He was so very not surprised to see Wren in the library. That seemed to be where all of his favorite people ended up sooner or later. And, he supposed, without the Quidditch Pitch or Common Rooms, it was as good a place as any to socialize. Of course, they had to be quiet, but it was better than nothing.
He made his way over to Wren, smiling at people when they called out his name but never stopping. She was in a secluded area and he quietly cast a privacy charm as he reached her. It was a good thing he did, he thought happily as his arms went around her.
He returned the kiss, one hand going to the back of her neck and tangling in her hair. "Hi. Now that is what I call a warm welcome," he said, kissing her again. "And no, I haven't got a copy of that book. Why?"