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Bitten Thumbnail
Draco's bitten thumbnail, which has just begun to grow back.
"Draco, what are you doing?"
Draco was sitting in the middle of 'their' bed in 'their' room. The old professor's office looked much more homey with a bed as the centerpiece. The desk had not been too difficult to transfigure. The blonde was in his pajama bottoms and only had one sock on. His hair was mussed, and eyes dull. He had been chewing avidly on his thumbnail, gazing out the window, but not really concentrating.
He had stopped at Harry's voice, and looked to where his lover was sorting through clothes at the end of the bed.
"What do you think I am doing?" his reply came out tense, clipped. He took a deep breath and started again, calmer. "I was looking out the window" Draco broke eye contact and looked back to the sky.
"Yes, but you were biting your nail, something which I have never seen you do." As he said this, Harry moved to sit across from Draco, grasping his hands, turning them so the abused thumb showed.
"No, I wasn—" Draco stopped when he saw the evidence. The tip of his finger was bright red, with the white nail half off, creating an unsightly point.
"I…Harry…I'm just so worried about you." Draco dropped Harry's hands, flinging himself at the Gryffindor. They ended up flat on the bad, Harry cradling Draco to him. Draco was holding on for dear life, rubbing his cheek on Harry's shoulder.
"Everything will be alright. If we got through last week, we can make it through anything."
"But—"
"No buts, except for yours, which I love." Harry patted the body part in question. Draco sighed.
"I guess you're right" in a second he moved away from Harry and back to his former position.
Harry went back to the clothes, chancing a look at Draco. His thumb was on its way back to his mouth.