Romilda Vane walked through the streets of Hogsmeade. Not caring that her perfectly coiffed hair was falling down and getting wet in the rain. Not caring that her designer trenchcoat was getting soaked. Not caring that she could get pneumonia. Not caring that every couple in Hogwarts was sitting, warm and cozy, in front of the fire in their common rooms, celebrating Valentine's Day.
Because among those happy couples was Harry Potter and Ginny-Bloody-Weasley. Now normally, she didn't swear, it was taboo in the It world nowadays, but for Weasley, she made an exception. The redheaded demon had stolen her Harry Potter. The Harry Potter who she had had posters of since the age of two! Of course, Ginny had too, but she was supposed to get him. Not the ketchup haired freak!
But what had hurt her most, was the fact that Harry had tossed aside her chocolates, her flirting, and most of all, her heart. When she found out that someone had to go to Professor Slughorn's office for being in love with her, she ignored the teasing about "fatal Romilda" and hoped beyond hope that it was Harry. Only to be severely disappointed when she found out it was his sidekick, Rupert. Or something like that. She couldn't be bothered to remember his name, after all, he was nothing compared to Harry Potter.
And now, on Valentine's Day, she was all alone. Harry never noticed her so she was all alone. Harry thought of her as a mere echo in his ear. An echo of the perfect Ginny Weasley.