His thumb on hers makes her shiver in a way that had nothing to do with nightmares, though she swiftly buried those thoughts under a layer of kicking herself for even thinking about something like that in his presence. He'd made it more than clear what he thought.

"Chilly?" For a moment, she was offended, and then she realized she had goosebumps and her blankets were nearly on the other side of the room. Maybe he had a point. But once he left, she had to have another mental argument with herself about whether or not it was all right for her to follow. Would he have said something if he didn't mean me to? And I need to find out .. about the dreams, stopping them, she rationalized to herself, before glancing over at Crookshanks.

"Oh, don't look at me like that," she murmured to the cat, who looked faintly smug, before abandoning her bed and heading across the hall, lingering in Snape's doorway. Hermione battled again with herself, lost, and then moved the rest of the way into the room, heading for her side the side opposite to the one he normally uses, and hesitating one final time before climbing in, sighing in relief as she found it slightly warm and .. Familiar.

"The dreams. Can you control them? Who taught you how? Will it make the stop?" Curiousity got the better of her, breaking a somewhat awkward silence to pepper him with more questions about the technique they'd been talking about -- no doubt as he intended.