Harry and Hermione's Fourth Feast
Tags: Harry Potter (Series), F/Self, F/F, M/F, F/M/F, Oral, Bondage, Semi-Consensual, D/s, Possession, Living Sex Doll, Snuff, Cannibalism, Hermione Granger, Megan Jones, Harry Potter
 
Hermione decides to buy Megan Jones from Ron and have her way with her.
 
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Megan Jones wasn't quite sure what to think of her new owner. It had been nearly a week since Hermione had bought her and now it was time for her to pay up. For the whole week Hermione had basically ignored her, sequestering herself in the library to research every meticulous detail of what she was planning to do to Megan. Megan didn't mind the delay of course, she wanted to live as long as she could, though she understood that dying was a risk when she signed up for the catalogue. She didn't even near her former master Ron a grudge for selling her, well not much of one any way. There was a certain amount of spite inherent in this past week's efforts to ride Ron every night thoroughly enough that he would never forget her. It was mostly born out of Megan's desire to enjoy her last week on earth without having to deal with social entanglements, but at least a small part of Megan's brain was oping that she was the best fuck that Ron would ever have so that he'd regret selling her off to his friend to become a lifeless fucktoy.
 
“Right,” Hermione turned to her as they entered a room that Megan had never even known existed across from a picture of trolls trying to learn ballet in a seventh floor corridor. It looked sort of like a combination of a medieval dungeon and a dentist's office. There were restraints and painful looking tools all over the room, but the walls were bright white, and the metal was all polished to a shining gleam. In the middle of the floor, was a set of chains and manacles; four each, with the manacles attached to the ends of the chains. Two pooled on the floor and two hung from the ceiling, each set attached to a large wheel and handle to act like a spool for them. It was to this contraption that Hermione brought her once they entered.
 
“Strip, then we'll get you set up so that I can access you better,” Hermione ordered. What could Megan do but comply? She was Hermione's now in every way that mattered anyway.
 
Hermione couldn't help but be a little disappointed as Megan Jones disrobed. She knew that Ron had only done what Megan had pleaded for in the catalogue, but the sight of the barren, flat, nippleless expanse of Megan's chest was still regrettable to her. Megan's breasts had been amazing, the best in their year in fact. They'd been the girl's best feature by far and even though Hermione had never really been as attracted to other girl's breasts as her male friends were, it was more than a bit unsatisfying to find them gone.
 
The rest of Megan was somewhat unremarkable; her darker blonde hair wasn't the equal of Luna's flowing locks, her body wasn't fat but it wasn't the toned athleticism of Ginny's form, she was submissive and accepting of her fate but it wasn't the abject submission Cho had displayed. In all respects Megan was just sort of unremarkable. If she'd still had her tits she'd be able to stand out from the pack, but without them? Megan sort of blended into the background, which Hermione guessed was kind of the point given her ad in the Girlmeat Catalogue.
 
Still, Hermione wasn't about to give Harry a sub-par sex toy, that's why she brought the polyjuice.
 
“Drink this, it will turn you into a perfect copy of Ginny,” Hermione ordered, offering Megan a vial of deep red potion that was almost fizzing with golden bubbles.
 
“Ginny?” Megan asked, surprised. “Why not you? He obviously likes you.” It seemed more than a bit odd for Hermione to give Harry a sex doll shaped like a former... romantic rival? Ginny certainly made no secret of her crush, but she wasn't quite sure what to call Hermione's relationship with the Boy-Who-Lived.
 
“I thought of that, about midway through the week actually, but Harry wouldn't really like it. He's not a necrophiliac. He wouldn't be attracted to a lifeless fuckdoll and while I guess I could learn enough animation charms to give the sex doll a semblance of life, it would be... limited. That's why I'm using Ginny. Harry already accidentally bound her ghost to her head when we deep fried her,” Hermione explained, sending a shiver of fear down Megan's spine at the off-hand way her master disclosed Ron's sister's fate. “By using one of Ginny's hairs as the base of the polyjuice, there should be enough resonance between her and the sex doll we're making you into that I can transfer her binding from her head into you. That way Harry's toy won't just be made out of a real girl, it'll feel like a real girl!” Hermione smiled, as if she wasn't talking about turning one of what by all accounts was a former friend into a helpless sex doll just to please her boyfriend.
 
Hermione turned to the raw materials for her gift and caught the expression on the now titless girl's face. “I guess I could have used you as the basis for the sex doll too, since of course you'd have the required resonance to be bound to your own body, but Ron didn't take any hairs from you before her removed your breasts, and polyjuice transforms you into the person's form as reflected at the time the hair was taken, which is coincidentally why you can't use hairs taken after death, you'd die,” Hermione explained.
 
The lovely Gryffindor paused for breath as she looked over Megan's naked form as if appraising how well she'd work as a sex doll. Her eyes lingered on the well-used form of Megan's sex and the glaring absence on her chest. Megan got the distinct impression that her new master disapproved of her life-choices. She supposed that didn't matter much since Hermione would be ending her life soon enough anyway.
 
“Also,” Hermione continued, “I haven't finished deciphering just what Harry did wrong when he cast the spell I taught him so that it actually bound Ginny's soul to her body; and since we already have Ginny's ghost on hand, and it doesn't really make any sense to try experimenting at this point and getting a copy of your... defaced, body instead of a girl I already know that Harry enjoyed fucking, Ginny is the obvious choice. I hope that makes sense?” Hermione asked with a bit of concern, as if worried she'd hurt Megan's feelings by not keeping her around, helplessly trapped in her body for Harry to fuck every night.
 
“That's fine,” Megan smiled. She really wasn't disappointed in Hermione's choice after all; aside from her decision to snuff her (a plan that had been clear from the outset, and the decision whether or not to accept Megan herself had given to Ron to make for her), Hermione's plans for her weren't really anything she couldn't live with... metaphorically speaking, anyway.
 
“I don't, I mean...” Megan took a deep breath as she struggled to put what she was feeling into words. “I'd rather not be snuffed, but... I've never really been... comfortable? at school,” Megan hesitated before continuing. “I've always been shy and... and I know that other girls were jealous of my breasts and... everyone staring at them... it made me uncomfortable. I used to wish that I could just leave, just be alone and have someone else take over in my place, so that they could be stared at and fantasized about instead of me. This is... this is kind of like that isn't it? Ginny will get to be used and stared at instead of me and I can just be... overlooked and forgotten?” Megan finished, her final words tinged with hope.
 
Hermione frowned, not quite sure what to make of the Hufflepuff. She'd been shy herself when she was younger but this? This was something different. Still, it wasn't something Hermione would have to deal with for long. She had a busy night ahead of her, but Megan Jones would not be around for long enough to really be a factor in it.
 
“That makes sense,” Hermione lied. “Now, please drink the potion. The quicker we start the faster your part will be over.”
 
That wasn't anywhere near as enticing as Hermione probably thought it was, Megan thought to herself, but there really was no sense delaying the inevitable. Megan quaffed the potion, and Hermione immediately got to work.
 
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It took all night, but Hermione was finally satisfied with the gift she'd created. Once Megan had downed the potion her transformation into a perfect replica of Ron's recently deceased little sister began almost immediately. Her frame shrunk, her dirty blonde hair brightened to a vibrant red, her legs became more toned, but it was still Megan Jones behind the redhead's green eyes.
 
With Megan's help, Hermione locked the newly minted redhead into the manacles in the center of the room, using her wand to hoist her, spread eagle, into the air for easy access. With that done there really wasn't any reason to keep Megan alive anymore, the only thing the girl could do now would be struggle, or live long enough to change back into her old form. Neither of which would be helpful to Hermione's plans. Still, she couldn't just let Megan go without a last goodbye.
 
“Thank you for letting Ron sell you,” Hermione spoke up. “I'm certain that Harry's going to really enjoy you once I give you to him!” With that final reassurance, Hermione cast a silent heart attack curse at Megan's borrowed bod and waited for the girl to die.
 
Honestly, the Killing curse would have been kinder, but though she had already killed and even eaten three different girls, one of which looked exactly like the girl before her, Hermione couldn't quite muster the mindset necessary to cast the curse. It was probably just as well, while for some reason there was no penalty for casting a silent heart attack curse, the Killing Curse was still considered Unforgivable, even in the current circumstances.
 
With Megan Jones dead, Hermione could get to work. It was strange, working with a dead girl like this. Every girl she'd killed so far had survived long after she was finished cooking them thanks to the spell Luna had taught her. This was... It was quieter. Hermione didn't mind much this time, since this was intended more as a gift for Harry, an arts and crafts project more than a sexual experience, at least on Hermione's end; but it wasn't something she'd enjoy when indulging in her own sexual fantasies.
 
Hermione carefully inscribed a variety of runes invisibly onto Ginny's flesh, because without Megan inside that's what it was now. The memory of deep-fried redhead lingered on her tongue, but it didn't distract her as she pulled open Ginny's newly virginal pussy to brand a rune onto the redhead's inner lip.
 
Once all the runes were finished, the real work began. Hermione made a small incision in Ginny's pelvis, and carefully removed her ovaries. She hadn't actually had Ginny's after cooking her, but having tasted what Cho had done with hers there really was no reason to give up this chance. With that done, Hermione transfigured the rest of the redhead's insides into a soft, self-warming gel, and after casting dozens upon dozens of preserving, Self-cleaning, and even self-repair charms to make sure her gift stayed in perfect shape for the rest of Harry's life, Hermione sealed all of with a variant of the Protean charm to link it all together.
 
It was after two AM now, but that was fine, the teachers were asleep and with the night so late, she'd have easy access to Harry's bedroom.
 
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With her gift shrunk in her pocket, Hermione made her way up the staircase to the boys' dorms. She'd been up here before of course, but she'd never had to sneak in this late at night, and the naked sex toy in her pocket certainly didn't make the process feel any less forbidden or illicit.
 
Carefully, Hermione opened the door and cast a silencing spell on every single one of the beds to prevent herself from being heard. It wouldn't do if Harry's dorm mates found out what she had planned. Carefully she snuck over to Harry's trunk and opened it, taking out Ginny's still-preserved head. Taking her wand in hand, Hermione, etched the runes she'd put together over the past week into the head, behind Ginny's ears, underneath her tongue and on her scalp beneath her hair. The preservation charms were holding up fine, but they could be improved with the ones that Hermione had learned over the past week, so Hermione did just that before calling out quietly to the ghost of Ron's sister.
 
“Ginny? Are you awake?”
 
Ginny's eyes opened. The eyes in the head, rather than those of her ghost as she was expecting.
 
“Hermione? What are you doing here? Harry's already a- Wait. Something's different...”
 
“I found some runes to give you greater control over your remains,” Hermione started to explain, but Ginny's eyes practically lit up as she realized what that meant.
 
“So I can give Harry blowjobs for real now?” The eager redhead asked. “Harry complains when I try and give him one as a ghost. It's too cold, apparently. I've been trying my best, but he just isn't a fan. If course, he's more than happy with me posing for him as spank material occasionally, even if deep-fried girl isn't his favorite fetish, but now I can do something better?”
 
“Well, you could,” Hermione agreed. “But your head is still a bit clammy so I don't know if he'll like that. That's actually why I came up here. And... keep it down a bit? I cast some privacy charms, but I still don't want to wake anyone.”
 
Ginny blinked. “Right, sorry, Being a ghost makes stuff like that a bit more distant. What did you want anyway?”
 
“I wanted to know if you'd be willing to help me out with a gift for Harry?” Hermione asked, quietly.
 
“You know Hermione, I didn't come out so well after the last time I helped you with a gift for Harry,” Ginny joked. “I guess I kind of lost my head!” she smiled.
 
“That was terrible,” Hermione replied, trying and failing not to laugh. “Besides, your head is right here, you're even using it. The joke isn't accurate at all!”
 
Ginny rolled her eyes, amazed at the way she'd regained the ability. “It's just a joke Hermione, It doesn't need to make sense. Merlin knows Fred and George's pranks never did.” The redhead paused. “Anyway, I'm always happy to help Harry, and you too I suppose. Even after you let me die a virgin...” Ginny paused to let Hermione realize that the redhead was still more than a little sore about that last part. “How can I help?” Ginny continued. “I can't exactly lend you a hand at most jobs.”
 
“Well, you know how I managed to get you control over your head? Can you come out of it for a second? I want to show you something.”
 
Ginny tried to nod, but with no real neck to speak of that was incredibly hard to manage, so instead, she just drifted out from within her skull until her naked, deep fried ghost was fully visible her cunt still cooked into an obscene permanently gaping pose from where she had pulled it open in life as she died.
 
Hermione couldn't help but enjoy the sight. It may not work for most girls, but on Ginny? Her ectoplasmic state was a permanent reminder of the power that Hermione had over her and just what Hermione had done with that power. It was more than a little arousing.
 
Still, now wasn't the time to get lost in thought. Reaching into her pocket, Hermione pulled out the shrunken version of Megan Jones' body, now a perfect replica of Ginny Weasley's from before Hermione had had her deep-fried.
 
“Is that?” Hermione canceled the shrinking charm, bringing the replica redhead to full size. “It is! That's me!” Ginny beamed in amazement.
 
“Actually, it's Megan Jones. Your brother sold her to me earlier this week.”
 
“I know what my body looks like, Hermione, and that's definitely not Megan Jones.”
 
“Polyjuice. If you die in a Polyjuiced form, you stay in that form,” Hermione explained. “Well? Do you want to try it out?”
 
Ginny didn't need a further invitation, she dove into her replica body faster than her brother being chased by an acromantula. “Oh wow I can... I can move this!”
 
“It's you, so it's just as good an anchor as your head was... is. You should be able to control it a bit too. Not enough that you could rejoin Hogwarts of course, but you should have full control of your head, your legs, your arms, and your hips. That's more than enough for a sex doll like you are now.”
 
“My hips?” Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow.
 
“Your sex too,” Hermione blushed. “I wanted Harry to enjoy himself.”
 
“You snuffed another girl, all so that you could make a replica of my body to give Harry a living sex toy?” Ginny asked equal parts amazed and shocked. “You really are kind of twisted, Hermione. But... even though your reasons are kind of selfish, and you did kill me... If this is the present you wanted me to help with? I'd be happy to be Harry's helpless little fuck doll.” Ginny agreed.
 
Hermione frowned, she knew she was twisted, but it wasn't like she had forced any of the girls she'd snuffed to list themselves in the catalogue. They had all consented of their own free will, and Hermione refused to feel upset about giving them what they wanted. Ginny had practically jumped at the chance to be snuffed, even trying to get Hermione to buy her instead of Luna. Ginny didn't have a leg to stand on as far as complaints went. And, actually, Hermione wasn't sure that the runes she's placed would even allow Ginny to stand anyway. Still, it was good to hear that her friend was fine with helping out.
 
“Excellent. Do you want to take your new body for a test drive? If you're okay with it I see no reason not to wake Harry. I've already silenced the room so you can be as loud as you want... you know, within reason.”
 
Ginny nodded, and after shrinking her down to put her in her pocket, Hermione opened up the curtains of Harry's four poster and climbed inside.
 
The End