Hermione looked down at the food in front of her. It was turkey and mashed potatoes again, with the typical other baskets of rolls and corn. On a normal day she would have dug in hungrily as her stomach was begging her to do, but she had no appetite to accompany it.
She picked up a serving spoon solemnly and scoped herself some mashed potatoes while the same love sick song repeated in her head. It had been stuck in her head all week and she just couldn't rid herself of it. It was a muggle song called "Such Great Heights" and she hummed the chorus subconsciously as she spread the food around her plate decoratively, trying to feint the appearance of having consumed some of it.
She noticed Harry give her a sideways look of concern so she begrudgingly forked some potatoes into her mouth to avoid being questioned about her state of being.
She couldn't really place what was wrong, just that everything was too normal. She went through the same schedule everyday without deviation. Even the conversations were typical, usually revolving around school work of Quidditch. She almost wished that Voldemort would act up so that they could have another adventure.
That was an awful thing to think. She thought to herself as she shook her head slightly.
She looked up from her plate and caught Ron's eyes. He gave her a slight smile as he continued to devour his food and listen to Harry's "hilarious" story. It was then that she realized the real problem. I'm lonely.