Harry eyed Cho over the rim of the cup he was drinking from. He had brought her, rather regretfully, to the burrow to test out the deal they had made earlier. Mrs. Weasley, who had been waiting by the front door with her ready smile and cheerful greeting as always, became stone still at the sight of Cho. Thankfully, she had stayed silent and had allowed them to go inside. Harry couldn't blame her for feeling resentful to Cho, he still was too. But he was desperate to bring Ginny's memory back-that was the main reason why he had accepted Cho's offer of friendship in exchange for help on bringing Ginny's memory back. He was willing to grab any opportunity available. Cho was a Ravenclaw; they would need the knowledge that Ravenclaws are supposed to have. She could be an alternate source of information aside from Hermione. It was always best to have a plan B.

Surprisingly, Cho and Ginny got along well. In fact, Cho was actually the first one Ginny had her real first conversation with-talking with each other for hours. They were nothing alike. Cho was quiet, shy and very emotional. Ginny on the other hand, was outspoken, talkative and had a quick temper once you got her out of her shell. Seeing them hunched together over the album that Harry had found, as they whispered and giggled over the moving pictures, was proof that opposites actually do attract.

"Hey, isn't this Harry?"

Ginny was pointing at the album and Cho's grin had widened, too wide to be a real smile. Harry walked over and leaned in. The picture showed Ginny, Ron and Harry. The Harry in the picture was beaming happily up at them, one of his arms wrapped around Ginny's waist; while Ginny was looking up at him with an unmistakable expression of love. Ron was lurking unhappily at the left side of the photograph, scowling at the happy couple.

"We look so close…weren't we?" Ginny remarked.

Harry nodded. He had brought the album out in hope that once Ginny saw the pictures she would remember. It looked like it wasn't going to be as simple as that.

"That was taken when we went on a trip to the Alps in Switzerland." Harry explained.

"Switzerland? Why did we go there?" Ginny asked.

"It was summer. Too hot here, we had spare money so we had our summer vacation there."

It was also where I proposed to you. Harry thought, but he didn't say it out loud.

"Charming…" Cho said dryly. "I'm going to get some drinks." She walked out of the room. Harry looked after her and shrugged. He realized with a jolt that Ginny was looking up at him. Ginny smiled.

"You're her husband right?"

"No…I mean...yes…I-I-I mean…" Harry stuttered, unsure what to say.

Ginny was still looking warmly up at him.

"You look good together." She said.

Now Harry was really shocked. He stared at her wide eyed.

"What?!" he grabbed her by the shoulders, making her giggle.

"Oh please, Ginny! Take that back!"

"Relax, Harry! I was just kidding!" Ginny said; her smile mischievous. She doubled over and held her sides as she laughed her hardest. Harry smiled weakly at her. At least she had returned to her mischievous self…but what was that rubbish about them looking good together?

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Cho sighed as she filled the cups with pumpkin juice manually. Getting along with Ginny was easy; they would have become really close friends before if they hadn't had the same feelings for Harry. But looking through the pictures of them happy together was harder.

"So Chang, still hanging around are you."

Cho nearly dropped the pitcher in surprise. She turned around to see Dean coming in from the kitchen door.

"Yeah. So what?"

Dean sneered and grabbed one of the cups without asking permission. He gulped the juice down.

"Well," He said as he placed the empty cup back on the table. "I never thought you could be so desperate."

Cho narrowed her eyes at him.

"I'm not." She said coolly.

He leaned into her, intimidating her with his large size. He sneered tauntingly.

"You are." He stated. "It's not a nice sight, you know."

Cho filled the cup again. Avoiding Dean's eyes. It hurt, but what he was telling her was true. She WAS desperate.

"So, what are you trying to say?"

"I could help you."

She looked quickly up at him, he was smiling. But not in the friendly kind of way. He looked mad. Mad Mad.

"I don't need your help." She said, lifting the tray with the drinks in her arms. She turned away from him. It was tempting but she didn't want to cause Harry anymore pain than she already had.

"It looks like you do." Dean called after her.

"I already made a mess enough. I don't want to add anymore to it." Cho replied stiffly. She walked up the stairs leaving Dean standing in the kitchen. She didn't like what Dean was planning. Whatever it was. She should probably warn Harry, but she decided not to. He had plenty to worry about at the moment. Anyway…Dean couldn't be serious. Could he?

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