Harry's face turned warm and he couldn't suppress a smile when he felt her lips touch his cheek. He relaxed a bit, pulling away reluctantly once more. Of course, he should have known for certain she would know some good healing charms, as much time as she spent reading. He nodded and walked toward her sofa, turning back to look at her.
"So you don't remember anything? At all? About being here before?" he asked, unable to hide the hope in his voice. If she remembered just a tiny thing, maybe he could help jog her memory...