"Yeah? That must be nice," he said, working up a smile as he tugged playfully at her hand and pushed the book further out of the way (without quite committing the sacrilege of shoving it onto the floor). "Not that Harry's not great about being distracting. Especially around two in the morning when he really starts to snore. He's a miserable snorer, you know," he lied. "Wicked distracting."