You and Tom had entered the 3 broomsticks. You guys got some butterbeer and were just talking about an upcoming exam that Slughorn had assign.

Tom was just staring at you. At first you thought he was looking behind you but he was staring dead in your eye.

"Stop looking at me, Tom. Staring is rude."
"Number one, you cute and you mine. Number two, I can look at you all I want. And number three, you have butterbeer on you face." He says.

He reaches over the table, and wipes to extra butterbeer off your face. Than he licks it off his finger and kisses you on the cheek.

"I love you"
"I love you too"