Romilda Vane
"He's amazing," she cooed, stroking a picture on her wall. Her friends glanced at each other uneasily. "I just know that he wants me, I just know it."
"Romilda?" One of her friends asked tentatively. "Is everything okay?"
"Of course it is," she snapped back, annoyed with the look of disbelief that was planted on their faces. "I have a plan to win Harry and I just know he's going to come running to me!"
Ah, Harry Potter. Her dorm mates had had to listen to his name and every attribute about him for a while now and they had frankly gone from being amused with her crush to annoyed and now damn straight worried. She was obsessed; a complete maniac.
"It is anything dangerous, is it?" Romilda snorted and shook her head, tossing her curls behind her head as she grabbed a chocolate box from her bed and left. "It is something dangerous, isn't it?" The three girls remaining in the room exchanged worried glances and prayed to Merlin that nobody got hurt.
"Word on the street Romilda, is that your chocolates are the reason Harry and Ron went to Slughorn," Ginny growled, confronting the girl one year her junior in a corridor on the way to the common room. "You're the reason that my brother was in the hospital room."
"No I'm not!" She protested, her face flaming with embarrassment and anger. Yeah, her plan hadn't gone too well after all. "He shouldn't have eaten what wasn't his." Ginny snorted and raised an eyebrow.
"So if Harry had eaten the poisoned chocolates, you think my brother was just going to sit there and let him rant and rave about a girl he's never even mentioned before?" Romilda blinked, trying to hold back tears. "No, Ron would've taken him to Slughorn and we'd still be in the same situation. Leave. Harry. Alone."
"Romilda?" One of her friends asked. "Are you okay?"
"No," she wailed. "No I'm not."