Devil's Lust

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Devil’s Lust

Ginny sat in a quiet corner of the Library chatting merrily with Neville. People were beginning to wonder if the two of them were an item; they had hardly been apart since the Yule Ball three weeks earlier. Neville was eagerly discussing some of the Herbology books he’d been reading.
“…and it’s called Gillyweed. It’s supposed to give you the ability to breathe underwater. I think that would be interesting.” Neville was explaining to Ginny about this strange plant in one of his books.
“I suppose. But a lot of underwater creatures can be very dangerous.”
“Yeah. I guess that is one thing to worry about. You could probably handle yourself, though. Your spell work is great.”
“Oh, thanks.” Ginny blushed. “But I don’t think even my spells could keep away the giant squid.” They both laughed somewhat awkwardly. “So what’s that one?” She pointed to a picture in another open book on the table.
“Oh-that one’s called Devil’s Lust.”
“Devil’s Lust?”
“Yeah. It’s a rare off-breed of Devil’s Snare and it’s-lustful…”
“How do you mean?”
“Well, Devil’s Snare has all those tentacles that it uses to strangle it’s victims. And this witch worked on it for quite a few years. The plant had to change over several life spans.”
“And one witch did it all?” Ginny questioned.
“Yeah. Well, the life span of Devil’s Snare is only a few years. The new plant was about half the size of the original Devil’s Snare, but it still had loads of long tentacles. And it was also very lustful. It had a strong attraction to women. You see, it was created to be sort of a-well erm-a…”
“Dildo?” Ginny offered.
“Yeah,” Neville blushed at the language. “Something like that.”
“Wonder how come it never caught on,” Ginny mused.
“Well, that seems to be what she was hoping for. She had lots of plans to market them.”
“Why didn’t she then?”
“Well, after she died, the Ministry decided the plants were too dangerous to reach the market.”
“She died? How?”
“Well, to put it mildly, she was found naked and the plant was still-carrying on.”
“The plant killed her? So it still had some of Devil’s Snare left in it?”
“I don’t think so. Like I said, the plant was still doing what it was supposed to do. There was no real evidence that the plant had strangled her or anything like that.”
“What killed her then?”
“No one’s really sure. Although it was during You-Know-Who’s time, so it could easily have been a Death Eater. Testing the plant would have left her pretty defenseless to a murderer.”
“I don’t know about that,” Ginny said. “If she’d been testing it, she would’ve been ready to defend in case it tried to strangle her. Where did they find her wand?”
“Lying on the desktop. There was no sign of a duel at all.”
“I think she probably knew it was safe and was just using it. And that really would leave her defenseless.”
“I guess that makes sense. Wonder who killed her, though.”
“Like you said, could’ve been anyone. You agree with me that the plant was probably safe?”
“Yes,” Neville said slowly. “Why?”
“What did the Ministry do with the plant?”
“Plants,” Neville corrected. “She had bred quite a few of them. The first on the scene were ministry witches and they couldn’t get near without it trying to undress them. They got some wizards in who were able to remove the plant as easy as anything. You’d think they’d have realized then that the plants weren’t a danger. They took the plants and planted them in nature. Obviously in place they wouldn’t expect humans to go. They noted all the places for any Herbologists who wanted to study them, though. There are a few in the Forbidden Forest.”
“Really?” Ginny’s eyes widened. “Are there any in the greenhouses?”
“No. Why are you asking all this? You don’t want one, do you?”
“I think it’d be interesting to study,” Ginny said shiftily.
“You want to use it.” Neville was regarding Ginny with disbelief and slight curiosity.
“Well, who wouldn’t,” Ginny became defensive. “I mean-it’s a dil-”
“Shh!” Neville warned. Madame Pince was walking by, she seemed not to have noticed their guilty faces though as she continued moving throughout the Library. Ginny dropped her voice.
“It’s a dildo that does all the work for you.” Neville blushed again at how brazen Ginny was. This was one of the qualities he had come to admire in Ginny as they spent time together. “No wonder she wanted to market them. They’d be a perfect lover, wouldn’t they?”
“I think that’s what she was going for. They’d be perfect physically, I suppose. They wouldn’t be an emotional lover. They couldn’t give you kids either.”
“You sound almost jealous.”
“No I don’t,” said Neville jumpily.
“Yes you do. You’re afraid I’m going to give up men and start shagging plants forever.” Neville was very relieved that Ginny was laughing. “I know that being really fulfilled is more than just the pleasure of it all,” she assured him. “But I’d still like to have a go at one of those plants.”
“And they really would be interesting to study,” Neville said fervently.
“Changing your tune now?”
“Well, it’d be interesting to see how the plant works.”
“You mean it’d be interesting to watch me get off?” Ginny smiled at him. “Who knows? Maybe you won’t need one of those plants to see that.” Neville blushed more deeply than ever.
“Are you-” he stammered. “Are you saying-you want to-to…”
“Not yet. But maybe sometime. I like you, Neville; you’re very charming. I’m pretty sure I’d eventually like to have sex with you, but I’d like us to get to know each other more before we make such an important decision.”
“The Library is not the place to discuss such a decision, Miss Weasley.” Madame Pince was back and very clearly displeased that students were talking about such things in her Library. “You will have such conversations in more private places in the future.” She was closing there books for them and sent them out of the Library.
“Shame,” said Neville. “Where should we go to now?”
“I don’t know. It’s not near enough to dinner time yet. I guess back toward Gryffindor Tower.” They began moving along the familiar pathways. “So, do you think it’d be possible to get one of those plants from the Forest?”
“Theoretically, I guess. The plant itself won’t do anything if a man retrieves it. It’d take a lot of work, though. You’d have to know where it is and know the Forest well enough to get to it. We don’t really know anyone who spends a lot of time exploring the forest.”
“Are you serious, Neville? I can think of plenty of people. Hagrid, for one; he’s in and out of the Forest all the time. Then there’s Harry, Ron and Hermione; they’ve been into the Forest loads of times. Also Fred and George, they’re always in trouble with Filch for going in there.”
“Why do they go in there?”
“Before this past summer, I would have said they did it just for fun. After our Mum found all their order forms and stuff, I’d say they go in there to work. They might know loads of things about the Forest.”
“Yeah, but I don’t think you want your brothers finding out what you’re up to.”
“Too true. I’ll try and think of a way to ask them questions.”
“Or you could go ask any of those other people.”
“Yeah.” They both sighed as they pondered on these things and made their way back to Gryffindor Tower.