Narcissa's face went from confused to comical. "The youngest Weasley boy? My, you could do better. I recall you dancing with the Bulgarian Quidditch Athlete at the Yule Ball in the paper! No, you'd need someone with a bit more grace, who could match your intellect and seduce you in a subtle way, rather than resort to the tried and true "bludger" approach." Her eyes, however, shone slightly as she realized how I described her. I glanced away, trying to keep myself from blushing. Would this be happening if not for this damn Compulsion? No. Can I do anything to stop it? No. Maybe I should learn to make the best out of it...