"Tris, Cho and I held hands!" Early Monday morning, while Tris was warming up for his morning run, a beaming Harry rushed over and forced a hefty dose of romantic bragging down his throat.
Oblivious to Tris's shocked, incredulous expression, Harry launched straight into his chatter. "Yesterday, I did what you said and went to ask Cho about Transfiguration. She explained it to me right away.
"Cho explained it so well, and in such detail. I feel like I understand Transfiguration much better now. She also praised me for learning quickly and getting the hang of it. Then, just like you said, I invited her to Hogsmeade. She agreed.
"In the morning, we went to Honeydukes and the Three Broomsticks, and I treated her to lunch. In the afternoon, we went to Zonko's and had a look at the Shrieking Shack. It really did look haunted.
"After that, I suggested Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, and she agreed. Then she offered to buy me tea. I couldn't help myself-I didn't listen to you, and I held her hand for a bit. She didn't object. Then, on the way back to school, I held it again, and she still didn't object."
Harry looked excited enough to jump for joy, while Tris looked as though he had swallowed a fly.
Even the happiness of gaining a new understanding of magic the previous night had faded.
What the hell was this?
Were the Boy Who Lived and his protagonist halo really that powerful? Holding hands on the first date? Would he have his arm around her waist next time? And kiss her the time after that?
What else were you planning to do?
Harry, you're only thirteen! And this book isn't rated eighteen-plus!
"Tris, what should I do next? Does the book say what