There had to be a pattern. He had told Hermione that surely the way the Veela strain selected its savior was random, and she had said that wasn’t the way that magic worked. He hadn't pressed the issue because he hadn’t wanted to find the answer and feel as though he had to give it to his father. Now, he didn’t care about his father.   His father could go hang. He cared about Pansy.  It couldn’t be random.  There was a reason each of those women in his folders had latched onto the man that they had; there was a reason that Hermione had latched onto him. He just needed to figure it out, and then he could reason his way through to find the person for Pansy.