Hermione arrived at Ginny's house, her boots clicking on the cobblestones leading up to the front door. The smell of fresh flowers wafted in the air as she knocked on the door. Ginny answered, her red hair pulled back into a ponytail and her apron splattered with flour.
"Come on in, Hermione," Ginny said, stepping aside to let her friend inside.
Hermione smiled at the sight of Ginny's kitchen, which was covered in pots and pans, utensils, and various ingredients. The scent of vanilla and cinnamon filled the room, making her mouth water.
"Wow, Ginny, you've really outdone yourself this time," Hermione said, taking in the sight of the elaborate spread on the counter.
"I know, right? I've been experimenting with some new magical recipes. Have you ever tried levitating your ingredients as you cook? It saves so much time," Ginny said, grinning as she waved her wand over a bowl of chopped vegetables, lifting them up into the air and dropping them into a pot of boiling water.
Hermione couldn't help but laugh at Ginny's enthusiasm for magic in the kitchen. She had always admired her friend's natural talent for cooking and baking, which was only enhanced by her proficiency in using spells to enhance the flavors of her dishes.
As they worked together, Hermione and Ginny chatted about their lives since they had last seen each other. Ginny talked about her Quidditch career and how she was enjoying life as a newlywed. Hermione shared updates on her job at the Ministry of Magic and how she was settling into her new home.
"I have to admit, Ginny, I've been indulging a bit too much lately," Hermione said, sighing as she stirred a pot of bubbling sauce. "I've put on some weight, and I'm not as fit as I used to be."
Ginny looked up from her cutting board, a curious expression on her face. "Really? I hadn't noticed. In fact, I think you look amazing, Hermione. I mean, sure, you have gotten curvier, but in all the right ways. And you know Ron has always secretly liked big girls. Something about being smothered, I guess," Ginny said with a wink.
Hermione blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement at Ginny's comment. She had always been self-conscious about her weight, but lately, she had been embracing her body and the pleasure that came from indulging in delicious foods.
"You're right, Ginny. I have to admit, I love binge-eating, and Ron loves to feed me. It's like a game of sorts, where he tries to see how much food he can get me to eat," Hermione said, her cheeks flushing pink.
Ginny smirked, "I'm sure he does."
The pair continued to cook and chatter away, each using their magic to create delicious dishes that left their mouths watering. Hermione had lost count of how many snacks she had nibbled on while they cooked, and she couldn't wait to indulge in the main course.
Finally, after hours of cooking and spellcasting, the dishes were ready to be served. Hermione and Ginny sat down at the table, their plates overflowing with fragrant curries, roasted meats, and fluffy bread.
As they savored the food, Hermione couldn't help but overindulge. The flavors were too good to resist, and she found herself piling her plate high with seconds and thirds. Ginny watched her friend eat with a smile on her face, encouraging her to take even more.
"Go on, Hermione, you know you want to," Ginny said, pushing a plate of fried chicken towards her friend. "Live a little, indulge."
Hermione couldn't resist. She grabbed a piece of the crispy chicken, taking a big bite and closing her eyes as she savored the flavors. She felt the grease dribble down her chin and wiped it away with the back of her hand, belching embarrassingly.
Ginny chuckled, looking at Hermione with amusement. "You know, Hermione, I think Ron has definitely corrupted you. I've never seen you eat like this before, even back in the Great Hall."
"I know, Ginny, it's like he's opened up a whole new world to me," Hermione said, grabbing another piece of chicken and taking a large bite. "I can't believe how much I'm enjoying this." She continued to eat, savoring each bite and relishing in the feeling of fullness that slowly enveloped her. She didn't care about the calories, only the pleasure of her belly, bloated with delicious food.
As they finished their meal, Hermione felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her. Her pudgy midriff was bulging with the feast she had consumed, and she felt a sense of contentment that she had never experienced before.
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