TAKEN OVER

Sequel to Taking Over Me

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of J.K Rowlings brilliant ideas or characters.

Hermione Granger sat in her usual spot in the common room. What was unusual was that she wasn't in the company of her inseparable boyfriend. That boyfriend was of course Harry Potter. They have been together for 16 wonderful months with no problems at all and a positive looking future together.

Harry was playing Quidditch, which wasn't much of a surprise, while Hermione was inside doing homework, reading or thinking about Harry as she was doing now. Every time she saw him she got giddy. It was as if they had just started going out or something. It was amazing the effect that man had on her. Her spectacular daydream was interrupted by the object of her affections walking in(freshly showered) through the common room door…and right past her. What was that about? She picked up the nearest book and began reading. She was in the process of turning the page when she felt warm breath on her ear.

"I love it when you wear your hair up, makes it easier to do this." And she felt moist lips on her neck. She smiled widely.

"How was practice?" She tried to concentrate on her book but Harry's lips were definitely not letting her. She gave up, rather quickly, and put her book to the side.

"Harry dear would you mind not doing that in front of all these people." She grabbed his hand and guided him around the couch to sit next to her.

"You still haven't told me how practice went." She knew she would never get an answer out of him now. It seemed he really wasn't in the mood to talk but was clearly in the mood for something else. He was once again kissing her neck tenderly.

Oh screw it.

Harry started kissing her lips with avidity. She couldn't help but love it.

"That's good enough for me. And it was cut short."

Hermione had no answer to this as she was still a little light headed from the fabulous kiss that was administered to her from those perfect, and very talented, lips…so of course her clueless response was "Huh?"

Harry laughed and tapped her nose with his pointer finger. "You asked how my practice went and I said it was cut short." Harry wrapped his arms around his girlfriends waist and propped his chin on her shoulder.

Hermione, now regaining the ability of forming a coherent thought in her head, questioned why it was cut short.

"Well it's hard to concentrate on catching a snitch when my girlfriend has been in my head all day. Especially when my girlfriend is THE Hermione Granger."

Hermione blushed at his compliment and laughed at the same time.

"Even when you're Harry Potter?" Hermione giggled.

Harry signed dramatically. "Yes, even when you're Harry Potter." He looked at her book curiously.

"Mione why are you still reading? NEWTS are over and all we have to do now is wait for graduation." He delicately brushed a powder soft strand away from her face.

She smiled a small smile. "I know NEWTS are over Harry. It's just weird that we're almost gone. I mean this is my second home and it's going to be weird letting it go. So in regard to the book, I have to keep myself occupied in order to get my mind off the inevitable." She huffed and returned to her book, which was of course 'Hogwarts A History', and continued reading despite the fact that her boyfriend was giving her a very naughty look.

Harry then commenced to whisper very huskily, "You know there are other ways you could keep yourself occupied." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

She wanted to smile so badly but she barely managed to keep on a straight face. "I think," she looked as if she were thinking; "I think I'll just stay here reading my book. There is nothing like a good book to keep a person occupied."

"We'll see about that." Harry growled playfully which made Hermione shriek and then pinned her to the couch. Harry claimed her lips for several minutes before she resisted.

"Harry people are in here and I don't think they appreciate us snogging like this in front of them." Harry looked behind him and saw that all of his fellow Gryffindor were preoccupied with something else.

He quickly told Hermione this bit of information before hastily resuming what he had started. No sooner had he done this that they, and everyone else in the common room, clearly heard "Oy, would you two lovebirds get a room. Little children do not need to see this sick display of affection." Harry reluctantly let go of Hermione's lips and rose off of her. Hermione, a deep shade of crimson, righted herself in a sitting position and looked straight ahead. Even though she had been right she was still embarrassed which was, of course, Ronald Weasley and his stupid dorm buddies doing. Out of her peripheral vision (she refused to look in any direction but forward) she saw Harry stand up and make his way towards the group of ruckus boys. She felt someone sit next to her shortly after and turned to see Ginny…a widely grinning Ginny. She said nothing and just waited for the comment that was bound to come.

"Things were getting pretty hot and heavy over here. Maybe Ron did best to interr-" By now Hermione had her head stuck firmly in her hands.

"Ginny please not now. This is so embarrassing. I swear if I weren't so embarrassed I would be enraged." Ginny patted her back and smiled a devilish smile.

"Don't worry Mione, I slapped each and every one of them in the noggin for that childish comment." Hermione looked up just in time to see Ginny's smile before it was fully wiped away.

Hermione rolled her eyes and got up. "I'm going to my common room. See you later Gin." She grabbed her book before she headed out. Being in her seventh year she was made Head Girl (obviously). What surprised most people was that Harry had not been named Head Boy. Actually, he had been chosen but Harry declined. He wanted an easy seventh year, as easy a year can get when your in you last one. Therefore, the position had been given to the next most qualified person, Draco Malfoy. Many had been surprised and many had not. Hermione, for one, had not been surprised as Draco and herself had formed a sort of friendship. It had taken them both a great deal to get accustomed to it and they had their fair share of non supporters and supporters. Many level-headed and clear thinking students (mostly Ravenclaws and extremely supportive Gryffindor) supported this newfound 'friendship' and saw it as an opportunity to clear up this whole House hatred that had been status quo between the houses.

There still were people (of course Slytherins) who could not fathom how a pure blooded and gorgeous wizard could even associate himself with a low mudblood. Seeing as how they are Slytherin they're pretty much still clueless.

As Hermione neared her common room, which was as centered as it could be between all the House locations for fast maneuvering, shrieked once again when she was swept off her feet by familiar and comforting arms.

She giggled and swatted at his arm playfully. "Harry I think I can walk on my own."

He ignored her and kept on walking. "Just thought I'd let you save up some energy for future…activities." He wiggled his eyebrows all around. They had reached the entrance to the common room she shared with Draco. It was a giant painting displaying a field of green grass meeting with the sky, which was and array of rainbow colors brilliantly put together.

The couple did not bother to even acknowledge the portrait and Hermione said the password(senha). They walked in.

"Is that all you ever think about?" Hermione asked Harry wondering what he would say. Harry didn't seem to be the type that would be like a typical male given his upbringing, but now that the fate of the wizarding world did not burden his shoulders you could never tell with him sometimes.

He grinned at her. "When it comes to you, of course. What else is there to think about?"

Hermione, who had let her head drop down brought it up again and saw Draco heading out. "Hey Draco." He flashed her a grin, something not that rare anymore.

"Hey Hermione. Potter." Harry and Draco were still slightly rough to each other but there was a mutual respect between them.

"Tell Lilly I said hi and that she needs to get her arse over here and visit me and not you." Harry dropped her on the nearest couch and perched himself on top of her.

Draco saw this and hurriedly answered, "Will do and please do not soil the couch," he pointed at the two occupants, "it's silk and not to be ruined.

Harry screamed, "Get out of here Malfoy," at the same time that Hermione threw her book at him, which he deftly dodged. Before fully closing the entrance he wiggled his fingers and was gone.

Harry signed and looked down at Hermione before a very delicious grin graced his face. "Now where were we before?"

YAY it's finally posted. It probably would have taken me longer but I started to feel guilty so I forced myself to sit down and type, sometimes it's hard to put thoughts into writing so if it wasn't what you were expecting, sorry. And apologies for any mistakes, its 11 over here. Review review and review. And for all you Draco fans I couldn't bear making him evil in any way. I love him too much. Go Draco, you sexy man you. drools