A/N: Ok, hope you liked the last chapter. I know it had some errors in there…sorry! I didn't see them until I already had it posted.

"Ginny, your grip is terrible," Harry said grinning as Ginny tried to hold the putter. "You want to hold it more like this," he said fixing her hands, "Go on now, hit it."

Ginny jerked the putter back over her shoulder. Harry watched as the putter flew out of her hands and into the lake. He tried to suppress a large grin, but it was hopeless. He summoned back the putter and had Ginny try again. She swung unnecessarily hard, and the result was the ball ricocheting off the tree and hitting Harry.

"Ouch!" Harry said rubbing his wrist.

"I'm really sorry Harry, I didn't mean too," Ginny said grinning embarrassedly.

"It's ok, I'm going to help you," Harry said. He leaned over Ginny and put his hands over hers on the putter, aware of how close they were. Slowly, he swung the putter back and hit the ball gently, his hands and body guiding Ginny's.

"Hole in one!" She said turning to Harry. She realized how close his face was to hers, and that his arms were still around her. She raised her head up to kiss him.

However much Harry was enjoying himself, and the burning desire to keep a hold of Ginny was almost overpowering him, he knew what he had to do. He gently pushed Ginny away from him.

"Harry-" Ginny said softly, touching his face.

"It's wrong," Harry said taking her hand away from him, "I can't do this to you, you deserve to be happy."

"I could be happy with you Harry," Ginny said pleadingly.

"I might not always be there for you Ginny. I have to duel Lord Voldermort and the odds of me winning aren't the greatest. You'd be alone forever," Harry said shakily.

"I can make this choice for myself," Ginny protested, "Besides you've beat Voldermort lots of times. You can do it again, I know you can."

"I won't let this happen between us," Harry said stubbornly.

"No one's seen Voldermort for six months Harry. Maybe he's gone," Ginny tried to reason, but Harry just shook his head.

"Go and be with Terry," Harry was pleading her now, "Just be happy with him. Can we still be friends?"

"Alright," Ginny said, "We'll always be friends, no matter what."

"You're not mad?" Harry asked confused.

"Mad about something that never even started? I can't be, you didn't do anything," Ginny explained, "I won't even think that you like me in that way, because you never said you did. I'll still be with Terry when we go back to the common room, and you'll still be alone if that's what you want."

"Yeah, ok," Harry said forcing a grin. Ginny turned and went back up to the castle, Harry watched her retreating back wondering if she would tell Ron.

Harry sat down under the oak tree. He knew he had to let her go, but that didn't make him feel any better. Suddenly he wished Sirius was still alive, with Sirius around, things always looked better. It seemed like the millionth time he'd wished that Sirius was alive in the past two years.

"You said you'd always be there for me," Harry yelled into the surrounding darkness, "But you're not, and it's because of me," he could feel tears starting to creep down his face, "It's my fault, it my fault."

Harry knew what Sirius would say to him, "Harry it's not you fault, the important thing is that your alive. I'm truly happy again, I'm with James, and I'm free," Harry heard Sirius' laugh that sounded like a bark, "I'm finally free."

That would be what Sirius would say. Freedom meant the world to him after being imprisoned for 14 years for a crime he didn't commit, but he felt guilty for. Harry felt guilty for wishing that Sirius was still alive, and he wasn't free.

He wished Sirius could just one time see that people knew he was innocent. That he was welcomed back into the world of freedom with open arms and apologies. But Fudge was still saying that they had a good reason to be suspicious since Sirius was a definitely a shady person, And after everything they'd been wrong about, the ministry still thought he had worked for Voldermort.

Ron was waiting for Harry by the fire, when he returned to the common room. He didn't know if Ron knew what had happened between Harry and Ginny or not. Ron didn't say anything, but instead challenged Harry to a game of chess. They played late into the night, reliving their years at Hogwarts.

Two days later, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were eating breakfast together happily, at least for awhile. The mail arrived with it's usual clatter. People kept hooting and hollering to the Griffindor table, they soon found out why.

"Hermione, you in the paper!" Harry said, reading over the Daily Prophet.

"Whatever for?" She asked confused as she opened her own paper.

"Page eight," Harry said intently reading the story.

"How did they get that?" she asked blushing, "Oh now really, no one wants to read about this, HARRY STOP READING ABOUT ME IN THE PAPER!"

Harry looked up confused, "Sorry," he mumbled, but he continued reading the article while Ron looked over his shoulder.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Ron said loudly, spitting juice everywhere.

"I would think it was quite obvious," Hermione said, going even redder as she wiped the juice off her face.

"YOU'RE PRACTICALLY," Ron lowered his voice aware that people were looking at them, "You're practically laying on him, you ought to be a bit more careful-"

"Oh now really, Ron! It's not anything like that!" Hermione protested, Harry thought if she were any redder, she might blend in with his quidditch robes.

"I know about you and him, always visiting each other, and now, laying on each other in broad daylight! You ought to be glad you're parents won't see this," Ron said goggling at the picture.

Harry didn't think Ron was being entirely fair. The article was entitled, Krum's Small Snag, a photo of Hermione and Krum kissing, and a paragraph accompanied it. As far as Harry could tell, Ron was overreacting, Hermione and Krum were sitting together on a bench, evidently watching the sunset. Other than a small kiss nothing else was wrong, or inappropriate.

Meanwhile the argument went on, "They don't have a picture of you and Lavender Brown kissing all over the papers do they? NO, only because Victor's famous do we get this kind of attention," Hermione was telling Ron.

"When did you see me kissing Lavender?" Ron demanded.

"I was looking for you to see if you wanted to have tea with Hagrid and there you two are, in plain sight of everyone," Hermione said in one breath.

"We were in the forest Hermione, you were spying on me!" Ron said indignantly, "Besides I broke it off with her ages ago."

"I wasn't spying!" Hermione shrieked.

"Guys! Just calm down," Harry said tiredly.

They both looked at Harry and didn't say anything. Harry had a feeling they only were going to stop arguing because he wanted them to, and they wanted to make him happy. Like he wasn't going to be around to be happy with them much longer.

"Potions should be interesting," Ron said breaking the silence.

"Yeah," Harry said, "I reckon Snape give us some really hard thing, wish I hadn't taken it," Ron nodded.

"Oh, but we all were really lucky to manage to get in, you're not going to do something in Snape's class again are you Harry?" Hermione asked strictly.

"Hermione, you got good enough O.W.L.S. that you didn't have to drop a subject. Besides, Last week was great, letting loose Fred and George's toad blasters! I'll never forget Snape with toads jumping all over him," Ron said laughing.

Harry still hadn't forgotten his vow to make Snape pay for what he did to involve himself in Sirius' death. Lately he'd been causing trouble in Snape's classes just to let aggravate him.

"Harry, Please! Promise me you'll stop causing trouble in Potions," it was uncanny how much Hermione resembled Professor McGonagall. Harry just grinned.

A/N: Hope you liked it…Please review!