Concentration
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling et al. Not me. But I sure hope the plot's mine…
H/Hr. A short fic. A VERY short fic. It's not very romantic. It's not fluffy, either. In fact, I'm not sure WHAT this is. This was hastily composed and scribbled (and I mean, h-a-s-t-i-l-y) in my agenda at lunch in the library. I was busy working and, well, here we go. It's pretty...bad.
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No doubt, it's happened to you. You're sitting there, absolutely engrossed in your work, and the world seems to fade away into the background. Sounds become background humming; movements become a blur. You don't know what's happening anymore, what's happening around you. You don't listen - you just hear. You don't watch - you just see. You're aware of the liveliness surrounding you, but you can't distinguish who's there, what they're saying, or what they're doing.
Everything's now a hum and a blur. Everything's now insignificant.
They can call you ignorant, but frankly, you don't care about the rest of the library. You don't care one bit. All you care about is your homework. Scribbling furiously, quill to parchment, brilliant answers transferring from mind to page, you're determined to get it done. You will get it done. With concentration like this, you always do.
Oblivion. Your partner in crime.
You'll get this work done. Why? Because you don't care about what the rest of the world is doing. Nothing can disturb your train of thought, your ink stream of knowledge. Not screams or cheers, fireworks or explosions.
Nothing. Absolutely, positively, noth--
"Hermione..." A hushed voice says.
The quill stops. And snaps.
Suddenly, the world comes back into focus. The background humming becomes sound, a haphazard mixture of giggles, gossip, and bickering. The blur becomes movement, a collection of students walking, searching, and talking.
Your concentration is shattered.
Ok, so you lied. There is one thing that never fails to break your intense concentration. But that's alright with you. Because Harry is kissing you now. And everything feels perfect.
Who cares about the rest of the world?
Harry smiles at you and leans in again.
Homework can wait. But right here, right now, you have other things to concentrate on.