Simply fate.

Chapter three

After fighting, for almost 20 minutes, against a gigantic wave of French and Italian people who doesn't understand "sorry" or "excuse me", the trio eventually got back to their seats. Malfoy had disappear and our heroes could finally enjoy the match which was about to begin. All three of them were as excited as the rest of the fans. French people were shouting something that sounded like "alley laid bruise ! ".

" " alley laid bruise "? " said Ron. "Bloody hell ! What does this means ? "

" I don't know either, Ron. " replied Harry.

"They're not saying « alley laid bruise" but « allez les bleus ! " " said Hermione, desperately." This is French. It means "Go blues !", and no, they are talking about the colour but the French team, because blue represents their country."

" You can speak French ?" said Ron and Harry at the same time.

"I'm woudn't say that I'm fluent but I've learn some words when the Beauxbatons's girl were at Hogwarts during the Triwizard Tounament in our fourth year."

Harry and Ron stared at their friend, amazed. Suddendly, they heard a loud noise, like the sound of an horn and then a voice shouted.

" WELCOME EVERYBODYYYY" the commentator said." Are you all ready for the best event of the year ?!". And the croud responded in a big applause." I cannot hear you ! Are you READY ?!" and the croud became louder.

All of the sudden, the French team appeared throught their flag. The fans screamed the name of their captain: "Leroux ! Leroux ! Leroux !". Gabriel Leroux was fliyng over the public, waving at his fans. From what Hermione could see, Leroux was pretty good looking. Tall and athletic, the blond-haired man got big green eyes and a bright smile. He sure was a heartbreaker !

The rest of the French players entered the field and took their positions, waiting for the other team. The second after, in a big red explosion, the Italian team arrived. This time, it was the other half of the stadium which was screaming. Apparently, their captain's name was "Mancini". He was quite good looking too. Not the same type of course, because Paolo Mancini was dark-haired and his eyes were blue. But still, he was handsome.

" They're so good looking, aren't they ?" said Ginny who was sitting next to Hermione." But I like the Italian best."

" Sorry to disturb !". It was Harry, who have heard all that Ginny said.

" Don't be jealous Harry, you're the one I am in love with. But you can't blame me for observing the match with details, right ?" grinned Ginny, while coming closer to him.

" Alright" Harry said after kissing Ginny." If it's for your love of Quiddich then it is okay !"

Hermione watched those two lovebirds for a moment and then focused back on the two teams. By the wistle of the referee, the match began.

Hermione had never seen such event in her hole life. It was just unbelievable how fast the players from both team were. It was almost impossible for the audience to keep up with the action. Each player made one with his or her broomstick. The quaffle was hard to see because of the speed of the game. Without everybody realised, the French team scored 10 points. But no time for the applause, the players were already focused on the quaffle. 10 points for Italy. 20 for France. 10 more, France is leading. Our three heroes were not missing a single thing. 20 points for Italy.

Suddendly, someone screamed:" GOLDEN SNITCH ! ".

The seeker from each team flew as fast as they could in order to catch it. But the Golden Snitch didn't want to be catch. It flew even faster and higher in the cloudless sky. The two seekers kept getting higher and higher in the sky.

" They have to stop !" cried out Hermione." Or they will no more have oxygen ! They are going to pass out !".

But it was too late. The French seeker fell off from her broomstick and was now falling above the stadium, uncouscious.

Luckily, the medico-wizards catched her before she hit the ground. One minute later, it was the Italian seeker's turn to faint. Both team called a time out in order to take care of the two seekers. It was the perfect moment for reading. Hermione took her book out of her bag and started reading. Her friends watched her but made no comments, used to see her read at every moment of the day.