Luna Lovegood

That blonde hair, bobbing up and down as her gaze followed something that apparently only she could see... The second his eyes settled on her, seated by herself at the Ravenclaw table, he knew what his choice had to be.

Blonde, with an ass you could bounce a galleon off and perky tits. one just had to look past her quirks to see why she was such an enticing option. The thought of having her under his thrall was irresistible.

It took all of his self-restraint to wait until dinner was over, but the second the crowds began leaving the hall Harry excused himself from his friends and started making his way over to Luna. Sidling up next to her, he palmed his wand and aimed it towards her, whispering:

"Imperiolioum Maxima."

The blonde froze mid-step.