Just A Little More Love!

Disclaimer: Go back to the first chappie, which should tell you I don't own anything here except Squeaky's character and the two OCs, which aren't mentioned again as of yet. Everything you recognize is totally J. K. Rowling's – who by the way has no heart for killing Sirius and Lupin and Tonks and Fred and Hedwig and Dobby and… you get the point; the list keeps going. Okay, so she may have a heart, but not for those characters and who says Dumbledore's gay? He's totally not. She may have envisioned him as such or is just saying that for more unnecessary publicity – which she doesn't need, since she's got enough of it as is – but he will always still be alive and well… not that it would be a bad thing if he was gay, but nothing in the books (or movies, dare I say it) leads to any kind of hint that he might be.

(A/N) Okliedokes… well, pplz have asked me to continue this story – originally a one-shot – and so here it is… chappie numero dos. So, yeah… I went to see HarryPotterandtheHalfBloodPrince with Squeaky and MP and it was seriously the best of the movies yet. I have read all the books since before the 5th book came out (my all-time favorite one, though the movie left all the funny stuffs out) and then I got into my Harry Potter phase again, so you'll see lots of this stuffs coming cuz I got inspired and I'm drawing up outlines for chappies left and right. So, yes, MP read over my drafts while I wrote this and again this whole story is dedicated to Squeaky cuz she's just way too awesome for words. I hope you enjoy it. Luv ya, Squeaky!

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Genevieve strolled through the halls after her last class, heading towards the library. Thoughts raced through her head as she tried to keep track of what homework she had to do. There was so much work and so little time to do it in. She just hoped she could finish everything in time before…

"Hey, Genevieve," Harry greeted as he appeared by her side, startling her slightly, "Doing anything important?"

She smiled and stuttered out a quick reply. "Uh… no, not really. Well… sort of," she began as they walked, Harry listening tentatively the entire time, "I was heading to the library to get some work done before I –"

"Great," he responded and she looked over at him, "Then I'll come with you."

She took a moment to gather her thoughts, realizing he might be too distracting to her. "You really don't have to," she tried to persuade him.

He looked at her reassuringly. "I want to," he told her with a soft smile.

"Are you sure?" she asked, realizing how persistent the boy could be.

"Of course, I am. Come on, let's go before all the good books are taken," he said in such a way that made her blush.

"Okay, thanks," she replied and they hurried off.

When they got there, the two went up and down the aisles of shelves, gathering endless selections of books to help them with the boatload of homework Professor Snape kept dumping on them. They sat quietly at a table and went straight to work, speaking only to compare their findings or to give opinions on how the work should be done.

"I think he hates me," Harry finally spoke up when they were more than halfway through the assignment.

Genevieve looked at him as she tried to figure out who he was talking about. "Who?" she asked him, noticing he kept looking back at the assignment in frustration, "You mean Snape? I don't think he does. The only reason teachers give us all this work is so we'll be extra prepared for when we actually need to use this stuff."

Harry looked over at her smile and paused as if considering what she was saying. "No, I'm pretty sure he hates me," he repeated, making her laugh slightly.

She picked up her quill again and pointed back at the parchment in front of him. "Well, if he hates you so much, then you should focus on finishing your work before he gets even angrier that you didn't hand all of it in," she instructed, fixing her glasses with her free hang so they wouldn't fall off her nose.

Harry sighed. "You're so strict," he teased her.

"Am not," she argued with a small smile.

"Yes, you are," he retorted, "If you were anymore strict, I'd be afraid you might whack me."

She swatted him playfully on the arm as they laughed at how ridiculous their argument was.

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Meanwhile, Hermione peered out from behind one of the bookcases she and Ron were looking through. "Ron… what does this look like to you?" she quizzed the boy who was standing next to her, leafing through a book out of sheer boredom.

"Well, Hermione," he replied, not bothering to look up from the book in his hand, "It looks like a library to me. Wouldn't you say so?"

Hermione turned to look at him, realizing he wasn't paying attention. She closed the book in his hands, making him look up at her in confusion when she took it away and placed it back on the shelf. "Of course, this is a library, but that's not what I was talking about," she told him before motioning towards Harry and the brunette girl, "Look at them. What does that look like to you?"

Ron glanced over at the table and sighed in confusion. "Okay, it looks like Harry is helping some girl with her work," he said simply, "What's the problem with that? He's allowed to be social without giving us every little detail, you know."

Hermione gave him a look that would send shivers down anyone else's spine. Ron just looked at her expectantly, knowing she had something on her mind. "There's no problem with Harry being more social. In fact, it might be good for him," Hermione responded, trying to keep her voice down so the two across the room wouldn't hear, "And did it occur to you that maybe she was helping him? She is rather smart, you know… as is Harry, but you know how he is in Snape's class."

Ron rolled his eyes as he glanced back at the two, who were busy scrawling on their parchment. "So, why are you so concerned with Harry and this girl?" he quizzed, wondering why it mattered so much, "It's not such a big deal that he's making new friends."

Hermione crossed her arms and leaned against the shelf as she watched the two. "Look at them and tell me that doesn't seem special," she hinted, hoping he would get what she meant.

Ron scrunched up his face as the two started discussing something. "Alright, that doesn't seem special," he admitted, looking back at Hermione, who shook her head.

"You're not looking hard enough. See how they smile and make each other laugh?" she pointed out, not taking her eyes off Harry and the girl.

"So? What are you expecting them to do during their work, Hermione? Be all straight-faced and serious like you?" Ron shrugged before realizing his poor choice of words.

"It helps get things done faster with less distractions and, no, that's not what I meant," Hermione retorted, trying to remain focused and keep the frustration out of her voice, "Usually, when you put together the laughing, the smiling, and the way they seem so comfortable being near each other, you can tell it's more special than justbeingfriends."

Ron looked at her like she was crazy. "Oh, no. There's nothing going on between Harry and that girl," he protested, finally catching on to what Hermione was saying, "So, maybe they're having a fun conversation. That doesn't mean there's something going on. And, besides, Harry would have told me if there was."

Hermione turned to look at him curiously, a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. "But, Ron," she began slowly in such a way that gave Ron the feeling he was about to eat his own words, "Harry is allowed to go about business without giving you everylittledetail. He doesn't haveto tell you who he's with and why."

Ron let out a frustrated sigh. "No… if this is such a big deal like you say it is… he would have asked me about it. We always talk about this kind of stuff," he argued before realizing exactly what they were doing, "And I'm not going to stand here and spy on my best mate."

Hermione rolled her eyes and grabbed hold of his arm as he tried to walk away. "Look… I think they're ready to leave," she told him quietly, looking back at the table, "Don't think of this as spying… It's more like conveniently seeing something you otherwise might not have if you hadn't been in the right place at the right time."

Ron looked at her funny. "You mean a coincidence?" he corrected her and glanced over at Harry as Hermione hushed him.

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"Well, then… I'm pretty sure Snape can't argue with this assignment," Genevieve stated as she closed the numerous books they'd used and began to stack them into neat piles, "So, I can assure you that you'll get high marks."

Harry smiled as he helped her stack the books. "Thank you… for everything. I mean, with your help it only took me half as long to finish," he told her gratefully.

"It was no problem, really. You seem to know what's you're doing on your own," she said, reaching for another book at the same time as Harry and their hands touched, making her blush slightly, "I'm just glad you were able to help me." She pulled her hand away slowly and went to grab the pile of books in front of her so she could return them to their proper place.

"Genevieve," Harry began as they both stood, "Remember I promised you that I would help you with Quidditch so you could try out for the team? How about we start now? I can prep you."

Genevieve took a moment to think about it as she looked over at him. "Well… it sounds fun, Harry, but…" she started to say as she realized it was getting late, "are you sure we're allowed to?"

Harry nodded, understanding why the brunette was worried. "Of course," he assured her, "We can borrow some of the practice equipment and use the field for a bit as long as we put everything back. You trust me, right?" He offered his hand to her and she paused before grasping it.

They smiled at each other before Genevieve shook her head slightly.

"What's so funny?" Harry asked her curiously, a grin slowly slipping across his face.

She laughed as they started walking towards the door. "You are," she replied, repositioning her glasses on her nose once more.

"What about how you push your glasses so far up the bridge of your nose, it makes your eyes bug out?" Harry teased, getting her to roll her eyes in response, "Well, you have to admit there's nothing funnier than that?"

"Oh, really? Well, I think this is pretty funny," she replied, reaching up and playfully taking his glasses.

"No fair. I can't see without those," he told her, trying to take them back.

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"Come on, Ron, you have to admit that wasn't something that happens between people who just met unless they have something special between them," Hermione pointed out with a triumphant smile, "I mean, they were holding hands."

"So…? They held hands. Big whoop," Ron retorted, "I still don't think they're together. And no matter how special you say it looks, she still swiped his glasses."

"It was a playfulgesture," Hermione argued, "If you don't believe me, then let's follow them and see where they go."

Ron hesitated a moment, not so sure he wanted to spy on Harry. Hermione just sighed in frustration and grabbed his wrist again, practically dragging him out of the library.

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On the Quidditch field, Genevieve waited as Harry returned with two broomsticks and a box. "So, what are we going to go over first?" she asked him as she took one of the brooms, "Scoring, guarding the goals, handling the Bludgers, seeking…"

"Flying," Harry told her and she stared at him expectantly.

"Alright, then… Why don't you show me some of your strategies?" she asked hopefully, "We can help each other."

Harry grinned at her. "I don't know," he began to say, "I'm not so sure I'm supposed to be mingling with the other team."

"Oh? Who says I'll be on the team?" she retorted with an unsure smile.

"I do," Harry nodded before mounting his broom and soaring up a few feet, "Care to prove me wrong?"

Genevieve grinned and followed his lead until she was next to him. "Let's go," she told him and they zipped off, weaving around the goals for fun, seeing who could catch the other. After a few laps around the field, Harry dipped low as he headed back to the ground. "Don't fall," Genevieve warned him as he leaned over, managing to balance himself properly so he could grab the box as he passed. She watched him as he opened it up and released the Snitch.

"I bet I'll catch it first," he called, replacing the box on the ground and racing to get back to her.

"Give it a head start," she told him, accepting his challenge. They waited a few moments before racing off to search for the winged ball of victory.

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"I'm telling you, Hermione, there is nothing going on here," Ron kept trying to point out the impossibility that Harry would hide something from him.

Hermione, on the other hand, refused to believe it was that simple as she dragged him behind the stands so they could watch the other two fooling around. "See, Ron… They're doing couple things," Hermione tried to explain, "They're fooling around, competing in a non-rival way. He's showing her how to play Quidditch, Ron. That has to mean something to you."

Ron thought about it for a moment as it started to click. "Ofcourse. It all makes sense now," he said, "She's been stringing him along in order to trick him into showing her the team's moves so she can tell her House team."

Hermione groaned in frustration. "Why do you fabricate these lies?" she blurted out, trying not to yell, "I can't take your paranoid assumptions. I am unable to put up with this."

"Well, I can't put up with you and your know-it-all relationship expertise," he countered, "With all this sneaking around and your constant perfect couple talk, I'm going crazy over here."

Hermione rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "If I'm an expert, then explain why our relationship is such a mess," she grunted, knowing he wouldn't have an answer.

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Genevieve raced in front of Harry as they rounded another goal post, catching sight of the Golden Snitch. While she was caught up in the moment, Harry snuck around her and raced ahead of her in a quick dash to grab the winged ball. Immediately, Genevieve developed a plan and pulled up slightly so she could race above him. Harry was almost within reach of the Snitch, so she dived for it as fast as she could. Harry could almost feel the ball in his hands when whoosh out of nowhere, Genevieve stole it out from under his nose, almost toppling off her broom in the process. He smiled in confusion as he realized what she must have had to do and he was actually quite impressed. He couldn't help but chuckle a bit at how Genevieve kept trying to balance herself so she wouldn't slip off again.

Genevieve landed safely and smiled brightly in amazement at how her quick-thinking worked. In her hand, the Snitch was held firmly, its wings fluttering in a struggle to free itself. Harry landed next to her and she turned to him in excitement. "Look! I actually did it," she exclaimed happily, trying to control herself.

"I know. See, I told you," he replied with a reassuring smile, "You were incredible. That last minute maneuver was… really clever. Congratulations on catching your first Golden Snitch. Your team will be lucky to have you on it."

"I know… thank you. You're just… amazing," she rambled and as if something in their minds clicked, they both leaned forward and kissed.

"Our relationship isn't a mess," Ron finally stated, not even paying attention to what was going on behind him.

"What part doesn't seem to be –?" Hermione's eyes widened and she grabbed him by the arm to spin him around just in time to catch the kiss.

"Whoa…" Ron gulped uneasily. "That was unexpected."

Hermione's grip on his arm got tighter as another thought crossed her mind. "Okay, I'd be more thrilled to say 'I told you so' because I was right if there wasn't one really big downside to this," she began to explain while Ron stared in disbelief, "Ginny likes Harry."

"I still can't believe Harry didn't tell us about – Wait, hold on, what?" Ron said as he caught the last statement Hermione made.

"Yes, it's a tragedy he didn't tell us sooner," Hermione pressed on, "but Ginny likes Harry. How is she going to feel when she finds out?"

Ron shook his head in disbelief. "No, you have to be wrong about that," he began as Hermione's grip on his arm didn't cease to get tighter, "I think I would notice if my little sister had a thing for my best mate."

"Well, you've been wrong before," Hermione explained half sarcastically, "No matter who this will affect, we can't tell anyone about this. It's not our right to do that."

Ron's face scrunched up in pain. "Will you let go of me? I'm beginning to lose the feeling in my arm," he complained and she finally released her grip, so he cradled his arm in pain, "Finally… and I'd much rather figure out from Harry before anyone else finds out, so… don't worry about my mouth."

Hermione took a moment to see if they had enough time to head back without being noticed. "We better hurry back to the Common Room before Harry gets there," she suggested and Ron nodded as they made a dash for the safety of inside.

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"Uh… wow," Harry cleared his throat when they pulled apart, "That was… fun."

Genevieve blushed in embarrassment. "Right… Maybe we should…" she stumbled over what to say next, "I'm sorry, I'm just… not used to this whole thing."

Harry smiled at how cute she was. "I get it," he said to spare her the trouble of trying to explain herself, "I'll put the equipment away and then we can head in."

"Yeah, I wouldn't want to get caught out on the grounds after hours." She smiled at how sweet he was being and put the Snitch back in the box before handing him her broomstick.

He nodded slightly as he quickly went to return the things he'd taken out. He found comfort in the thought that she might actually like him back the way he liked her. Genevieve stood there, letting the cool night air decrease the temperature of her burning cheeks. Where would she be able to go from here with Harry? Would he actually want to start a relationship with her? She noticed a movement off in the distance that seemed to look like it was heading towards the school. She didn't have time to let her mind dwell on it before Harry was at her side again.

"Let's go," he said, offering his hand, which she took gratefully, "So… I was wondering. Should we talk about this or are we both on the same page?"

They started walking towards the school and Genevieve looked at him carefully. "Well, I'm okay with this if you are," she admitted, noting his sincere expression.

"Good… I was starting to wonder if I had to beg." He smirked and she rolled her eyes, bumping him with her shoulder as they walked.

"I'm just wondering how your fans will take it," Genevieve teased him.

"What fans?" Harry quizzed, curious to know what she was getting at.

"Your fangirls who drool over your every movement," she explained with the best grin she could muster, "They might not take it too well."

"We'll just have to wait and see, then," he retorted, giving her an honest look, "Don't take this the wrong way, but I might have to pick favorites."

She gaped at him, laughing slightly. "Really? You pick favorites?" she questioned him in disbelief, "Who?"

"Well, you're on the top of my list," Harry remarked, raising an eyebrow with as much sincerity as he could muster before reaching over and tickling her side, making her cringe away.

"Stop that," she giggled slightly, "I have a sensitive tickle spot right around there somewhere."

"Well, then I'll just have to find it, won't I?" he said, chasing after her as she ran for the school.

"No," she called back to him, the laughter clear in her voice.

He caught up to her just before she could escape inside, playfully wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. "Got you," he stated as he pulled her into a warm hug before she could try to escape.

"Alright, we've had our fun," she told him calmly, "We'd better get inside before we get in trouble."

Harry shook his head and let her go as they walked inside to head to their Houses.

"I'll see you tomorrow," she told him with a sigh of exhaustion.

"Can't wait," Harry replied before kissing her on the cheek, "Night."

"Night," she answered before they went off in their separate directions, both looking forward to the promise of their beds waiting for them.

(A/N 2) There's the unplanned chappie 2 for all ya. Most of you might be surprised to see more of it. I know some of you aren't cuz you knew it was coming. I'd like to thank desireeboils for her encouragement and help on getting down more ideas. So, thanks for the reviews and the PMs of suggestions. I hope to hear feedback from everyone.

Edit: Oh, jeez… Wow, while I was editing this chappie, I realized I skipped so much in the transcribing process from notebook to computer. I apologize for the confusion and terrible read. Eh… Not my best work right there. Well, grammar and format and the usual stuff got fixed this time round and I'm sure it'll be much easier to follow. =) Again, I apologize for not posting the edits earlier on. It's been a tough year. =/

Originally posted: 12/10/09

Revised: 1/10/11

Reposted: 10/30/11