"...part Veela."

"...part Veela," Hermione finished, rolling her eyes. Suddenly, the coin she had been been idly holding in her hand began glowing with a brilliant radiance, and Harry watched in astonishment as his best friend changed completely. Where before was a plain teenage girl with frizzy brown hair, buck teeth, and little in the way of make-up or fashion sense, was now the kind of girl boys spoke of in whispers. Her long, blonde hair was only the hint of a wave, carrying a perfect combination of volume, bounce, and sheen. Her skin was almost supernaturally smooth and blemish-free, her lips plump and inviting, her teeth pearly white and straight. Despite the fashionable robes she was wearing, the girl's curves could not be contained lightly, the hint of bouncing breasts here and of supple thighs there.

Then, as if they both remembered something they had forgotten, new memories fell into their minds. She was Heirmoigne Grangé, a french transfer student who had been at Hogwarts since Harry's first year. Despite her Veela-borne beauty, she was a kind girl who ended up befriending Ron and Harry early on, and who he knew Ron had a crush on. She was the smartest witch in the class, while also drawing everyone's eyes and earning the jealousy of every other girl. Heirmoigne blinked her gorgeous eyes, looking down at her new body. "Oh my," she said, only a slight accent to her speech.