Neville had never felt like this before. He had just turned 18, a man now. Puberty had been tough on him, but he had emerged a butterfly. It was a normal day in a normal transfiguration class, despite the darkness gathering in the wizarding world. Neville could tell Minerva was stressed. It was only the beginning of the year but with Harry gone Neville knew he could be Minerva's new favourite pupil. Despite the worried look in her stern Scottish eyes, Neville could tell there was a gentle mistress below. He just couldn't concentrate on his cat transfiguration spell due to the interference from his other magic wand.

Suddenly there was a gasp to his left. Neville looked at Seamus' startled Irish complexion, then turned to where his Leprechaun green eyes were pointed. Neville's eyes widened at the creation before him. Neville had only meant to transfigure his cat into a goblet, but this was no goblet. . . What lay before him could only be described as a massive erect tartan penis. To his horror it let out a meow.

"Mister Longbottom!", came the exclamation from the Gallic Goddess. She approached it slowly, erotically, despite the jeering from the rest of the class. Stopping in front of the head of the erect phallus she couldn't help but caress it, her wrinkled, delicate, manicured hand slowly running over its length. Neville gulped unsure of how to reverse this disaster as he struggled to hide his growing arousal as he watched her skilled hand run leisurely along the member. Neville would do anything to replace his creation with the real thing.

Minerva gave a longing sigh, "Oh Mr Longbottom, we must reverse this immediately. But later I'll teach you how to relieve yourself of this problem." With a swift flick of her wand, just one of the boners disappeared. After the laughter had ebbed, Minerva strutted to the front of the class, her narrow yet surprisingly perky behind swaying suggestively. She turned to face Draco, who's laughter continued. "Malfoy, 69 points from Slytherin for such inappropriate behaviour and Mr Longbottom, I trust I'll be seeing you in my office after class to go over some of the basics". The class dispersed.

Neville turned to Seamus speechless, open mouthed in anticipation. Seamus gave Neville a cheeky Irish wink, "I think you're on top of her mornin', mate".