Simply fate.

Chapter four

Ten minutes later, the game started again. Each player was back on her or his broomstick. Everybody was ready and the audience was even more exited than at the beginning of the match. Ron tapped on Hermione's shoulder so she looked up from her book. She was a bit surprise, Hemione was so focused on her book that she didn't realised that the game had started again. She put her book down and watched the match carefully, as she was analysing every movement of every player. Hermione was not a big fan of Quiddich, but she could spend some time with her friends instead of being alone at the library. So, she watched attentively the game, writting down some movement that she tought would be interesting for Harry and Ron at their own Quiddich match at Hogwarts.

Speaking of which, they will all be back to school in two days. Hermione wasn't stressed at all. As always, she was ready way before the D-day and already knew loads about what they are going to study this year. At the contrary, Harry and Ron still had a lot of things to do. Not preparing for the next lessons, don't be silly ! The two boys didn't have their books and cauldron yet, so they were thinking about going to Diagon Alley the next day.

A loud noise put Hermione out of her thoughts.

" Hermione ! Hermione ! " shouted her friends.

" What is it ? " she answered aggressively.

" Wow ! Calm down. The match is over, Italy wins ! " said Ron.

" What ? But I'm sure France was leading just five minutes ago ! I don't understand... "

" They caught the Golden Snitch. Are you sure you were watching ? "

" Do not take me for an idiot Ronald. I know what I saw. I am perfectly sure about the fact that I am not blind yet. But maybe you do know me better than I know myself ? "

" I am not saying that Hermione, but you were not watching the game, I saw that you were really focused on your notebook. "

" Yes, I did focused on my notebook ! But it was just for Harry and you. I was writting and analysing different movements so you could use them at your own matches at Hogwarts. But excuse me for taking care of you two !"

That said, Hermione walked away from her friends. She needed some alone and quiet time. Just before arriving to their tents (where her collection of books was waiting for her) Hermione, who was a bit upset, ran into someone. She apologised immediatly and looked up to see who she had run into. The minute she saw the platinum mane, she wished she had not apologise.

" Well well well. Look who seems a bit grumpy." he said, with a smirk.

Hermione, who was now mad, ignored him and continued on her way to the tents. But before she had made a single step, the blond-haired man had catched her wrist.

" Where do you think you're going Granger ? You do realise that you can't ignore me without getting any punishment, don't you. "

" Punishment ? How old do you think I am Malfoy ? Three ? Now, if you care about your miserable life, you better let me go. Am I clear ? "

" Cristal."

" Great. "

And Malfoy let her go. But before she was too far from him, he said : " Scared Granger ? "

And she responded by a simple word : "Never."