Author's note: Right. Now I'm back again. After a looooong wait! XD Terribly sorry. I know, I know, I'm lousy at updating… *shrugs* You know what to do at the bottom!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ginny and Ron Weasley… Blah, blah, blah… You know the drill! XD

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The common room had grown awfully quiet since last year when the Weasley twins had left the school. Either way the twins would have been gone this year, but if they hadn't left in the middle of the semester last year then maybe they would have taught a few youngsters to take over after them. No doubt there were still a few students who tried their best to copy the twins', but they all failed miserably.

Harry wasn't all that pleased with the quiet atmosphere. It had been nice to have some peace and quiet in the beginning of the year, but now it was too quiet. Before, he could sit and talk to Ron about important things, things only Ron was to hear, over a game of wizards chess without anyone overhearing. Now you could whisper and still be heard across the common room. He wanted to tell Ron about his mixed feelings for Cho, but couldn't. Not even up in their dormitory. Either Dean, Seamus or Neville came barging in when Harry was about to tell Ron. Harry was sick of it.

He excused himself from the common room, dragging himself up to the dormitory. He was glad that Seamus, Dean and Neville had for once decided to stay down. Harry threw himself down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He didn't feel tired at all, but within minutes, he was sleeping.

"It will be alright", a foggy voice said. It sounded strangely familiar. The voice repeated the sentence over and over, slowly fading. Harry opened his eyes, the world a blur. He had obviously taken off his glasses.

It was dark; Harry assumed it had become night. He heard four relaxed breath takings and Ron mumbling 'no' in his sleep. Harry knew it would be impossible to fall asleep now. His thoughts were racing in his mind, thinking about his dream. It had been so real, even though Harry knew it was only a dream. Sirius had appeared in his dream, firstly disguised as the big, black dog. In his dream Harry had been thrilled to see him. The dog transformed itself to his godfather who was beaming at him. Harry was spilled all that was on his heart, all the things Harry had thought about, about the things that had happened around him since Sirius had died. Harry's godfather didn't seem shocked, not even slightly surprised, by all the things Harry told him. When he had told Sirius about Cho's letter and his mixed feelings about this girl, his godfather told him to go with his feelings, to trust his heart, and everything would be all right. Harry didn't really know what to make of his dream. Sirius had told his to go with his feelings. But Harry wasn't clear of his feelings. Not entirely.

When Ron woke up, a few hours after dawn, Harry was still awake, not being able to fall asleep again like he predicted.

"Mornin' mate", Ron said with a yawn. Harry just nodded in return. He wanted to talk to Ron about his dream, but he knew Ron would just snort at it and tell him to ignore dreams like that. And if Harry ware to bring it up with Hermione, she'd only overanalyze and make him feel more confused about than he had been in the first place. By then it was down to one person, Ginny Weasley. But Harry had this nagging feeling in the back of his mind that it might not be the best idea to talk to Ginny about his dream.

Then Harry remembered that he still had Hagrid. He was bound to listen to Harry. And Hagrid wasn't like either Hermione or Ron, he would sincerely try his best to make some sense out of Harry's dream.

Harry couldn't keep himself from smiling stupidly when he seated himself down at the Gryffindor table opposite Hermione and Ginny at breakfast. The two girls looked questioning at Ron who shrugged.

"Don't ask me. He's been like this since I woke up", Ron said, giving Harry a strange look.

Ginny didn't think it was possible. She felt the good mood drain for her. Just a minute ago she was happy, thinking there still was an ounce of hope for herself and Harry. But when he came down to breakfast with that stupidly cute grin on his face, Ginny knew it was never going to happen.

"Damn", she thought, hiding her face behind her mane of red hair. "Why does he have to look so bloody adorable?!"

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Author's note: I know it was a short chapter. But bear with me people! Next chapter up soonish…