George sat almost perfectly still save for the pulse at his neck that throbbed in time to his heartbeat, which Hermione's gaze was fixated on. He was reading a book and she was pretending to, too. However, she was really watching him. Watching the way his eyes flicked quickly over the page, the way his lips would purse when he read something he didn't agree with and the way the corners of his mouth would turn up when something pleased him.
Her reverie was broken when he suddenly looked up at her, straight into her eyes. "Hermione if you are just going to stare at me every time I'm in here, I'll have to find somewhere else to research."
Hermione stuttered, desperately trying to come up with an excuse. Her brilliant mind failed her though and she simply mumbled, "I'm sorry."
"You see," George continued. "I can't concentrate on a damn thing with your gorgeous eyes on me."