Hermione shivered awake, glaring around her bedroom in the near pitch black. Her skin was thick with gooseflesh and her toes were so numb they just HAD to be black and frozen. Her teeth chattered, and she thought she could see her breath in front of her face.
She was COLD, but she hadn't started off that way.
She turned to look, and next to get in bed, Harry was bundled head to toe in HER blanket, warm and toasty as ever. She growled and snatched her side back, muttering tiredly about sneaky, cover stealing Slytherins.
Ten minutes later she was up and doing the same thing, in the same position.
Harry Potter was the world's biggest cover hog.