Greg grew still, and felt this odd sense of comfort, sitting here talking with him. It was like they'd known each other for a long while, and could trust each other. He wasn't sure what it was based on; he and Theo hadn't really done much with each other to this point. They went to class, ate at the same table, and hung out in the common rooms together. But they'd never really sat and talked.
Greg couldn't help it; he'd been sort of latched to Draco's side over the past few years. And he felt this palpable feeling that he could trust Theo. It could have been the observation, the compliment. Greg didn't think people noticed him, except when he was smashing their face into a wall.
He felt himself growing more relaxed, and moved to stretch out on his stomach on the bed, his head not so far from Theo's leg as he pushed the book in front of him more.
"You got any ideas?" he asked, leaning on his forearms, his feet on the head board.