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She was quite lovely, really. Sure, her teeth were a little too big for her mouth, and her hair looked like the tail end of a Hippogriff most days. But really, she was rather pretty.

Of course, Draco could never have her.

It wasn't her blood status. His father would disapprove, which didn't bother Draco in the slightest. His mother would not care, he suspected, and hers was the opinion that he valued most.

It wasn't the house in which she had been placed. Draco had Sirius, a relative who had been placed in Gryffindor, as well as a few Lion relatives further back in the family tree.

It wasn't even who she was friends with. Once Potter had been vanquished by the Dark Lord, she would realise that Weasel boy couldn't do anything for her, despite what she thought now.

It was her hair. She had brown hair. It was an abomination.

Malfoys must always have blonde hair. Always.