A/n: ok, I'm back. And guess what?! No one's dead in this story. Dumbledore's alive, Fred's alive, Hedwig, everybody. Ok? Because I don't want 8 million comments saying, "oh they're dead". Yes, I KNOW that they're dead. I'm an HP fanatic. I write these stories when I should be studying.

Hermione Granger arrived in Harry, Ron, and Ginny's compartment on the Hogwarts Express, completely out of breath.

"Mione, what's wrong?" Ginny asked.

"Absolutely nothing!" she cried happily. "It's fantastic, just fantastic!"

"What's fantastic?" Harry asked, confused.

"I thought they wouldn't take me up on my idea! But they did! Oh my goodness!"

"Huh?" Ron surfaced from digging through his Bertie Bott's Beans, his mouth crammed with all the good flavors. "Wuzzheunuhbout?"

"I don't know, she won't tell us!" Ginny growled, then stood up, placing one hand on Hermione's shoulder and slapping her face sharply, yet gently.

"Hermione," she said calmly, "what is fantastic and what was your idea?"

Hermione's eyes shone.

"We have exchange students coming to live at Hogwarts! They're American! Ginny, we'll have other girls to hang out with instead of these ridiculous sods!"

The girls laughed as Harry's and Ron's ears perked up.

"American girls?"

The quartet sat at the Gryffindor table at Hogwarts, chatting and conversing happily with their fellow students. Harry and Ginny talked amiably to each other, but neither of them felt any more passion for the other. They were just best friends. Ron was busy trying to get Hermione to look at him, which resulted in disdainful remarks and much eye rolling from the girl.

Suddenly, the doors to the Great Hall banged open. There stood two tall, stunningly beautiful girls.

"Americans" the Gryffindor table chorused.

The Americans were dressed in street clothes, though they looked far from normal. The taller of the two was wearing skintight black leather pants over a stretchy white leotard that dipped low in the front, with a gigantic purple heart sketched roughly over her heart. On her feet were what appeared to be leather boots, but looking closely, one would see that purple and black dragon scales glimmered on her shoes. Her arms were littered with bracelets and rings in varying colours, and a bright red fedora perched at the top of her head. The girl smirked, and turned to her friend, pulling her long dark layered auburn hair away from her neck.

The other girl wore a considerably more conservative ensemble, but she was still as interesting to look at as her friend. She wore dark denim Capri pants with a bright red, silky top that glimmered as she moved. The sleeves were loose until they reached her wrists, where the fabric clung tightly to the skin, almost like a pirate blouse. Low-heeled red flats covered the girl's feet. Her light brown hair was brushed away from her face and secured with a white ribbon.

The smaller girl frowned, and turned to her considerably curvier friend, whispering furiously in another language.

"Por qué miran ellos fijamente en nosotros?"

Her friend smirked and whispered loudly,

"Porque somos las cosas más calientes en esta escuela."

A Ravenclaw girl giggled quietly into her hand. Hermione asked the Hispanic girl what the Americans had said. Maria Marquez replied,

"The smaller one asked why we were staring at them, and the taller one said because we're the hottest things in this school."

Still chuckling, Maria turned back to her friends.

"She's right," Ron murmured, mesmerized. Hermione smacked him across the head.

"Idiot," she muttered.

Seamus leaned back as the girl's past, his eyes lingering on the taller girl's rear end. Suddenly, she whipped around and started shouting angrily at him… in Spanish.

"¡Gravemente parada de petimetre que mira mi asno como yo paso!"

Her friend shushed her and turned to Seamus as Maria, the Ravenclaw, laughed out loud.

"Por favor. Lo siento." Seamus looked confused. "¿Bien, habla usted español?"

"Uh, don't you speak English?"

The tall girl snorted.

"Oui, je parle l'anglais, mais pas pour vous, le perdant. Désolé!"

"Shush, Caity," the smaller girl replied. "Stop being mean."

"Oh, Kelley!!" Caity whined. "They make it so easy!"

A/N: haha, yay for confusing languages!! I used , so it's really a rough translation of Spanish and French. If you really want to know what they're saying, you can message me, review, or just use the Website yourself. Also, if you want the full descriptions of Kelley and Caity, please message me! Gracias!!