Disclaimer: I'm NOT JK! I do not own the characters!
The lonely girl sat in front of the large dressing table stationed at the end of the dormitory. She was dressed in periwinkle blue robes. A few final drops of straightening serum remained in the bottle, which she quickly emptied, applying the final few drops to her usually frizzy dark hair.
For one moment, she looked truly happy. Then it dawned on her. She picked up the rose that Viktor had given her, and she allowed a single tear to escape from her eye and roll off her cheek as she placed it back onto the dresser.
She looked up into the mirror; smoothed out her robes and wiped her eyes. What are you doing, she thought, most of the girls in the country would kill to be you right now, you're going to the Yule Ball with an international Quidditch player. Most girls would kill for that, she agreed, but it did not make her happy. Viktor could be no more than a good friend, of that she was certain.
She got up and moved towards her bed; checking the clock. She was late. Hermione Granger was never late. She grabbed her wand and walked to the door; looking back at the photo of herself and her two best friends on her dresser.
"I wish it was you," she whispered, walking out of the room.