This is a story about George and some randome girl at Hogwarts. If you have thing for George pretend its you that he is staring at.
I stared across the room and started to pick apart my sandwich. After about 10 minutes of disassembling my sandwich I actually focused on what I was staring at… George was looking at me; doing that burning thing with his eyes that always made me look away to fast and my stomach do back flips. I knew it wasn't anything serious he always looked at me like that sort of as an 'inside joke.' But just the simple fact that his burning eyes were nothing more than a friendly game didn't stop my cheeks from blushing or my pulse from racing (or slightly scary fantasies from bouncing around distractingly in my head). I looked back up and he was still looking at my with those eyes, wow those eyes. Gold flecked and brownish-green for the most part, but fading beautifully to a ocean blue towards the middle...
Wow. Get a hold of yourself! Snap out of it! He doesn't like you that way. Calm down and look away. But I couldn't look away so I continued to stare idiotically back at him pretending he felt the same way.
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