Harry had a tough 6th year. Not that any other year was easy but after Sirius had died Harry didn't look forward to seeing anyone only his friends. But on the summer of his 6th year he met someone that he looks forward to seeing even in his dreams. Someone who gave him butterflies in his stomach whenever he looked at her. Someone who he couldn't believe was sleeping next to him her chest moving up and down as she breathed.
Harry looked down at her,
"She's lovely," thought Harry.
He looked back up and around his room. He was in his new apartment in Diagon Alley in his room with his lovely partner sleeping next to him as it was only 4 in the morning. He wasn't tired at all. He was thinking. Thinking about everything that's happened to him. Thinking about how he got to where he is now. Thinking about how much it took to be in a comfortable bed with the covers on his legs and being able to look next to him and see his life long partner.
Harry was sitting up on his bed looking around. He couldn't stop thinking about how he got this lovely women next to him. How he first met her, when they first kissed when he first slept with her and how he almost lost the love of his life. This is how the story goes:
Harry was in the kitchen making the Dursley's a big lunch. But right now he made soup and had left it on the stove for it to cool down. He had made a big lunch because today he was going to ask his aunt and uncle if he could go to the Burrow on the week of his birthday and if he could stay there for the rest of the summer. Before Harry had gotten on the train to go home Ron asked him if he would like to go to his house and stay there. Harry of course agreed, but the problem was trying to get his aunt and uncle to agree. Harry was sitting at the kitchen table when he heard his aunt uncle and their obese son Dudley coming down the stairs. Harry stood and went to see them coming, but instead he saw them going out the door,
"Hey, aren't you guys gonna eat lunch?"
"No, isn't it obvious?", Aunt Petunia said in a matter-of-fact tone.
Uncle Vernon made his way to where Harry was standing and looked down at the soup and started talking,
"Besides it looks disgusting" Uncle Vernon took a bowl and a spoon and poured a whole bowl of soup and took a sip. He gulped it down and had a face that made him look more ugly than he already was,
"You see this? Your disgusting food?" he said moving the bowl in front of Harry's face,
"Well eat it!" Uncle Vernon put the bowl in Harry's face and the soup was all over his face and it was dripping down his shirt onto his pants. His aunt, uncle and Dudley all laughed and walked out the door not even giving Harry a chance to respond.
Harry was boiling inside. He was so mad. He balled his fist and slammed it into the wall making a small hole. He threw away all the food and went upstairs to take a quick shower. He got out and put on the first thing he saw. A white wife beater that he bought from money that he stole from his uncle and baggy jeans that used to be his cousins. He obviously needed to use a belt to hold them up. Harry looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like a gangster than anything else, but he did look good. The wife beater outlined his 6 pack and his muscular arms. Even with the glasses he was very handsome. He was tall very tall in fact he was 6'1. His hair although messy still made him look very handsome.
Harry was still furious about what happened earlier. He decided to take a walk.
Harry did take a walk except for one thing. He wasn't walking. Harry was stomping everywhere and to add on to the stomping he was cursing under his breath. He walked for about another 30 minutes until he reached a park, but he definitely didn't stop there. He was mad and he showed it. His head was high in the air His hands at his sides balled into fist and again he was stomping hard.
He "walked" into the threshold of the park and really wasn't heading anywhere. His head was high in the air not noticing anybody or anything just staring off into space. Harry felt something soft on the bottom of his feet. Obviously he was stepping on sand, but he still didn't look down. Just as he was about to step out of the sand box he fell down on top of something or even someone.
Harry looked down to see who he fell on and saw a girl with beautiful dark brown eyes staring back at him with a confused yet mad look in them, but before he could see any of her other features she pushed him off and he had to admit she was pretty strong. She started to speak, but he couldn't understand a word she was saying,
"Oye estupido que te esta cryendo tu? Es que no puede's ver?," she said to Harry. Before Harry could respond she said more to herself then to him,
"Ay no esto es lo ultimo que me faltava, un idiota como este con esa cara de estupido." Harry didn't understand a word she was saying so he said very confused,
"Huh?"
"que?" she said in response.
"What did you just say?" Harry said at this point very confused.
"Oh I'm sorry I forgot. You can't speak Spanish," said the girl very annoyed at Harry. The girl spoke with a thick Spanish accent.
" I called you stupid and I said who do you think you are crashing into me like that? Are you blind," the madness in her voice was coming back as she said the last sentence. Harry really not wanting to talk to this whining girl said,
" Well I'm sorry princess I guess I didn't see you, can you ever forgive me or do I have to kneel down and beg for forgiveness?"
The girls face turned into shock. Harry couldn't help but think that she looked cute when she made that face. The girl had black hair put into two braids that fell across her shirt a few inches above the middle of her thin waist. She also had a pink bandana on. She had dark brown eyes that from far away look black. She had tan skin that had absolutely no pimples, blackheads etc. She was wearing a mini jean skirt that came up to mid thigh and was low rise with a pink belt and a pink shirt that looked like a Chinese shirt with a black flower that had pink glitter on it drawn around a hole that was around the shoulder. The shirt showed half of her stomach. She had a 4 pack! The skirt she was wearing complimented the curves she had and showed off her nice tan legs. The shirt she was wearing showed off her slightly muscular arms (She had muscles, but not like a man!)
She was also wearing pink thong sandals and a necklace that said in gold letters: Natalia
Harry thought she was beautiful, but she was really whiny.
"Foul little mouth of yours, you'll be on your knees in a minute begging for mercy if you don't watch your mouth," said the girl very mischievously who's name must obviously be Natalia.
"Well Natalia," Harry said looking at her necklace. Natalia seeing this looked down to see what he was looking at thinking that he was looking at something a little more private took her hand and covered her necklace. Harry either way continued talking,
" That sounded a lot like a threat, what do you think?"
"Oh no, only bad people make threats, I was just simply warning you for the bad things to come," There was a pause were Natalia let go of her necklace and stuck it inside her shirt then she said,
" Well now that you unfortunately know my name, you can call me Miss. Torres as your mouth doesn't deserve to say my name, … but now what's your ugly little name?," she asked
" Harry… Harry Potter, but you can call me Mr. Potter. I don't want my name coming out of your mouth," Harry couldn't help but notice that he sounded a lot like Malfoy. It scared him.
"I wasn't intending to call you by your first name anyway, you don't deserve us being on first name basis…Potter" Harry looked at her and gave her a smirk. It almost looked like the trademark Malfoy smirk.
"Well now that we know each other…" Their was a pause in which Natalia gave a big sigh and crossed her eyes and arms and looked straight into Harry's eyes.
Harry looked back at hers and couldn't continue talking. She just stared at him with her big beautiful brown eyes and shot right through his fury leaving him dumbfounded and staring at her. Natalia broke the silence (and needless to say ruined the moment) and said,
"Good-bye!"
She gave Harry a half smirk half smile and turned on her heel leaving him dumbfounded and for the second time in one day left him with no time to respond. He stared at her leaving the park and looked her up and down until his eyes reached her behind.
"Damn she's good looking!," Harry said under his breath when she was out of ear shot.
" And she's a feisty little Latin girl , I like that!," Harry thought as he walked back to number 4 privet drive his frustration gone and turned into enjoyment and annoyance.
Ok! First Chapter done! There's gonna be more Spanish in this story so if you don't understand so sorry for that! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! But please no flames, but I would love you to give me constructive critism! Oh and for the people who do review please leave your e-mail( but you don't have to if you don't want to!) I like to respond to my reviews!
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