Harry Potter and La Senorita

Harry Potter and la Senorita

Chapter Uno!

"Harry! Ron! Over here!" Hermione Granger yelled when she spotter her two best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.

The two boys whipped their heads around and searched the massive crowd of Hogwarts Students to find the owner of the voice. Ron noticed Hermione first and flushed. Harry's eyes landed on her, grinned and waved her over. Hermione lugged her trunk over to the two of them.

"All right Hermione?" Harry greeted her cheerfully. Hermione nodded.

"I'm so glad to see you two again! How are you?" Hermione asked the boys.

"I'm fine," Harry responded and elbowed his friend in the ribs. He knew of Ron's crush on Hermione and was finding it amusing how red he can get.

"I'm...I'm great," Ron squeaked out. Hermione smiled slightly.

"Well you two better be getting on to the train, it's nearly 11!" Hermione suggested.

"What about you?" Ron asked. Hermione turned a bit pink.

"I...I'm a prefect... I got a letter from Professor McGonagall in the summer, so yes..." by this point Hermione was almost as red as Ron, but had a proud smile planted on her face.

"Good job Hermione!" Ron beamed.

"Yeah Congratulations Herm, but yeah we should get going. See you at Hogwarts!" Harry said and him and Ron boarded the train.

"Who do you think is the other prefect?" Ron murmured to Harry.

"Dunno,"

***

For the second time in a row, Harry and Ron arrived to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry the normal way. They met up with Hermione and took their regular places at the Gryffindor table. They saw Dean and Seamus and waved them over.

"So, which one of you is a Prefect?" Ron asked curiously. Dean and Seamus frowned and Dean shook his head.

"Niether of us are...we figured Potter would be," Dean said as he nudged Harry in ribs.

"Yeah right, I doubt I'm the prefect...we all know my little problem with a disregard for rules," Harry joked.

"Well it can't be Neville!" Ron exclaimed. Harry furrowed his brow.

"Why are you so curious Ron?" Harry questioned.

"No reason," Ron said as he glanced a Hermione as she was looking up at the Head Table.

"Hmm, no new sta...WAIT! Harry! Ron! Look! Lupin's back!" Hermione exclaimed happily. Harry and Ron whipped their heads around and saw Remus Lupin sitting beside Professor Sprout, talking animatedly.

"I guess he's back for Defense Against the Dark Arts, seeing Moody last year...." Harry cut off at the last part. The last think he wanted to do was to reminisce about his last fortnight at Hogwarts last term.

Just then Professor McGonagall led the first years in for the Sorting Ceremony. About halfway down the line there was a girl who couldn't be a first year. She looked about Harry's age, possibly older. From his position she was quite pretty too. She was fairly tall, with long brown hair and a very nervous look on her face.

"Who's that?" Seamus whispered to Harry, as though he was reading his mind.

"No clue," Harry whispered back.

"Hope she's in Gryffindor, she's mad hot!" Seamus whispered again. Harry smirked. That was Seamus for you.

The Sorting Hat came alive and did his song and McGonagall yelled out names. Henry Bergonson became the first Gryffindor. They went through all the way to the K's when their mystery girl was called up.

"Maria Lopez!" McGonagall shouted and Maria hurried up to the stool and placed the hat on her head. Harry crossed his fingers, like every other boy in Hogwarts, hoping she was in his house. The hat was quiet for quite a bit until he shouted,

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Harry grinned at Seamus. Seamus raised his eyebrows suggestively as she came and sat beside Hermione, right across from Harry.

"Hi, I'm Hermione," Hermione greeted Maria.

"Hola! I am Maria," Maria said with a Spanish accent.

"You can't be in first year, can you?" Seamus asked playfully. Maria laughed just as the table filled up with food. Harry didn't care about the food, he cared about the pretty stranged sitting in front of him. Even her laugh was cute.

"No, no, I'm not in first year. I am a transfer from Puerto Rico. I'm in...fifth year? I am very sorry mi..ingles is not too good," Maria apologized with a smile on her face.

"Oh that's fine," Seamus said flirtaciously. Harry frowned. He wasn't going to let Seamus have her.

"I'm Harry Potter," Harry reached across the table and kissed her hand. She blushed slightly.

"Hola Harry Potter. I am Maria Lopez. You are quite the gentleman" she smiled and went back to eating her salad. Harry smirked and spooned some mashed potatoes onto his plate.

"What was your school like back in Puerto Rico?" Hermione asked Maria.

"Ah it was great. Mi escuela, which means my school, was one block away from the beach. It was in Mayaguez, which is on the West Coast, on the Carribian Sea. We had all the same subjects you do, although we took our O.W.L.S last term," Maria said.

"Excellent! You can help me study then!" Ron exclaimed as everyone laughed.

"Of course I will!" Maria laughed.

The dishes were wiped clean and Dumbledore recited his normal announcements and before they knew it they were on their way back to the tower. Harry fell in step beside Maria, who wasn't as tall as she had looked with all the first years around her. She came up to about his nose.

"So, do you play Quidditch?" Harry asked her.

"Play Quidditch? Oh no, not me but I love to watch it. Do you play?" she asked.

"Yep, I'm on the Gryffindor house team," Harry said as McGonagall appeared ahead of them.

"Good evening Miss Lopez, Mr Potter. Harry, I came to tell you that you are a Gryffindor Prefect, we just couldn't send a letter to you with all the wards around the Dursleys. The password to the portrait is Guttlewad," McGonagall explained. Harry raised his eyebrows. Him? A Prefect?

"Oh, um..okay. Thanks Professor," Harry stuttered. McGonagall nodded and stepped around them.

"A prefect Harry? Felicitaciones!" Maria congratulated him.

"Thanks... i think?" Harry laughed, "Sorry I do not know any Spanish. Guttlewad" he explained as he and Maria stepped through the portrait.

"Well, then I must teach you sometime Harry Potter," she smiled at him.

"Yes you must," Harry stared into her deep green eyes. She reddened slightly.

"We're amigos right?" Maria asked.

"Amigos? Oh! Friends! Yeah sure!" Harry exclaimed. Maria giggled slightly.

"Promise me something," Maria whispered.

"Okay," Harry agreed.

"Let me see you play Quidditch okay? I need to...get my mind off things," Maria sighed. Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, but why?" Harry asked

"I must go to bed Harry. Buenas Noches," Maria kissed him on the cheek and skipped up the stairs to the girls dorms.

"Buenas Noches," Harry murmured.