There sitting in front of him, taunting him. How are you supposed to concentrate on numbers when your hearts desire is sitting right there, just out of reach. He had rarely noticed her before, how is that possible she was beautiful in every way.
Blaise glanced at his watch, 11:30, he had been staring at Hermione for half an hour now, attempting to ignore her Blaise looks down at his parchment completely blank, and without warning his eyes once again wander until they have fallen on Hermione. It was impossible he would never be able to get anything done at this rate. A sharp voice broke his thoughts as everyone began to file out of the room.
Lunch was no better he had sat facing the Gryffindor table, there she was again with her back facing towards him. He sighed inwardly thankful that there was only two weeks remaining of classes in their sixth year. He wouldn't have to opportunity to stare anymore. His silly infatuation would diminish over the summer he told himself sternly knowing that his 'infatuation' would never diminish.
The next two weeks passed quickly, Blaise continued to stare trying to tell himself that he would move on during the summer. Even so he wanted to say something to her, maybe she had noticed him maybe he really could be with her. He had approached few opportunities to talk to her all of which were ruined in one way or another. Either Potter or Weasley would show up or he would loose all of his nerve and just have to walk away knowing he wouldn't be able to form a proper sentence.
The train ride home was an unusually long one without a glimpse of Hermione or her bushy hair. Rather disappointed that he had not been able to say goodbye to her or even a simple 'see you next year Hermione.'
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