Then Tom cracks a sly grin at him, his eyes crinkling in amusement. "You’re cute when you get riled up," he grins. With an arm tucked up behind his head, he looks relaxed and at ease, more so than any other time that Harry can remember. It feels so  intimate  in a way that it makes Harry’s chest hurt. "Don’t worry," Tom adds, "the hormone potions that Madame Pomfrey has me on include a contraceptive."