Harry awoke the next morning to the sound of rain drumming against the window. He suspected that it was this which had awoken him. Because the sky was overcast it was not immediately obvious what time it was. As he glanced at the clock he read that it was just gone half past eight. There was a cough beside him, and it was only now that She realised why he had awoken. Remus was perched on the edge of the bed.

"Hey Harry. You should get up now. You don't want to be late for Cho's do you?" There was a moment's pause as Harry mind, still slow from having just woken up, churned over this information.

"Oh yeah." He said as his mind suddenly spring into action. He was meant to be going round Cho's today. He sat up and put on his glasses which were on his bedside cabinet.

"Well they will be here around ten so you still have a bit of time to get ready." Remus informed. "Breakfast will be ready in half an hour if you want."

As Harry showered he wondered what they would do for the day. He hadn't given it any great consideration yesterday, but a whole day was a long time. He had only ever spent a couple of hours with just Cho in one go. Once was yesterday and the other was the date they had. One of the times she has ended up crying and the other time Death Eaters showed up. He didn't have a very good track record. Perhaps today he would get mauled by a bear.

Harry only realised how distracted he was when he began washing his hair for a third time, and then looked down and noticed he was still wearing his socks in the shower. With a towel wrapped round his waist he exited the bathroom and made his way towards his bedroom to get dressed. At this moment a bedroom door to one side opened and out stepped Ginny. She had apparently just woken up as she was brushing her messy red hair out of her eyes with her hand.

"Hi" said Harry as he became very aware he didn't have anything on other than a towel around his waist. He wasn't used to girls being in the area when he showered. Ginny looked up in surprise to see Harry standing there. She let out a short squeak of shock as she stood dumfounded. Harry checked that his towel was securely fastened: It was. No cause for alarm. He heard some footsteps running up the stairs and Tonks appeared a moment later to see what the commotion was.

"Someone screamed?" She asked as she looked at Ginny, then to Harry, then back at Ginny. She nodded as a look of understanding spread across her face. "Ooooh the old accidentally dropping your towel trick. Oldest one in the book," she said with a wink to Harry, as she completely misunderstood the situation. He quickly scampered into his room, feeling far more naked than he had any right to feel.

Once he had calmed down and pulled on a pair of faded jeans that over time had lost their denim like quality and a plain black T-shirt. He made his way downstairs to the breakfast table where Tonks, Mrs Weasley and Ginny were sat. Ginny blushed as Harry sat down opposite her. He decided he wasn't going to be able to face Tonks for the rest of the summer unless she understood that whatever it looked like, he hadn't done anything. "About outside the bathroom…." He began, before Tonks cut him off mid sentence.

"That's all right. You don't need to explain. Boys used to do that all the time when I was younger." She said knowingly. Harry considered the meaning of this, before he realised that to try and correct her would most likely be futile.

He ate some Marmite on toast and had some fruit juice for breakfast. He then got up and went to brush his teeth and make sure that he looked as presentable as he could. Once this was done he had little to do but wait for Mr. Chang to arrive. As Harry sat in the living room reading the daily prophet sports section Tonks joined him.

"Harry you know we are going to have to be guarding you today while you're out?" He hadn't really considered it but he supposed following what was said at the Order meeting yesterday this should have been obvious.

He thought about what Cho would say when he turned up with an assortment of strange Aurors.

"That might be a bit weird you know. Will you be really obvious?"

"No, don't worry you wont see any of us. We will be as silent as a fish. Remember I am an Auror, I can be pretty much invisible when I want to be." Harry considered that despite the impression she gave off, she had completed Auror training, so knew a reasonable amount about being undercover. He sat thinking about this. It was for his own safety, and as long as they weren't actually walking round with Harry then he supposed it would be ok.

The rain was still coming down heavily. It was relaxing to listen to it hitting the glass doors that led out to the back garden. "This must be to make up for the great sun we had the last two days." He thought to himself. Glancing at his watch he could see that it was almost time, so he picked up his jacket and pocketed his wand. Harry thought that there was a good chance of them going out to some shops, (That's what people did on dates?). Therefore Harry made sure that he had £50 in muggle cash that he had from trading in ten galleons at Gringott's last time he went there. He also pocketed 10 galleons just in case they did go somewhere interesting. He didn't know if Cho knew how to do side along apparition, but he didn't want to take chances by turning up with empty pockets.

"Now Harry," Remus explained. "You will have to walk out to the car because William won't be able to see the house when he does turn up. It was a lot of work getting people in here for your Birthday, so if you don't mind you can just meet him on the street." Harry nodded in agreement.

"Quick he is here." Tonks said as she ran in to the room. "Get out into the rain." She said as she started pushing Harry in the back, urging him towards the door.

Harry drew his jacket around him as he found himself in the rain. He spotted Mr Chang in a silvery grey estate car; who was staring down at a piece of parchment he had with the address written on. He was wearing a mildly confused expression. Harry ran down to the car and tapped lightly on the window, causing William to jump out of his skin.

"Harry! I didn't see you there." He said as he opened the passenger side door.

Harry climbed in, and tried not to drip water all over the car.

"That's alright, I saw you parked outside and I didn't want you to get wet by coming out, so I walked over." He lied.

"Well that's very considerate of you." William said genuinely "I was just looking; I couldn't quite see number twelve." He confessed as he looked up to the row of houses, where all he could see was number eleven and thirteen beside each other.

"This is a very nice neighbourhood." He continued as he turned the car around. "Remus and Tonks must be doing quite well for themselves." And though he didn't say it, he was surprised, for the fact Remus exuded a threadbare appearance led most to believe he was fairing only marginally better financially than the Weasley's.

The inside of the car seemed of usual size and the engine didn't sound like it was about to explode. For all purposes it could have been a normal muggle car, that the Dursley's might own except for the way the rain didn't actually hit the front window, but rather seemed to change its mind and head in a different direction once it was a few inches away. Harry looked over his shoulder expecting to see Cho sitting in one of the back seats. She wasn't. Harry's heart raced and he suddenly felt that the car had gotten a lot smaller. It was just him and Mr. Chang sitting there.

After they had been driving for a few minutes with neither one of them speaking, William gave Harry a choice.

"Would you like to make small talk, or would you prefer to talk about proper things?"

"Er, proper things?" Harry suggested. Anyone who announced that they would be commencing small talk was a little to one side of normal.

"Very well then, what are your intentions concerning my daughter." Harry's face twitched as he died a little bit right there. The rest of the journey, we shall not be recounting, for it was so decidedly uncomfortable, that even to read about it would be unpleasant.

However, we may resume as the car pulled up into the drive about forty minutes later and in Harry's opinion about forty minutes too long. Thankfully William didn't seem to threatening, though Harry didn't care to speculate on his proficiency with a wand. It was quite a large house, smaller than Grimmauld Place, but benefiting from a quieter neighbourhood and a pleasant front garden, which looked particularly well kept.

This house itself looked very modern from the outside. It was a nice red brick colour and very clean looking. as if it had not actually been built that long ago. Harry and William (as Mr. Chang had insisted upon being called) walked in. He found himself in a very large hall which unsurprisingly had a sort of minimalist aura. It reminded Harry of a hospital in a way. William led him towards the living room. As they passed the kitchen, they paused.

"What are you doing Cho? You are supposed to be ready." He scolded. Cho was sitting on a chair with her feet pulled up. She was eating some toast, and her hair looked messier than Harry had seen it before.

She jumped at the sound of her father's voice, before she noted Harry standing there, looked down at her watch and then quickly ran past them up the stairs with the toast hanging out of her mouth. "Honestly," William exclaimed. "She would forget which day of the week it is if it was left to her." Harry didn't remark that he didn't actually have a clue what day it was. He knew it wasn't a weekend.

I will have to be going off to work in twenty minutes, so you two will have most of the day to do what you want. It's a pity about the weather; otherwise you could have gone into town. There is a lot to do there you know." Harry nodded. They stood in silence for a minute before Cho returned, looking embarrassed. She had finished her toast, and looked to have sorted her hair. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a long sleeved white top with the sleeves rolled up. She had her hands in her back pockets, and was staring daggers at her father. The look was easy to interpret. "What are you doing? Are you trying to talk to my friends? Go away your embarrassing!" Harry pretended not to see this. William picked up on his daughter's unsubtle stares.

"Oh yes I need to go and get ready for work!" And with that he walked off.

"Sorry Harry, I lost track of the time," Cho said, as she began to give Harry a tour of the house, which he had to admit was very nice. Then they sat down and watched TV for fifteen minutes, before William announced that he was leaving. Cho's mother had already left earlier, and wasn't expected back till early evening. When the door closed Cho jumped up from the chair and turned the TV off. "Great now we can start doing fun things!" She exclaimed.

"Fun things? What fun things?" Harry thought as his heart started racing. Questions flooded his mind as he sat there.

"What sort of fun things? He asked casually.

"Well we can go into town and do stuff. It is a lot more fun when you have a friend to go with you." He wasn't sure about this.

"Um it's raining isn't it?" Cho looked at him curiously.

"So what if it's raining? You're not going to get very wet, and if you did it wouldn't be the end of the world. Rain can be fun you know." Cho walked out of the room. Harry happened to turn round and see the face of Tonks outside in the rain. She must have been charmed like the car because the water seemed to be avoiding her. She was waving her hand at Harry and mouthing "Go on."

Harry sighed as he turned back to the empty room. It was going to be a difficult day. The only saving grace was that Snape wasn't one of the ones protecting Harry. Cho ran back in and grabbed Harry's hand.

"Come on," She said as she led him out of the living room. She led him over to the kitchen and started rummaging in what appeared to be her mother's handbag, before pulling out an envelope with her name on the front. It contained some money and had a note that Harry didn't read.

She threw on a waterproof and they left the house. Harry was dry enough, except his jacket didn't have a hood, so his hair got very wet. They made there way down the streets that were deserted of all pedestrians except those who were far too enthusiastic to walk somewhere. They got to the town centre about fifteen minutes later. They were both a little wet, but it was still the summer, so they weren't cold. He supposed with the right point of view Cho was correct that rain could be fun.

The town was quite a likely place. Far more so than Little Winging: which consisted of a post office and little else. Here however, there was enough to keep them entertained. There was a small Cinema with an old bowling alley, a few streets of shops, four or five places to eat, and a library.

"Do you want to go bowling?" Cho asked as she looked up at him. Harry had never been bowling before but had a good understanding of what was involved. He had once heard Uncle Vernon describe it as the sport of a real man. It turned out he said this because it involved virtually no physical movement other than swinging ones arm every two minutes or so.

However, it turned out to be quite difficult. Harry rolled twenty times and only six of them weren't gutter balls. He was still pleased that despite this he managed to score forty-eight points. Cho tried to cheer him up by blaming it on the lane itself.

"Don't worry I think its probably just the lane is a bit wonky." She said, glossing over the fact she didn't seem to be experiencing any difficulties.

On the second game they decided to have the barriers up blocking off the gutter. This made it more fun for Harry and the game was pretty close, since whilst Cho could throw in a straight line, Harry wasn't hindered by his inability to do so. He lost the second game as well, but consoled himself with the fact he was a better Quidditch player. He noted during the course of their two games, that a few lanes down Kingsley was attempting to understand bowling, and failing amazingly. Ultimately he ran down the lane and started kicking over the pins.

"What shall we do now?" Harry asked? "We could do a bit of shopping, I think I saw a book store?"

"Yeah ok," Said Cho as they made their way out of the bowling alley. The rain had let up a bit and was now only a light drizzle. It was relaxing to walk in the damp summer air, absorbing the relative quietness of the street compared to the bowling alley. It seemed that people constantly knocking over wooden pins didn't make enough noise, and so the management had saw fit to install computer screens which blared out words of encouragement and congratulations during the game. It came together to form a mildly unpleasant cacophony.

They stood in the dvd section looking at the various fantasy movies, and debating which one was the most realistic, and in which ones the magic simply made no sense.

"This one has Merlin in it." She said as she help up a box set.

"It's just a shame they all made a mistake of thinking Merlin was a man." Harry said with a smile. "Now this one, not only does it have broomsticks, it also has goblins." After they had tired of making fun of the muggles ideas, they headed for some lunch.

"Let's go and get something to eat." Said Cho. Harry saw a fast food restaurant just across the street, but it seemed Cho hadn't noticed this, whether it be accidental or on purpose. Instead they continued walking until the reached what Harry thought was the end of the high street.

"There is a nice Japanese restraint just up here." Said cho as she pointed to just a short way further up.

The building was one nice in appearance, with full length windows making up one side of the shop. It seemed quite quiet inside, but Harry supposed this was due to it being a weekday lunch time, and that the restraint itself wasn't in a great location. Unfortunately as Harry was shown to his seat the experience turned worse.

It was one of those restaurants. The ridiculously upmarket ones that make you feel inadequate for your lack of fine table manners. The first clue was that the waitress proceeded to lay the napkins across their laps, rather than permitting them to do it themselves. The second clue was that a very intimate couple were the only other patrons of the restraint, and they were partially obscured by one of those huge fishtanks built in to a wall. Harry had seen them on tv, but never in real life.

Further to this there were also small subtle clues, like the fact he wouldn't be offered cutlery, and there appeared to be an individual behind the bar, whose only job was to stand polishing glassware, whilst staring at Harry, so that he could be over to offer help before Harry could so much as fart. Also the prices were extortionate.

"Cho!" Harry mouthed urgently. Despite the fact she was sitting opposite him the restaurant was so devoid of any noise besides the quiet background music, that everyone in the restaurant would be able to hear him. It wasn't just intimate in here; it was so upmarket he found himself being intimate with everyone else in the building aswell.

"Yes Harry?" She replied at a normal volume, which to him seemed like shouting.

"I don't know how to use chopsticks!" He hissed.

"Oh, well don't worry, I'm sure you can learn, just hold them like this, and give it a wiggle." She explained as she proceeded to show him her fingers were contortionists, and could do things he didn't know fingers could do,

He did eventually manage to move some food from his plate to his mouth, but it took such effort that his hands were shaking, and he was breaking out into a sweat with the intensity of the concentration.

"May I perhaps 'elp you with the offer of some cutlery." Said a distinctly French accent. Harry looked up to see a waiter had appeared to his side, holding some very shiny looking cutlery. However, this waiter bore a resemblance to Remus that was worthy of note, though he did have the addition of a thin waxed moustache. Furthermore, He was a Frenchman, in a Japanese restraint full of Asian staff, many of whom now bore mildly confused expressions, as they wondered how they could have possibly forgotten their colleague Christophe, who had worked here since the restaurant opened.

"Thank you, sir…" Harry said as he reached out and took the cutlery." Cho was staring at the waiter as well.

"Have I met you before?" she asked with a vague smile, as she searched her memory. "You look very familiar."

"Ah, but that is impossible, I arrived only 'zis very morning on the boat from Calais. Before 'zis day I have never set foot in…England!" With that he turned on his heel, and stormed away in a way Harry had to confess was certainly similar to that of an arrogant Frenchman.

During lunch they debated the various films which were out, that they may wish to view. Cho had torn out a section from the local paper, detailing the films and times, and so it was in this manner, that after lunch they set off in this direction. Harry had failed to convince Cho of the benefits of a film about space cowboys, and as a result ended up sitting through a particularly long, particularly boring film about a boat sinking. Harry had little to distract himself during the three hour tedium that ensued, other than looking at the back of the heads of various audience members, and speculating as to what sort of person they may be.

Whilst he couldn't say with certainty it seemed Christophe the Frenchman had tired of life at the Japanese restaurant and had decided to embark on a life of being an usher at a cinema. It also seemed he had grown an afro in the last thirty minutes, and developed a Texan accept. Besides the usher and the terrible movie, the one thing that did occupy his mind was that a cinema was perhaps an intimate setting, which may be used to his advantage.

He was familiar with the clichés of reaching for the popcorn and brushing hands, or having a yawn and a stretch as he put his arm around her. They had to be based on some truth though didn't they? Much to Harry's annoyance by the time he was finally able to summon the courage to do either of these the film had ended. He scolded himself for letting down the Gryffindor name, and vowed he would put in an application to be transferred to Hufflepuff at the soonest opportunity.

As they walked back in silence, the rain seemed to have picked up again, and was now as heavy as it was this morning. After walking in silence for what may have been five minutes, Cho turned to Harry.

"Harry, we need to talk." She said seriously.

"Yeah I know it is really awkward just walking back in silence." He replied, relieved that the silence was broken.

"No I mean specifically about us. There is an us isn't there? I haven't just imagined it have I?" She asked as a shade of crimson graced her cheeks." Harry, now understanding what Cho meant, became equally awkward in her presence.

"Well I would like there to be an us." He replied earnestly. "I mean I think you're pretty great, though you don't have a very good choice of films." Cho relaxed and offered a gentle smile, now that the threat of rejection had passed.

"Well I like you too Harry. What does that make us now then?"

"More than friends." Harry said, suddenly embaressed to put a name to it. "I suppose some might say you are my girlfriend, if that's alright with you?"

"Yeah I think I can manage with that!" Cho said as she turned her attention back to the walk ahead. She let her arm swing down beside her, brushing against Harry's. Her fingers interwove with his.

"Thank you." He said as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

"You don't need to thank me for holding your hand. I wanted to."

"I wasn't thanking you for that, I mean it's great, but thanks for making this easy for me. I haven't really got much practice at understanding girls. Especially when it comes to emotions and things…"

"I had noticed." She interjected.

"What I mean to say, is thanks for making it clearer for me. And I'm sorry if I make mistakes, I don't know exactly what I'm meant to be."

"You are meant to be yourself."

"Yes, but I mean if I do things at the wrong speed, or I miss something, let me know. Maybe for now we can just take it slow whilst I get used to things."

"I think that's a good idea. I would be glad to take it slow." Harry didn't come across as the most complex person, or at least not to those who didn't know him very well. Cho was happy that it seemed she understood him. Even if she was wrong.

As they neared the house the weather once again took a turn for the worse, and this time the heavens opened and the intensity of the rain seemed to double. It wasn't long before Harry's jacket was soaked through. He held her hand tighter and pulled her forward as they ran the last part of the journey back to Cho's home. As they stood on the doorstep fumbling with the keys which were wet in her hand she gave a laugh.

"We are absolutely soaked! I don't think we could get much wetter if we just stood in the rain for the next hour"

One she got the door open they stepped inside catching their breath. Harry removed his coat and looked round for a suitable place to hang it that wouldn't make everything else wet. Cho took it from him and hung it on one of the empty coat pegs, where it proceeded to create a puddle on the floor.

"We have some towels upstairs. Let's get dry. She led him upstairs, and rummaged in the cupboard for a moment before pulling out a blue towel. Harry gave his hair a quick rub and dried his face and arms, but couldn't do much more than this at present. The towel was coarse, as though it had been starched.

"Hmm, I'm not sure what to do about your clothes." She said as she gave him a shrewd look. "I'm not sure that any of my father's things would actually fit you, since you are a bit taller and broader shouldered than him. "I guess you could just wear a large towel for a while, if that wouldn't make you too uncomfortable." Harry debated this with himself. Whilst it wasn't an ideal situation, he didn't fancy wearing a wet t shift for the next hour. At the moment he could probably wring water from it if he tried. "Actually I might have something. My aunt gave me a sweater once, but it was huge. Normally I only wear it for lounging round the house. It's possible that might work." She suggested as she led him in to her room.

When she had given him a tour earlier, he hadn't seen in her bedroom, but it was exactly what he had expected. A large bookcase lined one wall, which revealed her to be the studious Ravenclaw girl she was. A small rug sat upon the pale carpet, just behind her desk, and at the foot of her bed.

"Let's see, it should be in here." Cho mused to herself as she rummaged in a wardrobe, which was to the left of the door. "Here it is." She held out a jumped for Harry, which whilst big for Cho, was possibly still a bit small. "Try it on."

Harry wondered if he should excuse himself to get changed, but decided that this probably wasn't necessary. After all Cho had seen him with just swim shorts before, and he would be no less clothed than he was then. Harry pulled the wet t-shirt over his head, and handed it to Cho, before trying on the jumper. As he had suspected it seemed to come up too small. He had managed to get it over his head, but his arms were stuck up, and he couldn't lower them since the jumper was too tight around the back.

"I don't think this is working." He concluded.

"Wow I really thought it would fit. It swamps me." Cho said in surprise.

"Well you are only small. Help me take it back off."

Cho grabbed the jumper round the collar and managed to remove it, freeing Harry. It was then that they both found themselves in a closer proximity than they were expecting.

"Any more ideas?" He asked as he stood straight in front of her. They were only a few inches apart, and so she had to look up in order to meet his gaze. A drop of water fell from his hair, which was still quite wet, as was his chest.

"You could stay as you are." Cho said as she turned a deep crimson, unable to hold his gaze. Harry gave her a questioning look, though he had an idea of what she meant.

"Ok." He said as she took his hand and led him toward the bed. Harry hoped that she wouldn't notice his hand was shaking slightly because of his nerves. "Maybe the bed sheets will keep you warm?" She lied. Whilst they both knew that they weren't talking about keeping warm, or finding him something to wear, they were both to shy to drop this masquerade. She gently pushed him down onto the bed, before climbing in after him. It was only a single bed, so there wasn't much room. Cho pulled the bed sheets up over their head, which made things seem much more private than before, even though they were the only two in the house.

As the afternoon sun came through the window, and leaked through the cotton bed sheets it felt like they were contained in a bubble, cut off from the world around them, just Harry and Cho; a boy and a girl. He let his nerves calm, and though he had no intention to rush things, being so close to her was tantalising. He wanted more, even if he was scared of it at the same time.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked. She could feel his breath against her as he said these words. They were only inches apart, and whilst it was this distance that separated them, she could still feel his warmth beside her.

"Yes please. You don't need to ask though. I will never say no."

He reached his arm around her, pulling her closer and closing the distance. A thrill of pleasure passed through her as he removed the sitance, his body pressed against hers. This in itself might be intoxicating, but then there was the kiss to consider. He was hesitant, he had asked if he could, but bringing himself to was another matter. Cho didn't notice this though, since she was equally nervous. Eventually he did summon the courage, ands his lips brushed against hers.

Harry found his mind awash with questions he hadn't considered a moment before. What was he supposed to do with his arms? He currently had one rested against her lower back, and the other he was resting his head on. Should he run his hand through her hair? Should he caress her cheek? Was he supposed to lean forward in to the kiss? Should he be moving his mouth more? He suddenly felt like he was very stationary, and cursed himself for not having given this greater thought before hand.

Despite all this though, it was still pretty fantastic, as far as he could tell from his limited experience. As he tried not to think so much, he concentrated on immersing himself in his senses, the softness of her body, the gentle way her hand caressed the back of his neck, the taste of her lips upon his, unidentifiable, and yet seemingly imperative to his life. As they came apart their foreheads rested together and they both smiled, young lovers intoxicated.

"We are making the bed wet." Harry noted, as he remembered his jeans which were still soaked.

"What are you suggesting?" Cho asked as in surprised. She hadn't believed he could be so forward.

"No, I don't mean like that, I want to take things slowly. I just mean I don't want to make all of your bed sheets wet."

"Well we can sort that out then." She replied with a grin and a mild relief. She lifted the bed sheet off of her head so she could briefly see, before picking up her wand from the nightstand, and going back under the covers. She gave her wand a wave, and cast the hot air charm, which set about drying their jeans.

"Why didn't we just do that to start with?" He enquired as a heat engulfed his legs. "Did you forget about the spell?"

"Maybe, or maybe I might have just wanted you to take your top off." She confessed as she bit her bottom lip.

She lay the wand down amongst the bedsheets, before doing something which surprised Harry, and possibly herself. She pulled her top over her head, and pushed it to one side. Apart from the white bra they were both now naked from the waist up.

"Um, I think we might be going too fast." He suggested. He had been hoping for a kiss and it looked like he was getting more than that.

"Don't worry, I wasn't planning on doing anything more. My underwear is definitely staying on, and there is no need for your hands to go wondering. I just wanted to be able to enjoy the feeling of your skin against me, is that alright?"

"I think that's great." He said as he held her close, and she relaxed against his chest, each warm in the others arms comforted when they needed it, and reminded that despite the war going on outside, they were still able to find pleasure in the company of another, that they were not alone.

Half an hour later after lying in embrace, they sat up in bed, deciding that they should probably get dressed. Cho's mother was due home soon, and Harry found the thought of being caught in a state of semi nakedness to be deeply unsettling.

"I think my mother is home." Cho said with a trace of panic in her voice.

"How do you know, did you hear anything?" He asked as he followed suite in panicking. He noted her eyes seemed to be locked upon something, and so followed her gaze. On her nightstand was a hot cup of tea.

"That tea wasn't there when we walked in to the room." She explained as she finally turned to look at him. Unfortunately upon realisation of what she was saying he found himself rendered speechless.

They dressed in a hurry, which resulted in Harry putting on his t shirt back to front. Cho finished drying their tops, before they gingerly made their way downstairs. As had been predicted Mrs Chang was now home, and was presently stationed in the living room, reviewing the newspaper.

"Hello darling, hello Harry. Did you two have a nice day?" She asked as she put the paper down.

"It was good." Cho said as she proceeded to list all of their activities outside of the house in much detail. Harry stood unspeaking and uncomfortable. As Cho finished reviewing the day she lapsed in to silence for a moment before adding, "Thanks for the tea."

"That's alright. I'm sorry I didn't offer you one Harry, but I wasn't sure if you wanted sugar, and I didn't want to interrupt." She said tactfully. Harry blushed and in the process several new shades of red previously unknown to man were discovered.

"I didn't think you would be home till later?" Cho asked, as she tried to keep the question from being an accusation.

"No, I'm always back at this time, I think maybe you just lost track of time." More silence followed this as Cho and Harry both stood in equal discomfort, before Cho had the sense to excuse them from the room.

"We will be in the kitchen."

The rest of the evening passed with little cause for remark. They ate an unspectacular meal, and made typical small talk. Just as the meal was ending there was a knock at the door. "None too soon" Harry thought to himself. This is not to say he didn't enjoy his day, for he did very much, but rather that a meal with your new girlfriends parents was an event he would seldom wish to repeat. At least in a battle with Voldemort he knew what to do: run of fight. Here he was clueless.

William excused himself to answer the door. A few moments later he reappeared, this time with the addition of Remus.

"Good evening Remus." Said Mrs Chang as she rose from her seat to greet him. He nodded and replied

"Good evening. So are you just about ready Harry?" He was ready but he wasn't sure that they thought he was ready. He didn't want to seem too eager to flee.

"Yes I believe Harry is ready." Said William, answering his question. "Thank you for coming round today Harry. I know Cho would have only complained she was bored otherwise"

"Not at all, Thank you for having Harry around today." said Remus with gratitude.

"Hang on, I will show Harry to the door." Cho said as she jumped from her seat. She, Harry and Remus walked to the front door, where they stopped.

"Can you give us a minute Remus?" Harry asked hopefully.

"Sure thing, but don't get carried away, I'm going to be over by the car watching." Once they were alone again Harry was free to speak freely.

"I had a really good time today." He said as he tried not to stare at her mouth, and think of kissing her again.

"I did too, I'm glad I got to spend some time with you. Hopefully I will get to see you more this summer, but my dad is really trying to make me get down to studying since it's my N.E.W.T year. You will still write to me though wont you?"

"Of course I will." He lingered, unsure if he was meant to make some sort of confession of his feelings. He decided against this, since it was all too early, and he wanted to be sure before he took things further. Instead he gave her a gentle kiss goodnight, and they parted."

"Well your day seems to have been productive." Remus praised.

"It was good thanks."

"You like her?"

"I think I do. I will see where it goes, but I think it's somewhere good."

"Well Harry, I'm pleased for you.

"Thanks, though I must say one thing Remus, before I forget."

"Oh what would that be?"

"You really suck at being in disguise. I mean I didn't mind that you were following me, I knew that would be in the case, but in the restaurant and the cinema, you weren't very subtle. I think Cho almost realised it was you." There was a few seconds as Remus digested this.

"Well Harry, I can honestly say I don't know what you are talking about. I have been at home all day. Tonks and Kingsley are the ones who have been keeping an eye on you."

Harry was left thoroughly confused by this, and it caused him to ponder for much of the journey home. If it wasn't Remus then maybe there really was a French waiter named Christophe?