'Fingernail biting is extremely hazardous to the health, so I must protect her from it.' Oneshot. Guess the POV.
She Bites Her Nails
Rasielle
She bites her nails, and it's very distracting.
And not only is it distracting, but it's highly unhygienic. I mean, there are just too many things fingers tend to touch nowadays, and to think you'd put that into your mouth and risk death… it's very distressing. I don't like thinking about the risks she takes whenever she tries it. Whenever it happens… it's like time stops, and it's all I can see: while one hand taps the table, the other rises up, slowly slowly slowly, and rests by her mouth. Her pouty lips part slightly as she lifts one finger – usually the ring-finger – and she just… chews. Nibbles, like a gerbil or hamster or mouse or any rodent that nibbles. And as I hear her nail splinter and her teeth click just a little, I feel something inside of me snap. Fingernail biting is extremely hazardous to the health, so I must protect her from it.
As I warn her of the potential dangers, she huffs off, scoffing and cackling but still undeniably grateful.
Well, I venture to say she's grateful. She doesn't like it when I help her through the portrait hole, for instance, but she said she likes chivalry – and that is chivalry. She thinks it's funny when I pull her a little closer as we pass potentially dangerous Slytherins, no matter that she thinks it's more irritating than cute. Ah. But we all know she loves me.
And not only because I'm a good snogger. I mean, I'm her protector. I do more than snog.
So when I plucked up the courage to actually confront her about it, why the bloody hell did she think she could laugh in my face?
I can't understand her.
But I'm her boyfriend. I'm not supposed to understand her. All I have to do is snog her, support her, and protect her.
Even if I can do nothing when she bites her nails.
--fin.
Afterthoughts: Guess the POV! It shouldn't be too difficult.