Never before did Harry think she was more beautiful. Sweaty, red-faced and a look of powerful determination as she worked on her technique. Cho, however, wasn’t as focused as Harry thought, because the moment he entered the large room she stopped and looked at him. Neither one of them moved, as if afraid that one might run away if the other so much as flinched. What could Harry do? He didn’t want to scare her; she still hadn’t moved. He couldn’t even read her face, and he thought he’d gotten pretty good at it since they’d been together.