Greg was growing sleepy but the movement of Theo woke him up more, and being alert, he watched as a sleeping Theo faced him and held his hand. It was quiet there, under the covers, and the warm air made the entire space very comfortable and snug; Greg was reluctant to venture out into his cold bed at that moment, having just gotten warm. So he lay there, facing Theo, watching the other boy sleep.
Greg had not really been able to study his friend's features like this, with a warm lit wand hovering in the small alcove. Greg leaned in closer, letting his eyes take in the fine hair of Theo's brow. Theo's lashes were long, far longer than Greg had realized and his hair was a light sandy color even there as well. Greg's eyes roamed over the boy's face, sliding down the jaw that Greg remembered nibbling at, and then up to the lips that lay there, slightly parted. It made Greg feel a mix of sadness and want, with discretion reining supreme at the moment. They were feet away from Draco and the other boys; there were no spells on the curtains to keep them closed or sounds from not slipping from the enclosure. But more than Greg's first thoughts of cover, it was his reservation about respecting his friend that kept him from reaching out and just snogging the hell out of the sleeping boy.
Greg lowered his wand, the warm air still streaming from it, and he let his fingers brush some hair from Theo's face, so he could see the boy better. He was sincerely fond of this boy, Greg was certain of it. But what it meant for he and Theo, of that Greg had no clue.