She secured her arms firmly around Tom’s torso, internally celebrating the fact that, aside from some minor squirming, he made no move whatsoever to shove her away. His hands hovered unsurely in the air before hesitantly resting on her upper back, patting lightly. Their little moment, however, was interrupted by Libby popping in unexpectedly. Tom hurriedly pulled away and glared at the house-elf, a feat which would have been much more intimidating if his cheeks weren’t tinted red.