When Hermione tucked her hair behind her ear, Ron's eyes were immediately drawn to the movement and he felt the blush come back. He was glad for the heat of the fire and the soft glow of the room because at the moment it was masking the steadily rising colour of his cheeks. God, why did he have to feel the way he did? And why did his face have to betray him every single time?
"A foot?" He groaned, realizing just how behind he was and knowing he hadn't been able to and wasn't going to be able to concentrate fully. "Merlin..." He said, half about the assignment and half about the situation he was in. All the feelings were bubbling up inside him and had been for ages but the ball had turned up the heat and now the feelings were bubbling even more.
Damn Hermione for sitting there, looking beautiful, being nice to him and helping him. If she wasn't so bloody wonderful he wouldn't have this problem.
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