He didn't comment on the rather ratty Gryffindor trackie bottoms she had on when he joined her, or on the way Lynx had taken over a corner of the bed.  He just sat up against her headboard and opened the book he hadn't been reading earlier and proceeded to not read it again.  She glanced at the title - Rickettsial & Mycotic Zoonoses - and decided it had to be painfully dull as well as much too close to home.  Instead of asking about it, she curled up against his side and let the sense of well-being wash over her.   She snuggled in more closely and he let out a little laugh that made her hit him.  "It's not my fault you don't get the good part of this," she said. "I'd share if I could."