The quill scratched over the parchment as Harry wrote.
"Draco Malfoy is the hottest witch in her year."
He tapped the quill against his chin as he thought further. Knowing he'd given her a new power, to muddle minds, and tempt. "This needs to be balanced out", Harry thought.
"Her beauty is a consequence of her parent dabbling in the dark arts to enhance her beauty. But, the unforeseen price is she's now virtually a squib."
Satisfied, he'd nullified the problem, he went hunting to see if he could spot Draco. Spotting her on the Marauders Map, he saw she was still flanked by Crabbe and Goyle. Puzzled that she'd have not just male friends, but such dull witted ones, Harry went to see in person.
- - - - -
Along the way, he ran into Neville Longbottom. A quick chat was enough to confirm that Harry's addition had come true. Neville had a goofy smile on his face, when Harry brought up Draco's name. Quickly coming to her defence that she wasn't a squib, despite her marks. That she simply hadn't found her passion, or motivation.
It was clear that Neville's judgement was affected by her beauty. The far away look in his eyes, the airy sound to his voice, and the bulge in his pants clearly telling Harry that Neville was under her influence.
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