Harry smirked, then felt himself blush when Cho reached up and wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him closer. He stiffened, unused to any kind of physical touch that wasn’t Mrs Weasley crushing him with one of her bear hugs. Cho paused as well, looking up at him with questioning eyes. Harry took a deep breath and forced himself to relax. He was doing great so far, and other than that one weird moment before he’d had no strange incidents with his shifting mood or dreams. But still, years of no physical affection from anyone up until he was eleven years old had left Harry wary of it. Tonight however, he’d do his best to get over that.