Preoccupation
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She was talking again. She had a habit of doing that at the most inopportune times. It was always just as he was settling down to read or do his homework – always just as soon as he needed to concentrate. And then she had to go and start talking again.
Not that he minded. It was just that he got so terribly distracted by her lips. They formed such lovely shapes as she talked—his favorite was the little pout she gave when she realized he wasn't really listening.
It happened during classes too, both at Hogwarts and here at University. She would be diligently taking notes and when she came to a particularly important quotation, her tongue would dart out and wet the corner of her lips. And that wasn't the worst of it. Their Advanced Arithmancy class drove him wild. She had the infuriatingly sexy habit of nibbling on her bottom lip while copying down equations.
But she was at her most distracting when in the library. He had found that he didn't have a prayer of studying in the library while she was there. From the way she silently sounded out the titles of the books she so dearly loved to the way she chewed on her lips while trying to think of a conclusion to her latest essay, he couldn't take his eyes off her.
Yet, here she was, talking again. He could hardly comprehend what she was saying, so preoccupied was he.
He tore his gaze from her mouth and tried valiantly to listen to her. But moments later, he was back to staring at her little pink lips in fascination.
Only her voice itself finally brought him back to reality.
"Blaise? Were you listening to a word I said? You haven't made any suggestions about my fundraiser for St. Mungo's…."
His face grew hot as he realized he had been caught. Desperately he wracked his brain for some sort of idea for her.
"Kissing booth?"
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And there you have it. A short little thing, but it wouldn't leave my brain. Tell me what you thought.