Hermione was sitting alone in her dormitory. Her mind was confused with thoughts and emotions. It felt like she would drown in her own feelings. She felt sad, happy, in love, angry, fooled, trapped, scared and many more things. Ron Weasley had just asked her out, to go to the Yule Ball with him. It was in fact what she had been dreaming off for years, but now it couldn't come true. However, it was for good reason, for there was no denying that Viktor Krum was handsome. Perhaps this was more than she could have ever hoped for.
Still she felt bad about having to turn down Ron. Even though he said he only wanted to go with good-looking girls, who might be horrible. It was probably best to just forget about Ron and start enjoying the fact that she was the one who Viktor had asked out from all the girls. She was the one he loved or liked most of all. Hermione couldn't deny to herself that this was indeed a wonderful feeling. Moreover, he would be more of a gentleman more likely than Ron anyway. She was certain of it, the evening of the Yule Ball would be one of the best of her life and she was going to enjoy it from beginning to end.