawn toward the girl named Luna. It suited her, he thought; she had a misty look about her, like the moon on a cloudy night. She seemed a bit unusual all around—a necklace made from butterbeer corks dangled around her neck, and she was wearing a sash with ‘Beware of Crungle-Dups!’ printed on it in bold letters—but with some examination, there was quite a pretty girl beneath the oddness. Slughorn’s mind suddenly offered him the beginnings of a plan, and he smiled.

“Out of curiosity, Miss Lovegood,” he said, regarding Luna’s slender, heart-shaped face, “are you warning against the garden-variety of Crungle-Dups, or their more vicious mountain-dwelling cousins? I’ve had my share of trouble with the little blighters, I don’t mind telling you!”

The misty expression evaporated somewhat from Luna’s eyes, and she looked at Slughorn with mild surprise. “You’ve seen a Crungle-Dup?” she asked.

Slughorn nodded. “Indeed, indeed! As I say, I’ve had a few run-ins with them. Tell me, do you suggest utilizing the normal repellant of honey and spicy pickles, or have you found a more potent method?” Slughorn was improvising, his mind tripping lightly along with the Felix Felicis prodding it from behind.

“I’ve never heard of using honey and spicy pickles,” Luna said, now staring with fascination at the rotund professor. “My father always says that the only proven method of driving away Crungle-Dups is to ritually sacrifice a fresh cod during a thunderstorm. Do the pickles really work?”

“It can be somewhat hit or miss,” Slughorn admitted, adding sorrow and reluctance to his tone. “I shall make it a point to try out your father’s advice at the next opportunity, however!” He drew himself up purposefully. “Now then, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to see Hagrid. Good day to you!” He started toward Hagrid’s cabin, took a few paces, then paused. “Miss Lovegood, one more question, if you don’t mind.”

“Yes, sir?” Luna said mildly. She was beginning to look misty again, and toyed with the knot on her sash.

“I’ve lately been curious about something I read, and I was wondering if you had any insights,” said Slughorn. The Lucky Potion was reminding him, urgently and unexpectedly, that he had seen the name ‘Lovegood’ before. “It was in a magazine, actually, a fascinating article about heliopaths.”

“Oh!” Luna exclaimed happily. “That’s my father’s magazine, The Quibbler! Do you read it often?”

“My dear girl, I have a subscription!” Slughorn lied. “I simply can’t eat lunch without a copy to peruse. Your father is involved with its publication?”

“He’s the editor,” replied the girl, a wide smile illuminating soft, pink lips. “The heliopath article was very good, wasn’t it?”

“Exceptional,” agreed Slughorn. “Goodness me, I don’t know how I managed to overlook such a thing! You simply must come and have a chat with me later, Miss Lovegood,” he said. “I’m hosting a dinner party in my office this evening, and I can’t bear the thought of carrying on without your company! What do you say?”

“Oh, I’d love to,” Luna said, bobbing her head and making the butterbeer corks bounce. "What time should I come?"

"Let's make it six o'clock," Slughorn told her, mildly amused at the look of indignation on Ernie's face upon being snubbed. "I prefer to have dinner around seven, and I'll be cooking up something extra special tonight!"

"Should I bring anything?" Luna asked. The question was aimed at Slughorn, but her eyes were wandering around the tree-line of the Forbidden Forest, as if she had difficulty focusing her attention. "I can make a lovely freshwater plimpie soup."

"That does sound delightful," Slughorn hazarded, "but I assure you, I have a highly unique menu planned. I'm sure you won't forget it any time soon!" He started off again, waving to Luna and calling, "Six o'clock, my dear! Don't forget!"

As he left Luna and the red-faced Ernie behind, Slughorn began to whistle. He couldn't help himself.

The sounds of the school began to diminish into a general, background hum, and Slughorn, as though following a preset path, went for a leisurely stomp along the edge of the lake. The sun was glinting off the water, and a cool breeze played across the wide, rolling lawns. It was a thoroughly wonderful day to be outside.

He glanced skyward as a sudden shadow flickered across his vision, and, after raising a hand to deflect the bright sun, spotted a half-dozen figures on broomsticks. It was the work of moments to study their flight-patterns, and determine that they were playing a three-on-three game of Quidditch.

It had been many years since Slughorn had been slender enough to sit comfortably on a broom, and he chuckled fondly as he tracked the swift, balletic movements. Several of the flyers were quite agile, though one looked ungainly, and wobbled from side to side as it wove through the air.

In the time it took to blink, Slughorn spotted a blob of red speeding away from the figures and hurtling toward him; he drew his wand from a jacket pocket and flicked it toward the object, stopping it a foot from his face. It was, he noted, a Quaffle.

"Professor!" One of the figures had departed from the group, and came to a swift halt in front of him. She did not land, but hovered at level with his face, grinning with a blush on her lightly-freckled cheeks. "Sorry, Professor! Hermione dropped it, she's not much good at ball-handling."

"Not a problem, not a problem," Slughorn said, and he smiled indulgently as he handed the Quaffle back to the floating girl. "I say, my dear, have we met?"

"Yes, sir," she said, taking the Quaffle from him, and balancing it perfectly on the tip of one finger. "I'm Ginny Weasley. You had me in your car for lunch on the Hogwarts Express a while ago."

"Of course!" Slughorn exclaimed, though he remembered the event with perfect clarity. "I don't know how it could have escaped me. How have you been?"

"Very well, sir," Ginny said brightly. Still balancing the Quaffle, she brushed sleek, shiny red hair back from her face. "How about you?"

"Couldn't be better," said Slughorn truthfully. He had liked Ginny from the moment he met her on the Hogwarts Express, and she seemed every bit as lively and charismatic now as she danced back and forth on her broom. She was wearing Quidditch pads over her jeans and t-shirt, which looked slightly odd, but also suited her small, sprightly appearance. "The day is going swimmingly, so far!"

"That's great!" Ginny agreed. "Er--well, I'll just get out of your way, then. See you later, professor!" She was gone before Slughorn could protest, darting back off toward the little cluster of broom-mounted figures.

"Later indeed," he mused, fingering his thick moustache thoughtfully. He resumed his walk along the lakeshore, but cast several thoughtful glances over his shoulder; he could see Ginny's distinctive red hair shining in the sun, and admired the prodigious darts and dives she made to catch the speeding Quaffle.

Doing his best to ignore the disappointment knotting his considerable belly, and reminding himself that Felix Felicis always seemed to find a solution to these little problems, Slughorn continued to stroll along the lake for another half hour. He spared a glance toward Hagrid's cabin, but the urge to visit the gamekeeper had departed; Lucky Potion was unpredictable like that. Sometimes it guided you along, thinking you were headed for one destination, only to arrive at a completely different one.

But that, Slughorn mused with a smile, was part of the fun.

The exertion of his constitutional eventually became too great, and he turned back toward the castle, thinking fondly of a glass of cold pumpkin juice, and perhaps a few large pieces of crystallized pineapple. It was about one o'clock, and there would probably be some lunch in the Great Hall as well. Though he still intended to save the majority of his appetitie for the evening, Slughorn was never one to pass up a sandwich prepared by the Hogwarts House-Elves.

He had taken only a few steps into the Great Hall when two boys came tumbling down a side staircase; both were laughing loudly, though they seemed--to Slughorn's eyes--to be engaged in a life-or-death duel with silvery, bejeweled swords.

"I'm upping the ante!" shouted the taller of the two, who had red hair, many freckles, and a long nose. "If I win, you have to write my Transfiguration essay, Harry!"

"Pretty confident for a dead man, aren't you?" retorted the shorter, dark-haired boy. He grinned as he lunged forward, sweeping the sword at his companion's legs. "And if I win--oh! Sorry, professor!"

Harry, giving full attention to his friend's slashing blade, had failed to notice Slughorn behind him. He stepped hastily back, having bumped into the green-clad expanse of belly.

"Not to worry, Harry," Slughorn assured him, "no harm done. But do be careful with those swords, boys! I daresay that Professor McGonagall would pull quite a frown if she saw you waving them around like that!"

"These?" The taller boy waved his sword carelessly, in a way that made Slughorn slightly nervous. "It's all right, professor. My brothers made them, they're a new sort of gag. They're not sharp or anything, but they explode into fireworks if you fight with them long enough. Sort of like a deck of Exploding Snap cards, you know?"

"Really?" Even Slughorn had to admit that sounded like fun. "How amusing! You are Ronald Weasley, of course? From my N.E.W.T Potions class?"

"Yes, sir," said Ron, pleased at being remembered. "My brothers are Fred and George, but you wouldn't know them. They ditched school before you came on. They run a joke shop in Diagon Alley, now," he added as an afterthought.

"I shall make it a point to meet them," said Slughorn. It could certainly be worth making contact with up-and-coming jokesters, he knew. There was always money to be made in the business of comedy, and the ground level was an advantageous position to occupy.

"What are you up to today, Professor?" asked Harry, with whom Slughorn was already acquainted, and quite fond. "You look like you're in a good mood."

"I certainly am!" agreed the professor, and he experienced another of those delicious, Felix-induced sparkles through his brain. "But what's a good mood if you keep it all to yourself? I'm having a dinner party this evening, boys, and I should be honored if you would attend. What do you say?" he asked, making special effort to give a big wink to Ron.

"Y-yeah!" Ron said at once, looking ecstatic. "How about it, Harry?"

"Er--all right." Harry sounded less enthusiastic than Ron. "What time, professor?"

"Six o'clock would be perfect," said Slughorn, "but I don't expect things to really get rolling until seven or so."

Harry tapped the tip of his sword on the stone floor--it smoked ominously--and frowned as if he were thinking about something. "Professor?"

"Yes, Harry?"

"If it's not too much trouble, could I invite someone to come along with me?"

There was another sparkle, and Slughorn resisted--with difficulty--the urge to bellow with laughter. He already knew what was coming. "No trouble at all, Harry, no trouble at all! Who will be accompanying you?"

"My girlfriend, Ginny," said Harry. "I mean--Ron's sister," he amended quickly, at a slightly mutinous glance from Ron. "I'm sure she'd enjoy it."

"My boy, the pleasure would be entirely mine," said the Potions Master. He was internally grateful for his walrus-moustche, and the fact that it could hide his grin so well. "See you this evening, then, in my office!"

He trotted off, waving to Harry and Ron, and chortling as Harry's sword exploded in a massive spray of pink fireworks.

***


Slughorn ate a quiet lunch, investigating a copy of The Quibbler as he did so. If Luna's father was the editor, he reflected, he could see why the girl was so unusual. Every article was a sensationalized mass of enthusiasm, urging the reader to investigate and believe in anything that could remotely be possible. Slughorn made a mental note to send away for a subscription; at the very least, it would keep him entertained.

The Felix Felicis was still sending thrills of possibility down his spine every few minutes, but the sense of urgency that dominated the morning had tapered, and he felt no pressing impulses as he returned to his office. That was fortunate, as there was considerable work to do before the party began. Rolling up his sleeves, he got to business.

"A masterful presentation, Horace," said a serene voice some hours later, as Slughorn was putting the finishing touches on the lighting. "You always have had an eye for the opulent."

Slughorn turned, and felt mingled pleasure and wariness at the sight of Albus Dumbledore, the Hogwarts Headmaster, strolling into the office. Dumbledore was tall, thin, and had sweeping silver hair; he looked terribly grand and impressive in his deep, scarlet robes.

"Nothing's too good for a party of this sort, Albus," Slughorn said, gesturing to the rich hangings, polished golden lamps, and many trays of drinks and appetizers. "I always like them to be memorable!"

"Certainly, they are memorable," Dumbledore agreed, his eyes twinkling. "I have numerous fond recollections of your other parties. It has been a fair while since the last one, has it not? You were...fifty-seven, I believe?"

"Fifty-seven," Slughorn agreed, as a movie-reel of treasured images played across his mind's eye. "Quite the evening. Quite the day."

Both of the old men went momentarily quiet, lost in savoring silence.

"But," Dumbledore said at last, "may I offer my assistance? You seem to have things well attended, but I'm sure a helping hand wouldn't go amiss."

"If you like," said Slughorn cordially, and the tingles of Felix Felicis happily nudged him forward. "But do you know what I could really use, Albus?"

There was the briefest of pauses in which Dumbledore seemed to be considering the question. Then the corners of his mouth began to twitch, and he said, "I might, Horace. It is entirely possible that I might." He gave a little bow, and turned toward the door. "I shall be back directly."

Slughorn, who had been expecting the Headmaster to wave his wand in a feat of conjuring, blinked. "You have to fetch it?"

"I keep it safely tucked away," Dumbledore replied. "It must be retrieved by hand. It helps," he added at Slughorn's questioning gaze, "when my willpower falters."

"I shouldn't think such a thing would be possible for you, Albus," Slughorn observed, but Dumbledore only chuckled tolerantly as he left the office.

Slughorn glanced around, making one final sweep of the room; everything seemed to be in place, as far as he could tell. As he had done for his other parties, his office had been magically expanded to comfortably fit anyone wising to attend, as well as placing curtains and hangings along all the walls. It gave a feeling of unusual richness, and made the office look rather like a large, lavish circus tent.

There was just one thing missing, he thought, and smiled as someone immediately knocked on his office door.

"Your timing is impeccable," he told Harry, Ron, Luna, and Ginny, as they filed into the office. Ron's face was positively ecstatic, while Ginny and Harry wore matching expressions of polite disinterest. Luna gazed around the room, looking as if she might float away on the first hint of a breeze.

"Thanks again for inviting us, professor!" Ron enthused. "I wasn't expecting anything really interesting to happen today, you know? Nothing this special, at any rate."

"Every day is special, lad!" Slughorn said approvingly, and he clapped Ron on the back in such a way that he very nearly began to glow.

"It's nice and warm in here," Luna said dreamily, gazing at a vacant, uninteresting corner with inordinate attention. "Do you heat it up for all your parties, professor?"

"Not all of them, my dear," chortled Slughorn. "Just one particular type." He waved them into the room, and closed the door behind them. "Do help yourselves to drinks!"

When the four students had selected glasses of mead and butterbeer, Slughorn gave them the tour of his enlarged office. Harry and Ginny continued to look well-mannered, but bored, while Ron nodded with great enthusiasm at everything the professor showed him.

"Brilliant!" he kept saying. "Absolutely brilliant, professor!"

"You're too kind," Slughorn smirked, Ron goggling at his decorative lamps as if he had never before seen such artifical lighting. "But it is quite a bit of fun to bring out the good china sometimes, as it were."

"Do you have a fire in here, professor?" Luna asked, gazing about the room, and holding an untouched butterbeer lightly in one hand. "It really is lovely and warm..."

"Ah, well," the professor sighed, with what he knew was convincing remorse, "I was going to save it for a bit later. I hate to give away the main attraction too early...anticlimactic, you know."

"Anticlimactic?" Harry repeated, looking interested for the first time. "What do you mean, sir?"

Slughorn gestured them back into the largest of the curtained rooms, and waved his wand. Several of the hangings along the wall rearranged themselves, finally settling into a pattern which obviously stated that they were concealing something.

"Ready?" Slughorn asked, eyeing the students over his shoulder. When they nodded, he waved his wand at the curtains, and they slid smoothly away. The parting folds of cloth, which had previously been blocking only the wall from view, now opened into an entirely new room. The small party entered, and stopped short quite suddenly.

"Wow!" Ron said immediately, and then hesitated. "Er--what is that, exactly?"

"It's quite a fancy sort of thing, wouldn't you agree?" Slughorn asked, guiding the four of them to the center of the newly revealed chamber. "I don't often take it out, so it's nice to give it some use. Only on special occasions, of course."

"It definitely is...big," Harry observed. He walked around the perimeter of it, leaving Ginny's side for the first time in his curiosity. "What is it, exactly?"

"My prized possession," replied the professor truthfully. He gazed fondly at the emerald green brickwork and the intricate, ornate runes carved along the entire length of his treasure. "Made with the purest of silver, and heated by a spark of Undying Flame."

Ron, though he looked somewhat bemused, gave another impressed, "Wow!" He trailed toward Harry, and both of them peered into the dancing light of the brilliantly green fire.

"Not to belittle your favorite thing, professor," said Ginny slowly, "but it kind of looks like--er--"

"A grill?" suggested Luna, who seemed entranced by the flames dancing between the silvery grates. "Are we roasting marshmallows, professor?"

"If you like," Slughorn offered. "I did have something a bit more substantial in mind, though."

"You could definitely get substantial with a thing like that," Ron agreed, walking the length of the wide basin. "You could probably fit a couple of cows on there, eh, Ginny?" He paused, and looked toward his sister. "Ginny?"

"Oh--what?" Ginny looked quickly away from the flames, and took a startled step back. She seemed not to have realized how close she had gotten to the fire, and wiped her forehead. "Yeah, sure. Two of them, I'll bet."

A long, relaxed sigh drew everyone's attention away from Ginny; Luna was also standing very close to the grill, and holding her arms out over it. "They would be lucky cows," she murmured. "It's so warm, professor."

"Isn't it just?" Slughorn bobbed his head up and down in agreement. "Just the thing to thaw you out on a winter's evening, let me tell you!"

"So what're we...um..." Ginny began, but seemed to grow distracted halfway through the sentence. She was a bit pink in the cheeks, and brushed absently at her hair. "...What're we...having? For dinner, I mean?"

"That is the question, isn't it?" Slughorn twiddled his mustache, again letting the Felix Felicis guide him down a golden pathway. "There are so many things one potentially could have for dinner, but the question is--what to have?"

In the short span of seconds following the question, Slughorn thrilled to a spectacular tingle from the Lucky Potion. He had been allowing it to lead him freely since the students had entered, and now knew that he had acted perfectly on its advice.

The next moment, however, he was snapped out of the reverie as Luna's knees seemed to give out; she drifted forward in a strange, slow way, as though she were underwater, and fell full-length across the silver grill. There were gasps of horror from Ron and Harry, but only a sort of longing moan from Ginny.

"Get her off!" Harry shouted, lunging forward and grabbing Luna around the waist. He gasped as his hands touched the hot silver, but didn't let go. "Ron, help me! Professor, can you--!"

"Oh, that's all right, Harry," Luna sighed. She was as limp as a rag-doll as Harry dragged her away from the fire, and made no effort to stand or assist. Unlike Harry, she seemed to be in no discomfort to speak of. "I'm quite happy here."

"She's delirious!" Harry muttered. He rubbed at his hands, grimacing; there were several shiny red burns on each of them. "What's wrong, Luna? Are you sick, or...Luna?"

Luna, upon having found that she was no longer on the grill, had immediately stood up and walked back over to it. Harry gazed helplessly, clearly at a loss.

"Don't worry, Harry," Slughorn said, giving Harry a consoling thump on the back. "It tends to have that effect on young ladies."

Indeed, Ginny was right beside Luna, though she didn't quite look ready to lie down on the grill. She traced her fingers along the silver though, and far from crying out in pain or pulling away, closed her eyes and exhaled deeply. When she held her hands up to examine them, there were no burns or blemishes to mar her skin. "I think I understand, professor."

"I thought you might." Slughorn squeezed her shoulder fondly. "I knew you were a clever girl the moment I met you."

"Wait a second," said Harry, who was looking defensive, angry, and lost. "What's going on? Ginny, why're you--will someone get Luna off of there?"

"I'm really okay, Harry," said Luna. She had again draped herself over the edge of the grill, and seemed completely content to stay there, despite the fact that her sweater was beginning to smolder gently.

"I'm okay with it, sir," Ginny said, looking up at Slughorn with bright, brown eyes, "but I do have one question."

"Oh? What's that, my girl?"

"Is Professor Snape coming to the party?" She scowled at the name. "I don't mind if you and Harry and Ron want to eat me, but I'm not doing it if Snape's going to be here."

"What?" Harry gawked. "Eat--Ginny, are you mental?"

"I'm not, thanks," she said shortly, and gave Harry a looked that would have made an angry basilisk think twice about arguing. "But come on, Harry...it'll be fun if it's all of you, won't it?"

"I think it certainly will be," said Slughorn encouragingly. "And no, Professor Snape will not be attending. He isn't much for festivities, oddly enough. The headmaster should be along in short order, however, along with Professor Flitwick and McGonagall, and a few other friends."

"See?" Ginny leaned up on her toes and kissed Harry's forehead. "Professor Dumbledore will be here, won't he? That means it's fine."

"Oh. I...I guess so," Harry said, sounding unconvinced. "But--eating you? I mean--it's a little strange, isn't it?" He looked to Ron for support, but the taller boy only shrugged.

"Not that strange, mate," said Ron bracingly, and clapped Harry's back. "Mum says I'd have an older sister, but they had her for my Uncle Bilius's birthday ages ago. Muggles don't go in for family meals, then?"

"Not so much," Harry admitted. "They'd think it was...unusual. Mind you my cousin, Dudley, could probably feed a third-world country. If anybody actually wanted to eat a git like him."

"My father always said I'd cook up a treat," Luna commented. She sat up, hanging her legs off the side of the grill. There were wide, smoking holes burned in her sweater and pants, though the skin visible beneath was pale and undamaged. "Could you send him a letter if he's right, Harry? I'm sure he'd like to know."

"Er--sure," said Harry. He still looked uncomfortable, but Slughorn knew that would fade.

***

 No.4390

>>4361
Thanks.

>>4365
In regards to #2 I know that there is a comic with belitrix lestrange cooking Hermione on g.e-hentai,

g.e-hentai.org/g/200445/b55bc80022/

Is this what you are looking for?

Never heard of #3, sounds interesting though

>>4369
I tried to get an account there some time ago, but after two weeks with no contact I tried to log in and it said I was banned, even though I had never been past the login page... any help you can give me?

 No.4393

The feast of lestrange is a story involving bellitrix and Ginny I think I've heard of it before and the story of the bear was that it was given to Ginny after her mine disappeared

 No.4415

The Story with the bear is called Scare Bear.
I myself search for it because mine got corrupted from a Computervirus.

 No.4416

The Story with the bear is called Scare Bear.
I myself search for it because mine got corrupted from a Computervirus.

 No.4417

The Story with the bear is called Scare Bear.
I myself search for it because mine got corrupted from a Computervirus.

 No.4424

Cross link so no one overlooks this excellent story with Hermione and Ginny.

Anniversary Dinner, parts 1 and 2, by EvilFuzzy9.
>>4413
>>4422

 No.4547

Story idea I had,

Hermione has always been curious as to why one should not see ones self when time turning so one day she decides to time turn appearing right in front of her past self. When FUTURE Hermione (FH) appears in front of PRESENT Hermione (PH), PH has a compulsion to cook and eat her future (FH) self.

This would probably be best written in two parts, through first part from PH'S perspective before she gleefully goes back in time to become FH, and the second part obviously being from FH'S perspective of being cooked and eaten. Might need to swap between the two perspectives instead of having two completely separate parts, but that's at the authors discretion.

Personally I would like to see some light to moderate guro along with the dolcett like cooking, things like breast torture with needles and possibly cutting them open. On the dolcett side I would like to see things like basting and stuffing, anal play of some sort, possibly grilling as the cooking method, maybe using her personal library as the full source. All this is at the authors discretion of course.

If anyone does decide to try their hand at this please post a copy here or at least a link to it, thanks.

 No.4583

Her you go Anon. Quick and simple, since I've got other things on my table.
Enjoy.
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Hermione woke up positively bursting with enthusiasm. She almost felt like one of those silly little giggling schoolgirls she held so little respect for.

But how couldn’t she? For Hermione Granger had just had the most fantastic of intellectual experiences. And one which she knew she could follow up and explore further.

Isn’t that something worth getting excited over?

The bushy haired witch threw off her blankets and began to toss on her Gryffindor uniform. As usual her roommates began to grumble, it seemed she was having at least a slightly positive influence. Now they would wake up to complain seemingly on instinct.

“No need!” She offered them. “I won’t be attending classes today.”

“Huh?” Lavender grumbled. “Somebody slipping off for a hot date? Hermione Granger has a life!” She tiredly smiled.

“A date of sorts yes. And definitely hot.” Hermione agreed. “Please at least get yourselves up in time to make second period.” She still felt the need to scold.
With that, and her roommates groans, she left the room.

Now it was time. The experienced witch set to work slipping by teachers, prefects, and what few students were about this early working towards an entirely different location than usual. Not a classroom, nor lecture hall, nor library. No, it was instead one of the little used unremarkable dungeons found underneath the school. Perhaps this particular room held some interest; having a respectable selection of torture implements-all of them quite archaic-surely forgotten from the darker past attached to a great number of the building’s wings.

She actually stepped to just outside the dungeon room and waited in the hallway just around the doorway. After all, it was imperative to not reveal herself early.

Now it was time. The moment to perform the most important part of this fiasco: the Time Turner. Hermione grasped the necklace in her hand and began to turn the hourglass. Eight hours, longer than can safely be done, any lesser witch would end up dead or worse. But Hermione Granger was by no measure a lesser witch.
Naturally as time rolled backwards not much looked to change, owing to the desolate surroundings. However the scholarly little witch knew something would be waiting in there for her: Hermione Granger, of the night before, having retreated down here for some peaceful uninterrupted study time. She stepped around the corner and presented herself.

“Oh!” The completely identical girl exclaimed, looking up from her book. “And why exactly would you be here? We both know it’s forbidden. Minerva warned us.”
Hermione knew she herself wouldn’t be one to waste time on surprise. She wanted the truth. Knowledge.

“You should understand in a moment.” She replied with a smile.

The other self looked confused for a moment then her eyes widened.

“Oh my! This must be some sort of magical preservation law. To ensure two of us can’t co-exist together.” The past self mused.

“My thoughts exactly.” She concurred.

“So you should not be here should you?” Her self questioned.

“True, but it was far too much to resist. As I’m sure you will find out in a moment.”

Hermione tried to put on a seductive voice and pose. Something she was not terribly experienced nor talented at. Still, it more than got the right message across to her past self.

That message being to have no fear of letting loose the urges coursing through her ever since seeing her future self.

“Well then, if I am going to be disposing of you I should get to it shouldn’t I?” The past Hermione smiled.

“I suppose you should.”

“Come on over here then.” She led the current Hermione over to a small stool in front of a simple wooden crossbar. Sitting her down the present Hermione found her shirt being removed, which she quickly helped allow.

“Petrificus Totalus!” Past Hermione shouted the curse.

Granger felt her body instantly freeze solidly in place, rendering her completely and utterly helpless. Which, in this dungeon felt… surprisingly exciting and arousing. Was this simply another consequence of meeting yourself in another time? Does everybody feel this way or did Hermione have tastes of her own influencing this? If so some tastes those would have to be! Or could it be dangerous magic was at play? A curse on her or the Turner perhaps.

It hardly mattered now. With her body rendered helpless and her other self pulling her shoulder forward and lining her chest over the block she couldn’t protest even if she did figure it out. Not to mention how doubtful it is she would anyway.

Hermione turned about and with a few simple wordless waves of her wand a cabinet appeared. Rustling around for only the briefest time she drew out a very crude old hammer and nails of a similar sort.

“An enchantment built into the room. You just need to know the- Oh, of course you’d know that already.” A slight blush crossed her cheeks.

Which was funny. Considering she then placed the tools on the bar and grabbed her bound self’s breast. Carefully seeing if she could flatten it out on the wood.

“We don’t come with much to work with yet do we?” She grumbled. “Whatever. I shall have to make do.”

Grabbing a nail she worked the rather thick old simple bit of iron so it pinched behind a bit of the breast and pushed it down to the wood. Then grasping the hammer in her other hand, she wasted no time bringing it down for a good solid strike. Driving it clean through the breast, albeit making little imprint on the wood.

Granger felt immediate stabbing pain. The terrible crushing impact of the crude blunt nail guaranteed irreparable damage already, and in the most painful way possible. Yet despite that her arousal spiked, seeming to perfectly match her pain. Only her full body bind kept her from producing a most humiliating mixture of screams and moaning.

Hermione meanwhile was grinning like; well, a schoolgirl.

“That felt as good as I expected. Which is far more than it should.”

She wasted no time grabbing another nail and lining it up for the other breast.

*Smack!*

It was actually disconcertingly quiet for both of them. Anyone should be screaming under such treatment, and Granger truly wanted to be doing just that. The most frightening part being that it wasn’t entirely pain that was the reason for that urge. Her cunt felt nearly on fire and she couldn’t move even an inch to touch it.

“Well that was fun. Just one last thing. Flagrante!” Hermione cursed the nail in her left breast inflicting a terrible fiery burn.

“Flagrante!” She followed suite with the right. The heat was almost unbearable.

Agony almost exactly as if her little breasts were on fire; from the inside! Until her past self then dismissed the curse and withdrew the nails. Magically of course.

“This really is fun! In an intellectually stimulating way of course.” Hermione covered up her enthusiasm. “There are precious few ways left to experiment with activities traditionally viewed as ‘inhumane’.”

Granger fleetingly thought of how this would by no stretch of the imagination count as humane. But the crippling sexual haze covering her world drowned that idea out before it could even solidify.

“But I think it’s time to finish.” With a flourish of her wand and this time a few arcane words, the torture equipment in the room changed. Now where a crude rack once stood was a metal frame. A grill of thick metal bars able to comfortably accommodate an ordinary sized human and hold them in place with the manacles on the top and bottom. This frame was also built atop container holding a bed of coals. Lastly, several accessories dangled from the side of said container.

Granger shivered in fear and anticipation.

“Lie down on it. Belly up.” Hermione ordered, dropping the body bind to allow her.

Granger stood up, stumbling at first, and crawled onto the frame lying on her back. Hermione leaned down and browsed the various dangling implements before selecting one and lifting it to show her victim.

“This should help us cook nice and evenly.” It was a thick iron shaft, rather phallic in shape, with something like a clip or slot on the side to allow it to attach to the frame.

“Arvara!” Hermione cast a greasing spell on the shaft. The she lifted Granger’s legs and pushed it against her ass. The wounded girl winced in trepidation, this device was clearly not designed for comfortable insertion. The entire process was made more difficult as the past witch had great trouble forcing it in. But with a great shove the pole forced past her sphincter and rapidly plowed into her rectum.

“Ah!!!” She screamed at the intrusion. It felt painful, but at the same time undeniably sexual being penetrated so deeply.

Hermione attached the shaft to the frame and shackled the dazed witch in.

“Flagrante!” With one final wave of her wand the coals ignited.

Hermione admired her work: a future self bound, rectally penetrated, and beginning to sweat from the heat, but so dazed from the abuse she didn’t even consciously react yet. It was comforting and beautiful really.

The scene only lasted around a minute though, before the bushy haired girl began squirming over the fire. Her motions increased in speed and desperation and load moans began to escape her throat. Clearly however escape was not on her mind.

“You need to cum do you?” Hermione asked with a smirk.

Granger responded with an immediate flurry of nods. “Yessss…” She pitifully moaned.

The past girl offered a condescending sigh. “Merlin do I become a desperate little tramp! Fine, I suppose if I don’t do it for you the next one won’t for me.”

She reached out her wand and simply roughly smacked the girl’s clit and began grinding. Even this rude attempt at help was clearly enough though. As her future self immediately pushed and ground her hips back in response as she sounded joyous cries of release.

“Now hurry up cooking. I need still need to try some for a snack a catch myself some sleep before I can go.” Hermione warned. Adding a hasty spell to stoke the flames.

The warning seemed unnecessary. With her energies spent, and body thoroughly broken, Granger faded fast. Clearly the insertion rod was also doing its part to accelerate the process as well. It wasn’t long before the room smelled of delicious grilling meat, accompanied by the pleasant sound of fat sizzling as it dripped from the holes in the meat’s breasts.

Hermione smiled as she admired it ceasing to be a brilliant witch, or a girl with a future-her future-and instead became a simple meal of roast girl.

As that meat she too would soon escape all the stress and expectations, the cycle of class after class in a mad rush of time travel and grades.

She would just be dinner.

 No.4603

>>4583
*laughs* holy crap, I didn't expect anyone to really read my idea much less actually write a story from it seeing as I rambled it out at 3am. I need to check back more often it would seem. I am glad you were able to take it and make something from it, that made my day.

Thanks Asteroth, do you have any other work elsewhere?

 No.4604

Yeah, I figured.
That's why I like to occasionally do that: its like text board photobombing or something. People drop ideas and then mind blown if it gets filled.

Yep. I do have works on the Dolcett Girls Forum. Including a series of HP stories mentioned earlier in this thread.

 No.4605

>>4604
I tried to get an account there some time ago but it never activated, then after a few weeks it said I was banned. What's up with that?

 No.4608

A while back before he got mods the guy behind it was so flooded with spambot entries he had to start rejecting new members out of hand.

The problem is solved now (4 part time moderators). You should get in unless your IP is from a few regions in India.

 No.4633

Noosegirl wrote a story about Hermione Hanging in a village. Anyone still have that one?

 No.4640

>>4608
Well, I made a new account with a different email, now all I can do is wait. About how long should confermation take?

 No.4641

>>4633

I'd like to see that one, too.

Also, most of the stories here are Hermione or Ginny, with a tiny bit of Luna, too.

But with some of the more conventional HP Fics I've read, I think it might be fun to explore Snuff options with some of the other girls. Daphne or Astoria Greengrass, perhaps? Cho Chang? Tracey Davis?

Anything out there with those girls?

 No.4642

Harry Potter And A Dish Served Chilled

An original doclettish, fanfic, by Future.

In which, Snape reminds his Godson, that to a Slytherin, revenge is a dish best served chilled with a pinot of your enemy’s anguish on the side.

Disclaimer: JKRowling owns all of this, even if she turned over the last two books to a committee…her bad guys and heroes are equally pathetic…and her idea of romance apparently tastes like dishwater…

Chapter 1

“You’re dead Potter!” Draco Malfoy’s voice was low, seeped in malice.

Harry raised his eyebrows. “Funny,” he said, “you’d think I’d have stopped walking around…”

Malfoy looked angrier than Harry had ever seen him. He felt a kind of detached satisfaction at the sight of his pale, pointed face contorted in rage.

“You’re going to pay,” said Malfoy in voice barely louder than a whisper. “I’m going to make you pay for what you’ve done to my father…”

“Well, I’m terrified now,” said Harry sarcastically. “I s’pose Lord Voldemort’s just a warm-up act compared to you three—what’s the matter?” he said, for Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had all stricken at the sound of the name. “He’s your dad’s mate, isn’t he? Not scared of him, are you?”

“You think you’re such a big man, Potter,” said Malfoy, advancing now, Crabbe and Goyle flanking him. “You wait. I’ll have you. You can’t land my father in prison—“

“I thought I just had,” said Harry.

“The dementors have left Azkaban,” said Malfoy quietly. “Dad and the others will be out in no time…”

“Yeah, I expect they will,” said Harry, “Still, at least everyone knows what scumbags they are now—“

Malfoy’s hand flew toward his wand, but Harry was too quick for him. He had drawn his own wand before Malfoy’s fingers have even entered the pocket of his robes.

“Potter!”

The voice rang across the entrance hall; Snape had emerged from the staircase leading down to his office, and at the sight of him Harry felt a great rush of hatred beyond anything he felt toward Malfoy…Whatever Dumbledore said, he would never forgive Snape…never…

“What are you doing, Potter?” said Snape coldly as ever, as he strode over to the four of them.

“I’m trying to decide what curse to use on Malfoy, sir,” said Harry fiercely.

Snape stared at him.

“Put that wand away at once,” he said curtly. “Ten points from Gryff—“

Snape looked toward the giant hourglasses on the walls and gave a sneering smile.

Snape turned back to Harry with a smirk, and with his voice dripping with malevolent promise, sneered, “Ah, I see there are no longer any points left in the Gryffindor hourglass to take away. In that case, Potter, we will simply have to—“

“Add some more?”

Professor McGongagall had just stumped up the stone steps into the castle. She was carrying a tartan carpetbag in one hand and leaning heavily on a walking stick with her other, but otherwise looked quite well.

“Professor McGonagall!” said Snape, composing his expression, while striding forward. “Out of St. Mungo’s, I see!”

Yes, Professor Snape,” Said Professor McGonagall, shrugging off her traveling cloak, “I’m quite as good as new. You two—Crabbe—Goyle—”

She beckoned them forward imperiously and they came, shuffling their large feet and looking awkward, looking first at Malfoy in stunned disbelief, then, to Snape for conformation.

“Here,” said Professor McGonagall, ignored the byplay, thrusting her carpetbag into Crabbe’s chest and her cloak into Goyle’s, “take these up to my office for me.”

They turned and stumped away up the marble staircase.

“Right then,” said Professor McGonagall, looking up at the hourglasses on the wall, “well, I think Potter and his friends ought to have fifty points apiece for alerting the world to the return of You-Know-Who! What say you, Professor Snape?”

“What?” snapped Snape, though Harry knew he had heard Professor McGonagall perfectly well. Snape’s voice was clipped with barely suppressed rage, as he asked, “How could getting his dog killed and his friends injured merit house points? He endangered the entire…operation.” He choked off with a glance at the furious face of his godson, Draco.

Professor McGonagall saw Harry flinch under the verbal assault, so she pressed on quickly, “So, that’s fifty each for Potter, the two Weasley’s, Longbottom, and Miss Granger.” As she finished, a shower of rubies fell down to the bottom bulb of the Gryffindor’s hourglass. As an afterthought, she added, “Oh—and fifty for Miss Lovegood, I suppose,” and a number of sapphires fell into Ravenclaw’s glass. “Now then, you wanted to take ten from Mr. Potter, I think, Professor Snape—so there we are…”

A few rubies retreated into the upper bulb, leaving a respectable amount below nevertheless.

“Well, Potter, Malfoy, be about your business now,” Professor McGonagall continued briskly, waving her free hand absently.

Harry was still shaking in rage, almost overcome with his loathing for Snape and Malfoy. Torn by his guilt, heart aching from the truth in Snape’s accusations, Harry wheeled and fled back up the corridor he’d come down, blindly, with tears streaking down his face, while trying to choke back his sobs until he was at least out of earshot.

Once Professor McGonagall had slowly stumped up the staircase and entered the Great Hall, Malfoy turned to Professor Snape and started to ask, “But, Professor Snape…”

Severus Snape growled and snatched him by the collar, pulling the startled scion of Malfoy close. He hissed, “Not here, you fool!” He then spun Draco around and frog marched him down the corridor to the dungeons by the scruff of his neck.

Leaning close to the door to his private quarters, Snape gave a low hiss of the password, and as the door opened, slung Draco through the door with all of his might. Draco stumbled and fell to the floor just in front of the door and looked up into his Godfather’s towering rage.

“Are you a Slytherin or a useless Gryffindor? Have you learned nothing! Remember, revenge is a dish best served chilled, with a fragrant pinot of your enemy’s anguish.” Snape started at a roar, which curled down to a cold, malice-filled purr.

Draco flinched, then gaped before realizing, his Godfather had a plan. A plan that would give him his revenge! He smirked and held up a hand, which his Professor, mentor, and Godfather took with his own answering smirk.

“You have a plan then?” Draco asked.

“Yes, well I was thinking. Potter might be under that fool, the Headmaster’s, protection night and day. The wards of old noble house protect Longbottom. The Weasels have more than adequate wards. Besides, if the whole pathetic clan were there, they have as many as nine wands, without any of their,” he sneered, “pathetic, blood traitor, friends visiting.”

Draco shifted his mentor’s words in his mind. He continued the analysis, as he had many a time as an exercise. “That leaves the Mudblood and Lovegood. The Lovegoods live alone, but who knows what wards that Loony’s dearly departed mother, or demented father thought appropriate. Thus, by process of elimination, that leaves…Granger!” He shared a eager smile, then continued, “She might have some wards, hastily emplaced by Dumbledope’s lackeys, and maybe even minders, but with so many targets, the old fool’s resources have to be spread somewhat thin. Besides, there’s only so much you can do in a muggle neighborhood.”

Snape gave Draco a smug smile. “See? You can be a credit to Slytherin ideals, you simply can not let The-Boy-Who-Will-Soon-Bow-To-The-Dark-Lord get under your skin.” Snape clapped his hand on his protégé’s shoulder and lead him into the sitting room. As Draco sat in one of the large comfy chairs, Severus went to his liquor cabinet and pulled the velvet bag off of an old bottle of French Cognac, pulled two sifters from the rack and poured them both a double shot. Turning back to his Godson, Snape handed him one of the sifters and with a warning flick of one eyebrow indicated that Draco was to wait for the signal before imbibing in the celebratory libation.

“Details Professor: details! What is your plan to crush Potter?”

Snape twirled his drink by the stem of the sifter and smirked. Then, his smile warmed his voice as he said, “Oh, I was just thinking that I might, just might, have a target for your initiation after you take the Master’s mark. In fact, I might, just might, have a way to make sure that Potter is in attendance, so that after we finish turning Granger into potion ingredients and troll chow, we could take him, crushed emotionally directly to our Master.”

Draco’s eyes widened as he saw the beauty of the plan. Not only could he put the uppity Mudblood down, permanently, but also he could have his vengeance on Potter at the same time, thereby currying the favor of the Dark Lord. He lifted his sifter to his mentor in salute, and they both inhaled the heady aroma, then sipped appreciatively from the smooth taste of victory.

After several moments, simply enjoying each other’s company and the thought of Granger and Potter’s just deserts, Draco looked up. “So, what do I need to do?”

“You will go as planned to meet the Dark Lord and take his mark with Crabbe and Goyle, then you will repair to Malfoy manner and prepare yourselves for your initiation. Be imaginative, we wouldn’t want Granger to be disappointed by her send off from this mortal coil, now would we?”

“How will you get Potter to the festivities then, Professor?”

“Simple, I will have that fool the Headmaster assign me to the guard rotation for that stuck-up little know-it-all, Mudblood bitch. Then, when I see Potter’s owl, I will take out any other guards, appartate to your manor and pick up you and your compatriots. We will return, via portkey, capture the owl and Granger, then send Potter another portkey as an invitation with his own owl to join us for the evenings festivities. After you finish off the Mudblood, with Potter watching, we take her body, Potter and portkey directly to the Master, where he can dispose of the heartbroken little ‘hero’ at his leisure.”

“All of that makes sense, except for the owl. Why do we have to wait for Potter’s owl?” Draco asked, as his mind worried at the puzzle.

“Quite simply, because Potter can be contacted by no other method. Only his owl can find him during the summer. But fear not, he normally sends Granger an owl every week. So, we should be able to take care of your vengeance by mid-June.”

“And if Potter declines our invitation?”

Snape shrugged and answered laconically, “Then we still get the Mudblood, you still complete your initiation, and we can still send Potter her head in a box for his birthday present.”

“Boots.”

Snape shook his head at the non sequitur. “Boots? What do you mean?”

“I think I’ll have her hide tanned and made into a pair of boots. That way I can have Mudblood boots for splashing about in mud and blood,” he answered with a snicker and a brilliant smile.

 No.4643

>>3380
Harry Potter And A Dish Served Chilled

An original doclettish, fanfic, by Future.

In which, Snape reminds his Godson, that to a Slytherin, revenge is a dish best served chilled with a pinot of your enemy’s anguish on the side.

Disclaimer: JKRowling owns all of this, even if she turned over the last two books to a committee…her bad guys and heroes are equally pathetic…and her idea of romance apparently tastes like dishwater…

Chapter 1

“You’re dead Potter!” Draco Malfoy’s voice was low, seeped in malice.

Harry raised his eyebrows. “Funny,” he said, “you’d think I’d have stopped walking around…”

Malfoy looked angrier than Harry had ever seen him. He felt a kind of detached satisfaction at the sight of his pale, pointed face contorted in rage.

“You’re going to pay,” said Malfoy in voice barely louder than a whisper. “I’m going to make you pay for what you’ve done to my father…”

“Well, I’m terrified now,” said Harry sarcastically. “I s’pose Lord Voldemort’s just a warm-up act compared to you three—what’s the matter?” he said, for Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had all stricken at the sound of the name. “He’s your dad’s mate, isn’t he? Not scared of him, are you?”

“You think you’re such a big man, Potter,” said Malfoy, advancing now, Crabbe and Goyle flanking him. “You wait. I’ll have you. You can’t land my father in prison—“

“I thought I just had,” said Harry.

“The dementors have left Azkaban,” said Malfoy quietly. “Dad and the others will be out in no time…”

“Yeah, I expect they will,” said Harry, “Still, at least everyone knows what scumbags they are now—“

Malfoy’s hand flew toward his wand, but Harry was too quick for him. He had drawn his own wand before Malfoy’s fingers have even entered the pocket of his robes.

“Potter!”

The voice rang across the entrance hall; Snape had emerged from the staircase leading down to his office, and at the sight of him Harry felt a great rush of hatred beyond anything he felt toward Malfoy…Whatever Dumbledore said, he would never forgive Snape…never…

“What are you doing, Potter?” said Snape coldly as ever, as he strode over to the four of them.

“I’m trying to decide what curse to use on Malfoy, sir,” said Harry fiercely.

Snape stared at him.

“Put that wand away at once,” he said curtly. “Ten points from Gryff—“

Snape looked toward the giant hourglasses on the walls and gave a sneering smile.

Snape turned back to Harry with a smirk, and with his voice dripping with malevolent promise, sneered, “Ah, I see there are no longer any points left in the Gryffindor hourglass to take away. In that case, Potter, we will simply have to—“

“Add some more?”

Professor McGongagall had just stumped up the stone steps into the castle. She was carrying a tartan carpetbag in one hand and leaning heavily on a walking stick with her other, but otherwise looked quite well.

“Professor McGonagall!” said Snape, composing his expression, while striding forward. “Out of St. Mungo’s, I see!”

Yes, Professor Snape,” Said Professor McGonagall, shrugging off her traveling cloak, “I’m quite as good as new. You two—Crabbe—Goyle—”

She beckoned them forward imperiously and they came, shuffling their large feet and looking awkward, looking first at Malfoy in stunned disbelief, then, to Snape for conformation.

“Here,” said Professor McGonagall, ignored the byplay, thrusting her carpetbag into Crabbe’s chest and her cloak into Goyle’s, “take these up to my office for me.”

They turned and stumped away up the marble staircase.

“Right then,” said Professor McGonagall, looking up at the hourglasses on the wall, “well, I think Potter and his friends ought to have fifty points apiece for alerting the world to the return of You-Know-Who! What say you, Professor Snape?”

“What?” snapped Snape, though Harry knew he had heard Professor McGonagall perfectly well. Snape’s voice was clipped with barely suppressed rage, as he asked, “How could getting his dog killed and his friends injured merit house points? He endangered the entire…operation.” He choked off with a glance at the furious face of his godson, Draco.

Professor McGonagall saw Harry flinch under the verbal assault, so she pressed on quickly, “So, that’s fifty each for Potter, the two Weasley’s, Longbottom, and Miss Granger.” As she finished, a shower of rubies fell down to the bottom bulb of the Gryffindor’s hourglass. As an afterthought, she added, “Oh—and fifty for Miss Lovegood, I suppose,” and a number of sapphires fell into Ravenclaw’s glass. “Now then, you wanted to take ten from Mr. Potter, I think, Professor Snape—so there we are…”

A few rubies retreated into the upper bulb, leaving a respectable amount below nevertheless.

“Well, Potter, Malfoy, be about your business now,” Professor McGonagall continued briskly, waving her free hand absently.

Harry was still shaking in rage, almost overcome with his loathing for Snape and Malfoy. Torn by his guilt, heart aching from the truth in Snape’s accusations, Harry wheeled and fled back up the corridor he’d come down, blindly, with tears streaking down his face, while trying to choke back his sobs until he was at least out of earshot.

Once Professor McGonagall had slowly stumped up the staircase and entered the Great Hall, Malfoy turned to Professor Snape and started to ask, “But, Professor Snape…”

Severus Snape growled and snatched him by the collar, pulling the startled scion of Malfoy close. He hissed, “Not here, you fool!” He then spun Draco around and frog marched him down the corridor to the dungeons by the scruff of his neck.

Leaning close to the door to his private quarters, Snape gave a low hiss of the password, and as the door opened, slung Draco through the door with all of his might. Draco stumbled and fell to the floor just in front of the door and looked up into his Godfather’s towering rage.

“Are you a Slytherin or a useless Gryffindor? Have you learned nothing! Remember, revenge is a dish best served chilled, with a fragrant pinot of your enemy’s anguish.” Snape started at a roar, which curled down to a cold, malice-filled purr.

Draco flinched, then gaped before realizing, his Godfather had a plan. A plan that would give him his revenge! He smirked and held up a hand, which his Professor, mentor, and Godfather took with his own answering smirk.

“You have a plan then?” Draco asked.

“Yes, well I was thinking. Potter might be under that fool, the Headmaster’s, protection night and day. The wards of old noble house protect Longbottom. The Weasels have more than adequate wards. Besides, if the whole pathetic clan were there, they have as many as nine wands, without any of their,” he sneered, “pathetic, blood traitor, friends visiting.”

Draco shifted his mentor’s words in his mind. He continued the analysis, as he had many a time as an exercise. “That leaves the Mudblood and Lovegood. The Lovegoods live alone, but who knows what wards that Loony’s dearly departed mother, or demented father thought appropriate. Thus, by process of elimination, that leaves…Granger!” He shared a eager smile, then continued, “She might have some wards, hastily emplaced by Dumbledope’s lackeys, and maybe even minders, but with so many targets, the old fool’s resources have to be spread somewhat thin. Besides, there’s only so much you can do in a muggle neighborhood.”

Snape gave Draco a smug smile. “See? You can be a credit to Slytherin ideals, you simply can not let The-Boy-Who-Will-Soon-Bow-To-The-Dark-Lord get under your skin.” Snape clapped his hand on his protégé’s shoulder and lead him into the sitting room. As Draco sat in one of the large comfy chairs, Severus went to his liquor cabinet and pulled the velvet bag off of an old bottle of French Cognac, pulled two sifters from the rack and poured them both a double shot. Turning back to his Godson, Snape handed him one of the sifters and with a warning flick of one eyebrow indicated that Draco was to wait for the signal before imbibing in the celebratory libation.

“Details Professor: details! What is your plan to crush Potter?”

Snape twirled his drink by the stem of the sifter and smirked. Then, his smile warmed his voice as he said, “Oh, I was just thinking that I might, just might, have a target for your initiation after you take the Master’s mark. In fact, I might, just might, have a way to make sure that Potter is in attendance, so that after we finish turning Granger into potion ingredients and troll chow, we could take him, crushed emotionally directly to our Master.”

Draco’s eyes widened as he saw the beauty of the plan. Not only could he put the uppity Mudblood down, permanently, but also he could have his vengeance on Potter at the same time, thereby currying the favor of the Dark Lord. He lifted his sifter to his mentor in salute, and they both inhaled the heady aroma, then sipped appreciatively from the smooth taste of victory.

After several moments, simply enjoying each other’s company and the thought of Granger and Potter’s just deserts, Draco looked up. “So, what do I need to do?”

“You will go as planned to meet the Dark Lord and take his mark with Crabbe and Goyle, then you will repair to Malfoy manner and prepare yourselves for your initiation. Be imaginative, we wouldn’t want Granger to be disappointed by her send off from this mortal coil, now would we?”

“How will you get Potter to the festivities then, Professor?”

“Simple, I will have that fool the Headmaster assign me to the guard rotation for that stuck-up little know-it-all, Mudblood bitch. Then, when I see Potter’s owl, I will take out any other guards, appartate to your manor and pick up you and your compatriots. We will return, via portkey, capture the owl and Granger, then send Potter another portkey as an invitation with his own owl to join us for the evenings festivities. After you finish off the Mudblood, with Potter watching, we take her body, Potter and portkey directly to the Master, where he can dispose of the heartbroken little ‘hero’ at his leisure.”

“All of that makes sense, except for the owl. Why do we have to wait for Potter’s owl?” Draco asked, as his mind worried at the puzzle.

“Quite simply, because Potter can be contacted by no other method. Only his owl can find him during the summer. But fear not, he normally sends Granger an owl every week. So, we should be able to take care of your vengeance by mid-June.”

“And if Potter declines our invitation?”

Snape shrugged and answered laconically, “Then we still get the Mudblood, you still complete your initiation, and we can still send Potter her head in a box for his birthday present.”

“Boots.”

Snape shook his head at the non sequitur. “Boots? What do you mean?”

“I think I’ll have her hide tanned and made into a pair of boots. That way I can have Mudblood boots for splashing about in mud and blood,” he answered with a snicker and a brilliant smile.

 No.4644

Meanwhile, Harry had stumbled around nearly blind from his tears. Not knowing how, he had found himself back outside the door to the Hospital Wing. He barely had the strength to open the door and stumbled inside. He closed the door, and slid to the floor, sobbing with his arms on his knees and his head cradled in his arms.

The pad of bare feet on stone was followed by a tentative touch on his arm, and he heard a voice trying to break through his sobs.

“Harry, come on. I’m still too stiff to sit on the floor with you,” Hermione soothed, with a lopsided, worried smile. She tugged at his arm and chewed on her lower lip. Harry tilted his tear-streaked face up to her and grabbed her hand. Hermione’s heart ached for his pain. But before she had to give him further urging, Harry slowly gathered himself and rose to his feet, clutching her hand like a lifeline.

Hermione’s injury left her still wobbly, and Harry was none too steady on his feet at the moment, so they each put an arm around the other’s waist and made long, slow, halting progress through the ward, until they reached the bed Hermione had been assigned. When they both had collapsed onto her bed, Hermione pulled him close into a tender hug as he cried.

For several moments, she simply held his head on her shoulder as he cried, his arms draped uselessly. Finally, his arms tightened around her and his sobbing started to wane. Hermione implored, “Harry, what’s wrong? You seemed to be doing ok when you left only twenty minutes before you came back like this.”

Harry took a deep halting breath and lifted his head to look into her gentle brown eyes from only inches. He saw her gentle patience, and concern, and drawing from that the strength to answer her question. “Had a run in with Draco and his goons,” he paused, before continuing with a hitch in his voice, said, “but it was when Snape showed up that it all went spare.”

He swallowed, searching her eyes for more strength. She snatched at him and pulled him into a tighter hug, with her cheek against his, and their chins resting on each other’s shoulder. She pled, “Oh Harry, what did he say to you that set you off like this?”

“He said,” and Harry paused to take a deep breath and nuzzle into Hermione’s hair, before finally blurting out his greatest shame, “that I’d gotten Sirius killed and endangered everybody! And he was right.”

Harry twisted desperately in her grasp and pulled away. He couldn’t even look at her as he bared his greatest fear. He choked out, “How can you ever forgive me? I can’t forgive myself! I nearly got you killed. I did get Sirius killed! When I thought you were dead I went a bit mad and if Neville hadn’t told me you were still alive, I might have taken a dive through the veil myself to follow you and Sirius.”

Hermione tried logic. “Harry, you can’t take responsibility for everybody! Sirius was a grown man, he chose to be there to try and help you. The same can be said for all of us that went there with you. You told us it was dangerous, just as I told you it was likely a trap, but we all came to help you anyways, just as you had to go anyways.”

Hermione had managed to hold onto his nearer hand as he pulled away, and he hadn’t even look at her as he choked out his guilt-laden confession. After getting no change to his demeanor from her arguments, she used both hands to apply gentle pressure and get him to turn back and look at her. Once she’d gotten him settled upright next to her, he still had his body turned away, so she shifted her grip to his shoulders and twisted them to face her. Still, he wouldn’t turn to meet her eyes. So, she swallowed her own fears, and leaned in to kiss him softly on the lips.

His eyes flew to hers in shock. She pulled away just a quarter inch and chewed on her lower lip, eyes flicking between his eyes. Seeing the wonderment in his eyes, she giggled, and pressed her lips to his again. She brought her hands up to cup his face, while keeping her eyes open to watch as the pain and anguish slowly were replaced by something else. Just as his eyes started to drift closed in bliss, she allowed her own to close, and flicked her tongue against Harry’s lips.

Harry moaned into her kiss. As he did so, his mouth opened slightly, and Hermione needed no further invitation, as she launched her tongue on a mission of exploration into his mouth. Finally, Harry responded. He crushed her to his breast and drove her tongue from his mouth in a counter attack that granted him the secrets of her mouth.

When she drew her hands down to his chest to push him away, their lips parted and eyes opened, they panted with their eyes locked and foreheads touching. Both of them raised a hand to cradle the other’s face. Harry was suddenly aware of her breasts pressed into him when an errant thought sent a surge of panic through him, and he darted his eyes to the bed where Ron had been during his last visit.

Hermione felt him start. How could she not, as tightly, as closely as they were at the moment? Seeing where he was looking, she snickered, “Ron didn’t want to miss dinner. So he talked Madame Pomfrey into releasing him this afternoon, shortly after you left the first time.”

Harry gave a heavy sigh. Looking at her ruefully, “Thank God! I mean if he had seen me like this, who knows what he’d do? I’d never hear the end of it!”

Hermione gave him a quick kiss, but sucked his lower lip into hers as she pulled away. Then giving him an exaggerated pout, asked teasingly, “Which part? The part where you came in and collapsed into tears? Or the part where you were snogging me senseless?”

“Uh…well, both I guess,” he answered with a sheepish grin.

Hermione gave him a frown and said, “His response to both would have been to run away, or avoid the whole issue. His emotional depth still hasn’t gotten much passed that of a teaspoon,” she paused for a second, and grimaced, “Unless he decided to go spare out of jealousy. He’s got the jealous prat act down pat.”

Harry blushed and looked at her sidelong. He asked, “Not that it wasn’t brilliant, but what brought that on Hermione?” Seeing her eyes start to fill with unshed tears, he clasped both of her hands in his, and raced onward, “I didn’t know you felt that way about me. I’m so used to keeping all my feelings locked inside, and all I know for sure is that I never, ever want to have to be without you in my life.” Harry let out a deep breath; “I haven’t had much experience with people caring about me. In fact, when you hugged me in the potion puzzle room First Year, it was the first time I remember ever being hugged. So, I wasn’t sure just how what I was feeling was best described. Are you like a sister to me? Or more like my very best friend? Or is there more? Could I be falling in love with you? I just don’t know, because I have never had any reasonable role models to base my behavior upon. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia? Please tell me that is not my fate! Hell, I don’t want to be Arthur to your Molly either!”

Hermione harrumphed right into his face. Getting nose to nose with Harry, she scolded, “Harry James Potter! I have loved you since First Year, when you saved me from the Troll. You mean we’ve wasted all of this time because you were too chicken to even ask your best friend how she felt about you?”

Harry felt incipient panic at her words and tone, but then he noticed the twinkle in her eyes, and the slightest of curl to her lips. He gave her a ferocious mock scowl, and growled, “No fair! I’m not used to this kind of closeness and not all that sure of how to describe my feelings. So, I’m not very good at teasing.”

Hermione blinked. She said, “I’m so sorry Harry. But you know me,” she paused and placed one hand over his heart, “And you know, right here, I would never do anything to hurt you, right? And honestly, I didn’t realize I was in love with you until the first task of the TriWizard Tournament.”

“Took you that long did it? So much for brightest witch of her generation! I’m afraid I’ve been in love with you since second year,” Harry smirked.

Hermione’s dive into him knocked them both over, with her landing atop him. She kissed him fiercely for several seconds, then winced and pulled away. “Oh, bother! I’m still too stiff and sore to get that energetic.”

“Well then, why don’t we just have a bit of a lay in and cuddle some? Do you need another pain relief potion?” Harry asked, as he rolled himself onto his side on one side of her hospital bed.

Hermione spooned herself back into her wizard with a smile, that grew bigger when Harry brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck and ear. After a few more minutes of conversation, with Harry very conscious of where his hands rested, they both drifted off to sleep; exhausted by the changes and emotions they’d been subjected to that afternoon.


Madam Pomfrey bustled down the ward towards her office. As she went, she turned her gaze upon her last remaining patient and skidded to a stop. Looking down upon Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, spooned together on her hospital bed, she started to smile, but then her eyes glazed over and her expression stilled. She mechanically turned and walked back out of the Hospital Wing and up the corridor leading to the Headmaster’s Office.

The guardian gargoyle stepped aside to let the school nurse ascend the spiral staircase to the Headmaster’s Office. At the door to his she paused until the door opened, then paced wordlessly to stand in front of the Dumbledore’s desk.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Chief Mugwump International Conference of Wizards, and Recipient of the Order of Merlin First Class, sighed in resignation as he saw Pomfrey’s blank stare. He muttered to himself, “This is getting ridiculous! I obliviate and obliviate and lay compulsion after compulsion on those two! And still, they end up getting together and I have to do it all over again! It’s only been eight days since the last time. I think I may have to let Snape’s plan to butcher that little bitch succeed, just so I don’t constantly have to deal with this aggravation! If I let him have Granger, maybe I can limit him to harvesting two girls this year. I guess I’ll have to figure out some way to save the boy though, can’t have him meeting Tom in anything other than a combat situation now can I?”

He snorted, invoking the triggers of the customized Imperious curse that Pomfrey was under, “Well, I guess I know what I’m doing this evening. Pomfrey, stay here for ten minutes, then head back to the hospital wing, forget everything from the time you entered the hospital wing before coming here until the time you return.”

Albus flowed down the spiral staircase and towards the hospital wing with the both the careful, exacting steps of a very old man, and yet, his strides were still the long and powerful steps of a much younger man. He was muttering to himself the whole way, “I can’t believe those two are able to keep throwing off my spells. Each time they’ve broken the compulsions faster, but at least the obliviations are still working. That would be a complete disaster.” He snickered, “I’m not surprised Potter couldn’t learn Legimancy, with as many holes in his memory as he has. Hell, even if he where able to completely protect all of the memories he knows about, to a sufficiently powerful Legimancy attack, his defenses would look like a sieve, since he can’t protect what he doesn’t even know about.”

Opening the door to the Hospital Wing, Dumbledore swept up the wing until he arrived at a bed with two occupants, unconscious and spooned together. He sneered, “How sweet. Young love,” drawing his wand, he began to cast, “Ennervate! Legimense!”

Sifting through Potter’s memories, he tried to pick out the point where he could erase the memories that would cause the boy the greatest pain, confusion, and suffering. Thinking to himself that if he just left the memory of Harry running from the confrontation at the entrance in tears, ended it when he slumped to the floor against the door inside the Hospital Wing, looping that memory for an hour or so before tumbling into an exhausted slumber, he could maximize the emotional disruption. On the plus side, he could simply modify Granger’s memory to have her remember being asleep the entire time. Putting his plan to work, he began casting at Harry again, “Obliviate! Legimense! Stupify! Levicorpus!” After levitating Harry over to the door, he left him slumped against the wall, and Dumbledore returned to Hermione’s Hospital bed. He finished off his casting with, “Obliviate! Legimense! Stupify!” Then, he put the Eldar Wand away, and walked out of the Hospital Wing, with a spring in his step, taking a different path back to his office, so that he wouldn’t run into Pomfrey on her way down from his office.

 No.4645

Madam Pomfrey stepped into her Hospital Wing, and nearly tripped over an unconscious Harry Potter. Looking down at his tear-streaked face, Pomfrey murmured, “Poor dear. He’s overwrought.” Pulling her wand, she cast the levitation charm and Harry’s unconscious body lifted off the floor to follow her down the ward. She flicked her wrist and Harry’s body swooped into the bed next to Hermione. Then, she transfigured his robe into pajamas and tucked him in.

Pomfrey’s gaze wandered over to Hermione, and she wondered for the hundredth time, when the two would finally recognize how deep their feelings were for each other. With a single shake of her head, she turned and walked to her office, to finish off the paperwork for the evening before retiring to her quarters for the evening.


The days before the students all boarded the Hogwart’s Express passed in a blur for Harry. All he could feel was a numbness that distanced him from his pain, or the pain. No one, not even Hermione, had been able to have a real conversation with him, because after any mention of Sirius, his eyes began to fill with tears, and he fled and went into hiding. Harry wasn’t sure why he couldn’t talk to Hermione, but things seemed so awkward and wrong, he just couldn’t bring himself to share his feelings.

Harry, Ginny, Ron, Luna, Neville and Hermione found a compartment, stored their luggage and settled back for the ride. Harry pretended to sleep, to avoid further conversation, already dreading returning to the Dursley’s. A few minutes into the ride, Hermione and Ron left to go on rounds as Perfects. As per the norm, Ron soon skived off on his duties, when he ran into Dean Thomas and began a discussion about Gryffindor’s odds of winning the Quidditch Cup next year, and whether or not Harry’s so-called “life-time ban” would be enforced.

Hermione continued her rounds by herself, and had just reached the end of the train, when the door to the last compartment opened behind her. Draco Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. With them between her and the rest of the train, Hermione swallowed nervously, and clenched her wand in the pocket of her robes. Draco gave a glance up the passageway, and seeing no one else, turned back to Hermione with an evil grin. Draco strode forward with Crabbe and Goyle flanking him to block off the passageway, still grinning maniacally.

Hermione drew her wand and pointed it at Draco’s nose. Through clenched teeth, she snarled, “What do you want Malfoy?”

He leered at her, and said, “Boots.”

Hermione stuttered in confusion, “W-What?”

He ignored her wand and stopped with it almost touching his nose. He sneered, “Well, Mudblood. I just wanted to tell you how much I’m looking forward to my new boots. I think I’ll go ask who else wants a pair of boots for a gift.” Giving her another triumphant leer, that swept her from head to toe, he turned and walked away, leaving Hermione confused and tense.

Hand shaking, Hermione returned her wand to her pocket and frowned in concentration. Malfoy seemed to have been enjoying an inside joke at her expense, but for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out what it was. Taking a deep breath to settle her nerves, she quickly returned to their compartment. Opening the door, suddenly five wands were pointed at her and she flinched back with a tiny gasp.

“Sorry, Hermione,” Harry said quietly, as everyone put away their wands, unapologetically.

Hermione stepped into the compartment, closed the door and collapsed into the seat next to Harry. She swept her eyes across all of them and asked, “What was that all about?”

Ron snorted. He replied through clenched teeth, “Malfoy! Along with his two goons.”

“What happened?” Hermione asked, then added, “He told me he was looking forward to his new boots.”

Harry scowled, and scoffed, “He asked me if he could get me a pair of boots for a birthday present. Like he’d get me a birthday present, or that I’d take anything from him!”

Ginny said fiercely, “He seemed way too happy. I don’t know what he’s up to, but it can’t be good.”

Neville scoffed, “Can he be up to anything good? You know he knows we all had a hand in putting Lucius and those other Death Eaters in Azkaban. I’m sure he’s plotting something.”

Ron gaped. Then, he blurted, “That ponce? He can’t wipe his ass without his father! What could he do?”

Luna broke in with her normal dreamy, disaffected tone, “Well, he doesn’t have to do anything on his own, now does he? He knows Death Eaters, he might even become one now that his father is in Azkaban. And as much as he already hated Harry from their schoolyard rivalry, now he has a real reason for revenge.”

A chill swept down both Harry and Hermione’s backs. They caught each other’s gaze and saw the mirror for their worry for each other. Harry clasped Hermione’s hands and stared reassuringly into her eyes. He swept them all in his gaze, suddenly taking charge. “That’s the question then. What could he do with Death Eater backing? I doubt he’d be able to promote his agenda to Voldemort, but he might be able to get his Aunt Bellatrix or Mother Narcissa and some of his junior Death Eater friends to back him up. Where would we be the most at risk?”

Ginny and Ron both yelled out, simultaneously, “I’d like to see him try at the Burrow!” They stopped, grinned at each other, and Ginny added, “Yeah! Anything less than an all out attack by dozens of Death Eaters with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, would get their asses handed to them. Even in the case of an all out attack, with our wards we’d have a very good chance of getting away.”

Neville looked smug and said, “House Longbottom has had centuries to layer wards over the manor. Plus, as a member of the Wizengamot, Gran was assigned a twenty-four hour a day, two Auror Protective Detail. So, while nobody can claim to be completely safe, we have solid security.”

Harry grimaced, and said, “Dumbledore claims that I’m safest at the Dursley’s, because of the ‘Blood Wards’. Although I can’t see how, what with Voldemort walking around with my blood, I would think that Blood Wards would have no effect on him. Still, they have anti-apparation wards, notice-me-not charms, and everything short of a Fidelus on the place, plus, two or three members of the Order on guard at all times. So, I would have to say that I’ll be as safe at the Dursley’s as at Grimwald Place.” Harry glanced at Luna, who gave him a secretive smile. He answered her with a grin of his own and said, “I’m sure that the Lovegoods have all kinds of unpleasant surprises for unwanted guests. So, that leaves you, Hermione.”

Neville had a pained look on his face. His eyes flickered to Hermione, and he asked, quietly, “What are boots made out of?”

Everyone shared a surprised look at the question, but Hermione, as expected, answered quickly, “Leather. Why?”

Staring fixedly at the floor, to avoid their gaze, Neville continued his line of questioning. “And what is leather made out of.”

“Cowhide,” answered Hermione, of course.

Neville shook his head, met Hermione’s gaze, and grated out, “No. Most leather is made out of cowhide, but it can be made out of the hide of other creatures. Dragon, Unicorn, Basalisk, and for muggles, ostrich, alligator, and snake can be used.”

Hermione was looking into Neville’s eyes and could see pain, anguish, and loathing. Stung, she was unable to draw the conclusion that he obviously wanted to lead her to. Confused, she turned into her embrace with Harry, and met his equally confused look.

Neville let out an explosive sigh. “Look. You don’t know them like I do. It’s hard to remember Death Eaters have no morals, no limits. But given Malfoy’s glee, I think we have to at least consider he was talking about murdering Hermione, skinning her, and making his boots out of Hermione-hide!”

Hermione’s mouth opened and closed several times before she managed, “But, but that’s.”

Neville said, grimly, “Inhuman? You expected better from Malfoy? He’s always acted like a Death Eater; the only question is when he’ll take the mark. Thank Merlin he couldn’t resist gloating. Remember, to him you’re not really a person, not being a pureblood and all. Besides, even if you were, he’d have the ready made excuse of you being a blood-traitor or worse, an ally of Harry Potter.”

Stunned, Hermione turned back to Harry’s, he pulled her into his side, and compassionate green eyes turned back to meet hers. Hermione swallowed with a gulp. Her thoughts raced. If she was, indeed, Malfoy’s target, there would be no wards, no guards, and worse still, she couldn’t even cast magic without violating the Restriction on Underaged Magic. She started to shiver as her previously unnamed dread turned into very real and very personal terror.

As Harry watched Hermione’s terrified eyes filled with unshed tears, he pulled her into a hug. She started to sob on his shoulder and clinched her body hard to his as she began to cry. Harry just held her until his shoulder was wet with her tears. He felt a guilty pleasure from her breasts pressing into him, the smell of her hair, and the death-grip she had on him, as if he were her only refuge in a storm. Blushing, Harry looked over his shoulders to see how the others were reacting. Luna was looking at him with a knowing smile, Neville was blushing too and nervously avoiding meeting his eyes, but both Ron and Ginny both looked as if they had swallowed something sour and were pointedly looking elsewhere.

Ron snuck a glance at them, and saw Harry catch his expression. Ron’s eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. He glared at Harry and leapt to his feet, sputtering, “I, I have Perfect duties.” He threw open the door to the compartment, stepped quickly outside, and slammed the door before striking off blindly, with his head down.

 No.4646

Growling in frustration, Harry crumbled up another piece of parchment. Why is this so difficult? I just want to tell Hermione how much she means to me.

Clenching his teeth, he put quill to parchment once more. Unbeknownst to Harry, the back of his head glowed red briefly, and suddenly, his quill was flying, and swiftly filled the page. Triumphantly he rolled up the parchment, and stepped over to his owl. He asked the beautiful, snowy white owl, “Hedwig, you up to delivering this letter to Hermione?”

Hedwig nibbled at Harry’s ear, then stuck out her leg for the letter. Harry attached it, and sent her off. Happy he had at least been able to express his feelings, even if he had yet to figure out a way to help Hermione when he was virtually a prisoner himself.

Harry watched Hedwig wing off into the night, hoping he hadn’t been too forward.


Snape smirked as he saw the white owl head into the upper story window of the large house in the depressingly muggle neighborhood. As Nymphadora Tonks was the only other guard assigned, this was going to be too easy. Besides, as Sirius Black’s cousin, he’d be glad to add the gorgeous blood traitor to the festivities. Circling to the back of the house, he softly called out until she pulled her invisibility cloak back and stuck her disembodied head out of a bush near the back fence. Before she had time to say anything, he brought his wand, which he had been holding behind his back, to bear and stunned the beautiful, young Auror. He took her wand, then bound and levitated her unconscious body and approached the patio door at the rear of the house. He set Tonks down near the door and used the Alohamora spell to unlock the door. Then, a quick Hominous Revelum spell showed him the location of every person inside.

With sure steps, he entered the first floor Master Bedroom, and quickly stunned and bound the filthy muggles. Then, he flowed up the stairs, like a malevolent shadow. Snape saw light coming from under a door and glided towards it. Wand ready, he opened the door just a crack with his left hand as quietly as he could. There was Granger, sitting at a desk against the far wall beneath an open window, reading a letter, and wearing nothing but knickers and an old threadbare T-shirt. Damn it all! She was between him and the damned snowy owl!

He waited. Suddenly, she leapt to her feet doing a silly little victory dance and he saw his opportunity. He sent a silent stunner at the owl. The Mudblood must have seen the red glow shooting by, and whirled to face him. He had to give her credit, as soon as she saw him; she dove toward a bedside stand for her wand. Bursting fully into the room to clear his firing arcs, he negligently sneered, “Incarcerous!” And ropes shot from his wand, catching the girl in mid leap and wrapping her tightly from shoulders to ankles. Bound, she couldn’t catch herself and bounced head first off the bed to the floor.

She landed with a woof, but immediately writhed to face him. Mustering as firm a voice as she could, Hermione asked, “Professor Snape, what are you doing?”

With a sinister smile, Snape answered, “I’m here to prepare an initiation and a trap.” He waited for her to make the realization, then as he saw her face crumble, he went on. “Yes, I’ll be sending Potter an invitation via portkey, and then go off to gather Mister Malfoy and his cohorts.”

“No!” she wailed. “Professor Dumbledore trusted you! You’re a Professor! You can’t do this!”

With a swift stride, he planted a kick to her belly, which threw her into the bed and left her gasping for breath and crying. He bent to retrieve the letter she’d been reading. After reading it, he threw it at her whimpering face, and gloated. “Young love, how sweet. Yes, Draco wants Potter to watch as we turn you into potion ingredients, leather and meat. After we kill your filthy muggle parents of course. Then, we will take the broken Boy-who-lived in front of the Dark Lord, and watch him deal with that minor problem, permanently!”

“No!” she sobbed.

Snape produced the letter to Potter with the portkey in it, attached it to the owl, and revived it. “Take that to your master! Now, go!” Looking down at the tear-streaked face of the girl, Snape growled, “I’ll be back soon, then I can give you some career counseling in your new career, meat!” With that said, he whirled and apparated directly to Malfoy Manor.


Snape appeared in the entryway of Malfoy Manor, and strode swiftly towards a salon in the rear, from where he could hear the boisterous sounds of young men. Throwing open both of the double doors, he caught Crabbe, Goyle and Draco tossing back shots of Firewhiskey.

Startled by his Godfather’s overly dramatic entrance, Draco leapt to his feet, eyes gleaming. He begged, “Is it time? Can we go get my boots now?”

“Yes! It is time. Quickly now, we need to get back and be ready for Potter,” Snape replied.

Draco and his two hulking henchmen rushed over. Snape’s nose wrinkled at the strong smell of the Firewhiskey fortification they’d been imbibing in, and silently hoped to himself they weren’t too soused for the job at hand. Snape held out a sheathed skinning knife. Draco smirked and grabbed hold. As soon as both Crabbe and Goyle had done so as well, Snape activated the portkey and they disappeared.

Only to reappear in the Granger’s back yard seconds later. “Crabbe, Goyle, gather the filthy muggles. They are to the left on the first floor. Draco, I’ll leave Granger to you, she’s on the second floor in the only room with a light on,” Snape directed.

As his young cohorts went in the house, Snape allowed himself to leer down at don’t-call-me-Nymphadora Tonks. Her short, spiked, bubblegum pink hair framed her almost elven features. Snape banished the ropes, then her clothing and bent to admire her naked, helpless body. He ran a hand down her chest, cupped her heavy breasts, then tweaked the smallish pink nipples to hardness. Finally! He would have a metamorph to experiment with. Well, he thought with a smirk, parts of her anyways. As an Auror, she was too dangerous alive, but soon he’d find out of metamorph pieces made a different in potion making.

“Imperio! Ennervate!” Snape said pointing wand at the nude young woman.

Nymphadora’s eyes fluttered open, then flashed to the sneering face of her Master as he leered down at her.

“You will do as I say, slut! Do not attempt escape! You will understand what is happening, but have no choice but to do as I say, since I cast the Imperious Curse on you. Now, spread those legs and suck my cock!”

Inside, Tonks cringed from her helplessness and didn’t even want to consider what the greasy Potion’s Master had planned for her and the Grangers, but despite her best efforts to fight off the curse, Snape’s will was too strong, and she leapt to obey his commands, outwardly eager. She fished Snape’s erection out of his robes, and gobbled it like a tasty treat, instead of the smelly, encrusted, filthy thing it was.

Snape leaned back and allowed himself a smile of triumph, enjoying the degradation he was and would be heaping on his old nemesis’ beautiful young cousin. He watched Crabbe and Goyle levitate the mudblood’s unconscious and bound parents out the door onto the patio. When Draco joined them with the silenced, thrashing, levitated, still bound girl, it was time to get this little drama underway.

Snape yanked Nymphadora off of his cock by her hair, rose and pulled her to her feet. He looked at Draco, and said, “Potter’s portkey is for the same spot we arrived at. This is your show, I’ll just amuse myself with your blood-traitor cousin. He could arrive at any time.”

Draco smirked, and nodded for Crabbe and Goyle to follow him as he levitated Granger toward the apparation point. There! There was a nice sized tree, perfect for his plans! He levitated Hermione under the tree and set her still bound, but upright under a large limb. When Crabbe and Goyle had dumped her filthy muggle parents at her feet, Draco motioned for them to hold the girl. He grabbed her chin and roughly forced her to look him in the eyes. He remembered every time this filthy little Mudblood had dismissed him. Him! The Pureblooded heir of a Noble House! Then, he remembered the time this filthy Mudblood bitch had dared, dared to lay hands on him! Oh yes, he hated Potter, but this little disrespectful bint had earned whatever was coming!

“What do you think, boys? Should we see what Potter’s little whore has been hiding under those school robes? Hold her tight!” Draco monologued. Crabbe and Goyle gave stupid smiles, which turned into leers as Draco first vanished the ropes, then, her clothing. As Draco circled her, and conjured ropes to hold her arms tight behind her back, Hermione ducking her head in shame, and her eyes filled with tears. As the first tears fell on her now quivering naked bosoms, and she thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did. Draco grabbed her right breast roughly and bent close. He hissed in her ear, “I think I want to use this breast for my right boot,” and as he gave her nipple a torturous twist, he grabbed her left breast, “but I think I’ll have this one made into the left boot for Potter’s pair. After all, he’ll need something to remember you by.”

Hermione’s legs collapsed and she slumped in terror and hopelessness. Draco playfully shook his finger at her and tisk tisked. He conjured two ropes with hangman’s nooses. “We can’t lose our audience here, now can we?” He draped one noose over Hermione’s head and gave her a triumphant smirk as he snuggled it tight around her delicate throat, and her breath came in pants, making her breasts quiver, just for him. He levitated the other end of the rope over the branch and handed it off to Goyle. Goyle heaved experimentally on the rope, hauling Hermione up off the ground, briefly. Hermione wasn’t directly underneath the branch, so she made a strangling sound, and swung backwards, legs stiff; her toes desperately sought the ground. Before she had time to do more than miss a single breath, Goyle caught her swing, and settled her on her feet. But now, she was upright, panting in terror, and forced to watch as Draco turned to her parents.

Hermione had to watch in horror, as Draco cast the Imperious curse on her mum, dispelled the ropes binding her, and then banished her clothing and awakened her with an Enervate.

Draco grabbed Mrs. Granger’s chin, and spat, “You will see everything and react to everything as you normally would, except you must follow my every command, muggle trash.”

Mrs. Granger looked around, and then shrieked. She whirled on Draco and slammed her right fist into his groin, and followed up with a heel strike with her left to the chin. Malfoy went down with a painful wheeze, but Crabbe and Goyle jumped on Mrs. Granger, and soon had her surprisingly attractive, naked body bound, raging, and strung up next to her daughter’s.

Goyle helped Draco to his feet. Draco brushed himself free and staggered over to Mrs. Granger. “You bitch! Why did you do that?”

Mrs. Granger gave him an incredulous glare, and spat, “What would you do, if you saw a group of murderous thugs getting ready to rape and hang you and your daughter?” With that, she surprised Draco again, with a straight kick to the goodies. Draco’s eyes crossed and he slumped to his knees in front of her, whereupon, Mrs. Granger gave him a side kick to the chin. Goyle rolled his eyes and Crabbe snickered as he stunned Mrs. Granger.

Snape rolled his eyes, but decided to follow Draco’s theme. He conjured his own rope and noose, placed it around Tonks’ neck and pulled her onto his cock to let her finish his blowjob.

It was to this scene, Harry Potter arrived with a thump.

 No.4647

Harry shook his head to clear the cobwebs from his inevitable crash landing from the portkey. It took him only an instant to take in the situation. It chilled him to the bone. Three women, all naked, all with nooses about their necks, were underneath a large tree, surrounded by four Deatheaters. From the letter he’d gotten with the portkey, one of them had to be Hermione.

Harry didn’t bother trying to stand; he shot off a stunner at the closest Deatheater. Before that spell had even hit, he snapped off another and rolled to his right. His first target hit the ground with a thump and Harry came out of his roll on one knee. The other two Deatheaters were close to the women, in fact, one of them seemed to be using his woman as a shield. Two spells shot out towards Harry, and not knowing what they were, or if his shield would hold up against them, he dove out of the way.

“Harry!” Screamed Hermione’s voice from the woman on the right.

The figure behind Hermione pointed his wand at her throat and snarled in Draco’s voice. “Potter! Drop the wand now, or I kill this Mudblood!”

Harry froze for a second, torn between continuing the fight by flanking Malfoy for a clear shot, or giving in to his demand for surrender. With his attention on Malfoy and Hermione, he didn’t see the spell string coming from the other Deatheater. A Bonebreaker curse shattered his shield, a disarming jinx separated him from his wand, and a binding hex bound him, ankle to shoulders in rope.

Harry tested his bonds as he heard a hated voice sneer. “Revive those two fools. Now that Potter’s here, let’s finish this.”

Hermione, seeing her last hope captured, began to weep disconsolately.

Harry’s eyes snapped to Snape, and he flushed as he saw Tonks bound and nude form kneeling in front of him, knees widespread, displaying her sex. Snape grabbed her hair, and shoved his cock down her throat all the way. As he held her there, Harry watched with growing dismay as her eyes bulged and filled with tears. Tonks started to twist in increasing desperation. Snape finally groaned and shot his seed down her throat, but didn’t release her until her face turned purple and she was reduced to quivering insensibility. Harry didn’t want to admit it, but his dick was throbbing from seeing Tonks’ breasts quivering and her pussy twitching and gaping from her struggles. When Snape threw her aside, Harry’s eyes snapped to Hermione.

Hermione’s arms were bound tight, thrusting out her chest. Harry was mesmerized by her upturned, pale pink nipples quivering with every sob. Her tummy working as a bellows drew his attention to her bared, glistening cunt. Hermione’s body was in complete fight-or-flight mode, unable to do either, the powerful hormones clashed with her overpowering fear to give her the physical responses of arousal.

Draco finished reviving Crabbe and Goyle and walked menacingly back over to Hermione. He was looking at Harry as he put both hands to the base of her neck and began to slowly run them down her body. As he cupped a breast in one hand, and groped her butt with the other. Draco sneered, “Crabbe, Goyle, I want you to rape and kill that filthy muggle while she hangs. I think it only appropriate that this Mudblood bitch’s father be the one to hang her and his wife for the crime of bringing her into the world.”

As Crabbe and Goyle moved over and began to pinch and squeeze Mrs. Granger’s defenseless body, Snape snapped his wand in several quick motions, causing the rope around Tonks’ neck to haul her up slowly. First, she was pulled off the ground, then into a kneeling position, then upright and onto her tiptoes, and finally, she was hauled off the ground a couple of inches, her frantically reaching toes brushing the grass.

Draco’s left hand tried to force its way between Hermione’s clenched ass cheeks to her sex, as she twisted and flexed away from that hand, she opened herself up to the assault from the other. Two fingers drove roughly into Hermione’s sex, and she started to flinch away from the unwanted intrusion, but sudden pain from her most tender flesh stopped the movement almost before it began. All she could do was cry and quiver in tension on Draco’s fingers. She started to collapse, but the noose brought her up short with a brutal reminder.

“I’ll kill you, Draco!” Harry raged.

Draco laughed, and answered, “Not until I kill this little Mudblood bitch of yours.”

Draco leaned into Hermione and reached his left hand around her back to hold her tight and squeeze her left tit, propping the nipple outward, towards Harry. He cooed into Hermione’s ear, “Shall we begin? Harry, this nipple is yours, after all, I’m going to have it used for the toe on the left boot on the pair of boots I’m having made for your birthday. It seems like that useless ponce never even took your virginity. Well, don’t worry; I wont let you die a virgin.” He snickered as she writhed uselessly in his grasp. “Why, I think you’re enjoying this.”

Draco pulled the fingers of his right hand from Hermione’s dripping cunt, but reached down and retook his grip with his left. He cast the Imperious curse on Hermione’s father, then revived and released him from his bonds. He smirked, and drawled, “Muggle, I want you to haul that filthy cunt of a wife of yours up to hang, then tie off the rope and do the same for your filthy daughter.”

Harry’s eyes wandered, from Tonks’ reddening, tear-streaked face, to Hermione and her mother’s twisting and terror-stricken sobs. Tonks’ legs were bicycling in her desperation, until Snape stepped closer and she caught him between her thighs and tried to climb up his body to relieve the pressure of the noose. Snape smirked down at her lewd display, her pulsating pussy at a convenient height, he rammed his dick into the hilt. He grabbed her tits roughly and slammed into her, thwarting her efforts to ease the pressure on her airway.

Hermione moaned, “No! Daddy, don’t do it! Don’t hang us, please! Please, Daddy!”

Despite her fervent pleas, Mr. Granger methodically moved to his wife’s rope. He hauled until her feet swung off the ground, and without a glance at his wife’s kicking form, he tied off the rope. Hermione saw her mother starting to choke and struggle to draw even the tiniest breath, as Crabbe and Goyle pulled out their cocks. Her eyes followed her father to her own rope, and she started panting in terror, as the finality of what was happening struck home. His first pull on her rope hauled the noose tight, his second pulled her to her tiptoes, and finally, he hauled her into the air and tied off the rope. Hermione’s legs shot out sideways, stiff and straining, as she struggled to get a gasp of air. Draco gave a hard tug on her cunt, and she started swinging and spinning on her noose.

As Draco knelt next to Harry, he said, in patently false, soothing tones, “See? Now, that is how you prepare potion ingredients! I promised that she wouldn’t die a virgin, but it will cost me at least three galleons, the difference between a young witch’s ovaries and womb and those of a virgin witch’s. Besides, I wouldn’t touch her with my dick, after all, she’s just a filthy Mudblood whore.”

Crabbe was slamming into Mrs. Granger’s abused pussy, whilst Goyle plundered her ass. Their combined assault plus the stress from her impending execution caused her body to respond despite her wants. She came hard around the two cocks as oxygen deprivation made her vision narrow to a tunnel. Goyle summoned a wicked looking knife and plunged it into her breast, right through the nipple. She gave a gurgling scream as the point scrapped against her ribs.

Goyle snickered, “Ooh! She liked that! She tightened up and twitched real nice! Do it again!”

Mrs. Granger’s quivering quim drove Crabbe over the edge, and he splashed his come into the muggle’s useless womb. The same womb that had created the filthy Mudblood whore Draco was working on. He reached over and stabbed the other nipple and pounded her sloppy cunt with his still hard cock. Crabbe could feel Goyle’s cock throbbing through the thin membrane that separated her cunt and ass. Crabbe pulled out of her cunt, only to stab it with his wicked 10” knife. As she twisted in agony on the knife, Goyle emptied himself into her bowels. Crabbe pulled the bloodied knife out her cunt and stabbed her to the hilt, just below the breastbone. Then, he yanked downward, spilling her guts in a rush. Weakened by the pain, with some of the muscles necessary for breathing severed, and without the negative pressure on her diaphragm from her now draping guts, Mrs. Granger had taken her last breath. Her weakened struggles settled to twitches, and then, with blood running freely from her guts and cunt, she quivered twice, and went still, eyes open and bloodshot, face tear and snot smeared, tongue protruding grotesquely.

Crabbe and Goyle laughed. Meanwhile, Snape continued fucking Tonks, ordering her to cum on his cock while he was killing her gave him that good old thrill he’d been missing for so long. Still, best to harvest her for potion ingredients while she was still alive. Fresh is best after all! Snape pulled out his silver potions knife and ordered the little Nymph to hold still. He sliced her open from neck to mound with a single smooth draw. Her eyes popped wide as he reached through the bottom of the incision and pulled out her ovaries and womb, laying them across her belly.

With a smirk at her expression, Snape went into professor mode. “The ovaries of a witch are used in a dark potion to insure the sex of a baby. It is popular in the higher levels of some dark Pureblood families to insure an heir.” He sliced both of her ovaries free and dropped them into a vial. “You just made me four galleons! Good girl, you may now scream.” And she did. As he cut her womb free, he said in the same dispassionate, lecturing tone, “The womb of a witch is the key ingredient in another potion, a fertility potion used to insure conception, and worth about three galleons.”

As Snape dropped her womb into a larger vial, he told her she could move again, and her violent reaction almost unseated him. Angry, he pounded into her bloody snatch and then reached through the incision to grab her vagina and squeeze. The extra pressure on his cock, her terrified screams and violent thrashing drove him over the edge, and he shot into her abused guts. Tonks was fading fast, so Snape ordered her to pay attention. “Pay attention slut! This is for the humiliation Sirius Black heaped on me! Now, I will harvest your liver and kidneys to sell to the hags for a few sickles, your spleen and appendix for lesser potions. Finally, you’ll have to leave me as I harvest your heart and brain, for a few personal experiments I want to conduct. Making this exercise both profitable and fun!”

Thus, Tonks was forced to watch as Snape pulled out her intestines, liver, spleen, and kidneys. Before he would let her die though, Snape gave her one more order. “Make your tits as big as you can with your metamorph abilities. Once I harvest them, I will finally let you die.”

Tonks’ tits grew until they were the size of watermelons and their weight was pulling them down to hang on either side. Seeing his potion’s knife wouldn’t be up to the task, Snape put it away and summoned a large knife, or small sword. He sliced off her tits, then cut her breastbone and ripped open her chest. Her heart was still beating sporadically, until he yanked it up and sliced the arteries loose. Blood splashed over his legs and he held up her heart to her eyes and smirked, “And you thought me heartless!” Snape slashed with his short sword and severed Tonks’ neck just below the noose. With the weight released, her head bounced upwards several feet, and it was to this dizzying spinning and jostling scene that Tonks’ eyes finally glazed over in death. Her headless and mutilated body, still held up by Snape’s cock and her leg’s grip on his ass, fell back to the ground, and managed a few kicks and twitches, just enough for her to free itself from Snape and sprawl to the ground.

Harry watched Mrs. Granger and Tonks’ murders and dismemberment in growing horror. Looking back to Hermione, and seeing her struggles weakening, his horror redoubled. Draco slapped Hermione’s ass in an attempt to get her attention. He sneered, “Now, watch me kill your filthy, muggle, father. Avada Kredava!” The killing curse’s green flashed from Draco’s wand to her father, and Hermione managed a squeak of denial as he slumped bonelessly to the ground.

Snape caught Tonks’ still swinging head, and cut it loose from the noose. He set it on a table he’d conjured and used his wand to cut open the top of her skull. He saved her scalp in one box, and then pulled out her brain and put it into another large specimen jar. Turning back to her corpse, he cut off both her hands and her feet with severing charms and left them where they lay, before levitating her now empty head to rest in between them.

Snape looked at Crabbe and Goyle and shook his head. They were playing with the other body, pushing and swinging it about, trying to hit each other with the dangling guts. He snapped, “Crabbe, Goyle! Quite playing with your food and get that meat ready to go!”

Harry looked sick, and asked, “Meat?”

Snape levitated Tonks corpse over and laid it next to Harry. He bent down and ran a hand down the still curvaceous flank and slapped her ass. With practiced malice, he answered, “Yes, meat. You didn’t think we were called Deatheaters because we liked to eat killing curses did you? It is a little known fact, if you eat meat from magical creatures, it strengthens your magic. And since we are going to kill all the Mudbloods and Bloodtraitors anyways, to not eat them would be a waste!”

As Draco came over, Harry puked on Snape’s shoes. He simply stood and laughed. Draco joined in, and through his mirth said, “That’s right Potter. When we are done here, we are going to take all this meat with you to meet the Dark Lord. We plan a feast of celebration in your honor! I plan on eating that bitch’s cunt, but if you’re a good boy, and bow to the Dark Lord, he might, just might let you eat one of her tits!”

Snape drawled, “There is no magical benefit from eating muggles, but it is so satisfying to treat them like the animals they are! Now, are you going to do your part in the Mudblood’s sendoff? If you do, you get your wish and get to tap that pussy at last.”

“Never! I’ll never help you do this!”

Snape grabbed Harry’s chin, and forced him to look at Hermione, twisting on her noose. He crooned, “Never? You would let her die? Die alone and unloved? A virgin?”

Tears running down his face, Harry spat back, “Yes! Yes, I love her! But, you’re going to kill her anyways! I’m not going to help you degrade her! I’ll not sink to your level, scum!”

Draco smirked and drew his wand. “We’ll just see about that Potter! You can go lift her up, and save her.” He stepped back and dispelled the bindings, then banished Harry’s clothing. “Go to her! Go to your filthy Mudblood Potter!”

Nude, facing four wands, Harry looked down at the gutted, headless corpses of the other two women. Then, his eyes, almost unwillingly swept to his friend, slowly swinging, and kicking futilely as she hung, inches from the ground. With a sob, he ran to her and grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up. The noose loosened just enough for her to get a strained gasp of air, and her legs, like Tonks’ had, sought a better grip and wrapped desperately around Harry’s waist.

Harry cried into her breast, “I’m sorry Hermione! I failed! I couldn’t save you!”

Hermione’s slick crotch ground against Harry’s erection, and unable to express herself in any other manner, she began arching her back to try to get his cock lodged in the entrance of her pussy. Sensing the difference in her movements, Harry pulled back to look into her desperate eyes. She mouthed, still unable to speak, “Please! Please, Harry! I love you!”

Harry choked, but nodded, meeting her eyes, he said, “I love you, too! If this is what you want…”

He shifted his grip down and clutched her tight ass and lined her up on his cock. Harry felt the head of his cock sink into her slick pussy, and immediately run into an obstruction. With a grimace, he tore through her hymen and plunged his cock into her depths. She flinched at the pain, so Harry held himself still, until her eyes met his once more and she gave him a sad, forced smile.

Harry began sawing his cock in and out of her pussy. He looked down, fascinated to see where they were joined. Hermione’s prominent labia seemed to caress his cock, reluctant to give up their prize with every outstroke, and eager for every plunging plundering of her depths. Harry locked his lips on one of her hard little nipples and felt his balls tensing, ready to fill her with his sperm. He felt another wave of despair as he realized that even as he filled her virgin womb, she’d never bear his children, and that neither of them were likely to live another hour. Hermione came on his cock as he filled her pussy, and then went limp.

Someone reapplied the bindings to Harry and he watched helplessly as they dispelled her bindings then bound her spread-eagled, cunt dripping his cum, and still hanging.

Draco ordered, “Crabbe, Goyle, get me that bitch’s pelt. Professor, keep her alive while you harvest her for potion ingredients if you can.”

Snape dispelled the noose, and Hermione’s head fell forward. Only the slight movement of her breasts gave any indication that she was still alive. Snape stepped forward and with his potions knife, cut a series of shallow incisions, just through the skin. First around the base of her neck, then down her shoulders and the length of her arms, and finally, from the base of her neck down her abdomen to her mound, around her pussy and down both legs, where he finished by drawing bloody cuffs around her ankles and wrists. Crabbe and Goyle stepped up with skinning knives and began to peel back the skin on her chest, while Snape forced a couple of blood replenishing potions and a pain killing potion down her abused throat, so that the blood loss and shock wouldn’t kill her immediately.

When Crabbe and Goyle had peeled the skin away from her breasts and belly, Snape stepped forward and reached through the incision and began removing her organs. Ovaries, womb, liver, spleen, kidneys, intestines, each was pulled from her and followed by a quick healing charm to stop the bleeding.

Draco watched in satisfaction, eyes flicking between the Mudblood’s destruction, and Harry’s tortured face as he too watched his lover’s destruction. Draco wasn’t the only observer. Albus Dumbledore watched from a corner of the garden, disillusioned so as not to be noticed, he was eminently enjoying the Mudblood’s fate, just as he had enjoyed the other two women’s. Too bad he couldn’t get a pair of gloves. She looked like she’d make fine leather! Wistfully, he wished he could sneak into the feast they’d talked about, but that wouldn’t be good for his image. Besides, he had to ‘save’ Harry soon.

Just as Crabbe and Goyle pulled her hide free from her arms and started working down her back, Snape finished, and cast an Enervate spell on her so that Hermione could enjoy their attentions fully. She gasped and screamed, looking down on her body’s ruin in horror and shock. Crabbe and Goyle finished skinning her legs, and held up her pelt like a trophy for both Harry and Hermione to see.

Draco stepped up within inches of her face. He sneered, “Well, now you’re nothing but meat! So, you won’t need hands or feet!”

Draco cast severing charms and cut off her feet then her hands, while Snape again cast healing charms to stop the bleeding. Both Harry and Hermione screamed, her in pain, and he in denial. Draco reached down and grabbed her ponytail and dragged Hermione’s gutted, skinned, handless, and footless body over to Harry.

He gave them both a beautific smile, and said, matter-of-factly, “There, the preparations for the celebration are complete. Time to go!”

Crabbe grabbed Mrs. Granger’s carcass, while Goyle gathered Nymphadora’s. Snape banished the worktable he’d been using, stored the last of Hermione’s potion ingredients and pulled Potter to his feet. Snape held out an empty Firewhiskey bottle and as soon as they all had a grip, he started to activate the portkey to take them to the Dark Lord.

Suddenly, just as the portkey was activating, Dumbledore summoned Harry from Snape’s grasp, and the four Deatheaters, and their three prizes disappeared. Harry landed at Dumbledore’s feet, and looked up into the twinkling eyes of his Headmaster, the Greatest Wizard Alive, Defeater of Grindenwald, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. With a negligent wave, Dumbledore banished Harry’s bonds and reached down to help him to his feet.

Harry’s mind raced. All of the shocks of the last half hour; seeing two women he knew and liked butchered, having sex with the love of his life, only to see her destroyed before his eyes, expecting his own torture and death would be following soon thereafter, and then being rescued by Dumbledore, had broken through the memory charms. Suddenly, he remembered how many times he and Hermione had discovered their feelings for each other, only to have the relationship crushed by this man. How long had he been watching? Was he now going to try to tell Harry that it was just terrible that he couldn’t have arrived soon enough to save Hermione, her mother and Tonks? Harry’s eyes narrowed in surmise, he’d bet that the old goat-fucker had been watching the show! And no doubt he’d say Hermione was beyond saving now, anyways, so why bother trying to mount a rescue!

Instead of reaching for Dumbledore’s hand, Harry shot his hand to Dumbledore’s beard, got a good firm grip and yanked as hard as he could. The old wizard yelped and started to fall forward. Harry still naked grabbed Dumbledore’s wand then leapt to his feet and slammed his knee into the Head-Bastards face!

The impact shattered both Dumbledore’s nose and glasses, driving the two pieces of his glasses into his eye sockets. Dumbledore fell backwards onto his bony backside and reached for his bloodied nose. Harry loomed over him, shaking in outrage. He screamed down at the old wizard, “You bastard! You’ve been using compulsions and obliviations on both Hermione and I! Just so your precious boy-who-lived wouldn’t embarrass you by dating a Muggleborn! Then, you let this happen! I bet you watched the whole thing!”

Dumbledore gapped up at Harry dumbly, still struggling with the sudden savagery and pain. He simpered, “Harry my boy! You are overwrought! This was terrible, but hardly my fault.”

Harry snarled, “Yeah? Right! See you in hell Dumb-as-a-door!” And with that, Harry began his decent into darkness, with a Reducto spell cast using his new wand, which made the Headbastard’s head explode like a melon.

 No.4649

Well. The story immediately above seems well-composed, but as I actually like the canon ending/ships of Harry Potter, and am personally disinterested besides in "evil, manipulative Dumbledore" stories, I didn't read more than a couple snippets. I've seen rather too many fics in that vein to find it particularly novel.

That said, this is just my personal opinion, and I am sure that there are loads of people who think otherwise. It looks good enough stylistically and mechanically to stand on its own merit, at any rate.

Unrelatedly, I quite liked the one with the time traveling Hermione being cooked by her past self.

 No.5067

Hoping to see more sooner or later..

 No.5510

Bump for joy! We're alive!

Has anyone found/wrote any new HP stories during gurochans absence?

 No.5781

New story from wolfmeal, the guy who wrote "hogwash spitroast - hard vore version"

Willing Hermione - hard vore version

aryion.com/g4/view/347802

There is also a soft vore, alternate ending, and deleted scene in the main gallery as well as other non potter stories

aryion.com/g4/view/305183

 No.6176

>>5781
here are 4 variations of the same picture that the author commissioned for "willing hermione"

aryion.com/g4/view/351852
aryion.com/g4/view/351853
aryion.com/g4/view/351854
aryion.com/g4/view/351856

 No.6346

>>6176

And here is Hermione after cooking

aryion.com/g4/view/351943

aryion.com/g4/view/351944

 No.6397

>>6176
>>6346
Nice! I quite like Canime's work, and that is one sexy Hermione.

 No.6401

>>6397
It is isn't it, have you seen his one page with the sketch of hermione, ginny, luna, and cho? I would like to see what else he can do with the potter verse gals.

 No.6443

>>6401

I don't know about Fuzzy, but I certainly haven't. Got a link?

 No.6446

Here it is, but I am sorry I got your hopes up, there is literally nothing going on its just a quick concept sketch basically, clothes and everything, just to show how he imagines them. I was just commenting on how I would like to see something actually done with them like wolfmeals willing Hermione sketches...

aryion.com/g4/view/351995

 No.6491

Not a HP fan, but some great use of the characters.

 No.6768

Here is part 2 of Willing Hermione, it is a continuation of the alternate ending of part 1 which should be read first (it gives the explanation of how there can be a part 2 in the first place...)

Part 2

aryion.com/g4/view/357491

Part 1 with alt ending

aryion.com/g4/view/347803

 No.6861


 No.6862


 No.7037

There was this story about Hermione giving her self to draco together with a charm in a box sealed up so only after her death he could get to it. I saw it here sometime ago, dose anyone know where i could find it?

 No.7040

>>7037

Here you go, lt's the five part story "Hermione's Offer"

hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/Dokariss/17940/Hermiones-offer

It's one of the story's listed in the first response >>3394

 No.7615

>>7556
Hogwarts Meatgirl Catalogue - Aoi Hikari
(Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, cannibalism, consensual)

(Information cross post)

 No.7618

>>4943
The Price of Failure
[Harry Potter; vore, snuff, mf, rough sex, abuse dom/sub]

Cross Post, just realized i missed this one somehow...

 No.7660

>>7655
Hermione browses for girlmeat (F/F, Canni, Snuff, Hermione, Luna, Harry Potter, Cons)
By TheVisitorBlack

(Info cross post)

 No.7825

Willing hermione part 3, by wolfmeal

aryion.com/g4/view/369804

Parts 1 and 2 are in wolmeal's gallery if you gave not read them, parts 2 and 3 are a continuation from the alt ending of part 1

(Link post)

 No.7976

>>7950
Hermione goes for seconds on Girlmeat (F/F, M/F, Deep Frying, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, D/s, willing) by thevisitorblack

Part two of "hermione browses for girlemeat"
>>7655

 No.8567

Info cross post

>>8561

CosplayBabes vs. The Legions of the Undead, By Deathstalker

Chapter One: Hermoine Granger

Zombies, and chapter 1 is, so far, the only one with HP characters, very much guro you have been warned

 No.8788

Got a premise that I don't feel up to writing. Let's call it the "Candygirl Spell". The target's body is temporarily stashed in the same place that an Animagus' normal body gets put, and a candy/confection/cake/pastry body is created in its place. The target's mind is then linked to the dessert body, which is then animated. When the spell ends, uneaten remains of the dessert body vanish, the subject's normal body is returned, and their mind is linked back to their normal body.

The dessert body is basically a dessertification of the target, though the degree of detail can vary based on the intent of whoever's writing a story using the spell, or perhaps based on the intent of the caster. I'm thinking that breasts should still jiggle, and should have a creamy filling, but bones, organs, etc are an open question. Bones being made of the same stuff as candy cigarettes seems like an interesting possibility, and other materials as alternates.

Additionally, the makeup of the dessert body should vary based on the temperament of the target: Daphne Greengrass might be made of a cake that's often mint flavored, to hint at her "Ice Queen" persona, for example. Perhaps a crispy shell, with a creamy center?

Anyway, anyone can play with this idea (and I hope y'all do). Thoughts?

 No.8882

>>8788
That sounds...
Harmless and cute.

Not a terrible idea, but kind of hard to sell here when it sounds like a plausible spell for a children's series.

 No.8893

I think that would be a good story. A "soft" cannibalism story. Kinda like Susan, in the vein that it has the characters surviving instead of perishing

 No.8939

>>8882
Funny: you think a children's series would include details like cream-filled tits, or chewy nipples?

>>8893
Glad *someone* gets it. Exactly the kind of idea I'm aiming at.

 No.9210

Willing Hermione pt 4/final part

aryion.com/g4/view/385987

FYI; Hermione isn't cooked in this one, ginny and part of Harry are, just so you know beforehand, unlike me...

 No.9502

Unfortunately it's not as graphic as it could be

Spectral Noose - Lycanthrope

archiveofourown.org/works/10571079

 No.9561

That is a really cool story I would love to see more..

 No.10018

It's Alive!

Anything new while gurochan was down?

 No.10539

Does anyone know who wrote feast of lestrange or where I can read it?

 No.10562

>>10539
blackriderfae

As to where you can read it, it used to be on pulptoon years and years ago. Perhaps there's an archive of it somewhere, and while this might be presumptious I imagine the person most likely here who might have a copy would be "thevisitorblack" as they are also a pulptoon member and have posted in blackriderfae's threads before

 No.11705

Anything new in the HP world?

 No.11709

>>11705
Not really, a few new vore fics on aryion
Some new decent vore art by NinjArt1st
thevisitorblack's story update has been on radio silence since the site outage
"A World Not Fit to Live In" on AFF, is probably too tame for gurochan, but it's extremely abusive, lots and lots of graphic abuse, definately too extreme for 'normal' fanfiction, but not enough for gurochan, and it's taken a 'less graphic' turn in the latest chapter
So...I haven't really come across a gurochan worthy story anywhere since the aforementioned spectral noose

 No.11718

>>11709
>>9502
Anon who posted these messages
I wrote a story myself this morning.
A Different Kind of Stuffing,
...featuring Hermione getting stuffed with cum, but not for thanksgiving.

 No.12386

>>11718
That story was pretty good thanks for the contribution.

 No.12923

Willing Hermione 5
aryion dot com/g4/view/444797

Very lengthy, more SM than Can, still excellent

 No.12963

I had an idea if anyone else would like to use it. Hermione finds something that brings a person back after being killed at peak health with any missing parts restored/replaced. She tricks a death eater into beheading her and taking it as a trophy. She uses a different bit of magic to spy on their meetings through said trophy. Only to find out during long boring meetings they pass the head around. So when she attempts to look and listen in she's likely to experience a facefull of crotch and a dick down her neckhole.

 No.15311

Sudo bump!

Anything new in the world of Potter while gurochhan was down?

 No.15446

Everything in its Place

Hermione has offended the house elves one too many times with her attempts to free them, and they have decided to finally put her in her place. [rape, mindbreak, lactation, soft dolcett] [commission]


https://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/EvilFuzzy9/33079/Everything-in-its-Place/87795/Chapter-0/Everything-in-its-Place

https://aryion.com/g4/view/501293


FYI, the dolce to really is just a pinch of seasoning at the end, like a paragraph or two. The rest of it is a pretty good read though, shows how she went from cannon(ish) to dish pretty well.



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