Harry felt himself stiffen when Hermione leaned against him. He found that he was holding his breath. Harry didn’t know what to do with his hands. “You’ve fallen asleep around us a few times.” He tried to think back. Did she snore? Harry didn’t think so, that but ruined his teasing. “So, maybe I know already?” he ventured.
He stared down at the book. “You’re kidding me?” Harry chuckled. He looked at the cover of the book. When he did, he saw that Hermione’s nightie had crept a little higher. Harry looked away, feeling guilty. He shouldn’t be looking at her like that…
“What is it about?” Harry asked, they were on that subject so that was all he could think to ask.