Hermione tries to research a cure, only to be distracted by fawning boys.

Now, Hermione would have been lying to herself to try and pretend some part of her wasn't excited by the opportunities this had presented. After all, as much as she told herself that looks didn't matter and that her brain was all she needed, suddenly becoming an incredibly sexy woman wasn't something she could entirely dismiss. Still, this wasn't her life, and this coin was clearly some kind of Dark Magic artifact of some kind to cause this. "Harry," she began, elongating the final vowel without even noticing it. "Please, go and find Ron, then meet me back here. We need to find a way to fix all of this." Still somewhat transfixed by her newfound beauty, Harry nodded and dashed off, leaving Hermione in the library.

Heading off to find books regarding ancient artifacts, both evil and benign, it took a while before Hermione noticed she was swaying her hips far more than normal as she walked, sashaying in a way that felt natural but also naturally displayed her beauty. As she was reaching up to a high shelf to grab a thick tome, Hermione heard the sound of something falling to the floor, and turned around to see a group of seventh-year Hufflepuff boys looking at her, completely bewitched. Their eyes were drinking in her beauty, and there was something intoxicating about how it made her feel. Of course, intellectually she was quite annoyed, but it was hard to separate the feelings properly.