Ginny stared as tendrils reached out from the plant and twined around her calf. They brushed seductively over her skin and she moaned as they snaked up her thigh. They were under her skirt now, flicking at sensitive spots, small shoots curling up inside of her. She gasped and contracted in a warm wet shudder that never seemed to end...
Ginny yawned; she should never study alone. But that dream! She must have seen the plant on the desk before falling asleep. She kissed its leaves as she left.
Ah, Neville thought, I should have become a Vegimagus long ago.