Simply fate.

Chapter one

First of all, I would like to say that I'm French so there will be some mistakes because English isn't my native language. And secondly, that is my first "dramione". Do not hesitate to post some comments, I'll be glad to answer to them ! I hope you will all like my story and have a good time reading it. I will try to post as regularly as possible.

Enough with the chatting ! Let's the story begin !

The war is over. Now is the time to go back to Hogwarts for the seventh and last year of studies for Harry, Ron and Hermione. Everybody is back to the wonderful and beautiful school of Hogwarts. It's hard for every students but they are relieved that this horrible war is over. Our three heroes are hoping that they will go throught this year without any problems. But as we all know, when you are Harry Potter, Ron Weasley or Hermione Granger, a year at Hogwarts couldn't go well.

But let's start from the beginning: the end of the summer vacation. Harry spent the last few days before going back to school at Ron's house, The Burrow. Of course, Hermione was there too. She and Ron had decided to put an end to their romantic relationship because they were missing each other's friendship. And it was also easier for Harry, who was between the two lovers when they argued and, of course, when they made-up. Eventually, it easier for everyone and the friendly trio was back to "normal".

But Hermione and Harry weren't there just to spend the last days of holidays with Ron. All the house was expecting an exceptionnal occasion: the Quidditch World Cup ! Indeed, this wonderful and intense event was back again. Like three years ago, when the trio was in their forth year in Hogwarts, the World Cup took place in England. This year, the French team is opposed to the Italian team. Thousands of people will be attending this incredible tournament.

Like three years ago, everybody at The Burrow was up really early in the morning. Molly Weasley was already preparing breafast when the other went down. The delicious smell of toast and hot tea was filling the tiny kitchen. Harry sat down next to Ginny and timidly kissed her on the cheek. She blushed. Ron, who watched the whole scene, rolled his eyes desperatly. Hermione smiled and kicked Ron's arm in order to scold him.

When they had all finished their breakfast, it was time to go. No need for portkey this time, everybody was old enough to Desapparate.

The stadium took place at the same place as three years before but this time it was decorate on one side with the French colors (blue, white, red) and on the other side with the Italian colors (green, white, red). Little baguettes were floatting everywhere like spakleling fairies. You could also see some bowls full of juicy spagettis above most of every Italian's tents.

"What is this ?" asked Harry, pointing a big tower.

"Maybe some kind of church..." said Ron.

"Don't be ridiculous ! It is the Leaning Tower of Pisa ! None of you two had ever heard of it ? You are clearly uncultivated !" sighed Hermione.

"Not everyone read all the books of the planet like you" joked Ron.

"I haven't ! Only those of Hogwarts library..."defended Hermione.

Harry smiled seeing his two bestfriends squabbling as they used to do. They finally arrived to their seats, which were at the exact same place as the last time. They sat down, chatting about each team and which had the best chances to win. Suddendly, they heard a familiar voice from behind.

"Look who is there..." said a cold voice.