Simply fate.

Chapter ten

The next day, Hermione came back to the secret room. It hadn't change a bit, except for some books in the library. There were now more about self-defence techniques than about mermaids (she had just finished her essay). Anyway she sat down on the couch, reading. It was only two hours later that she stood up because, you know, what could be better than a book on a settee than a book AND a cup a earl grey tea on a settee. So she headed towards the kitchens in order to get a snack.
When Hermione got back, she found the door closed. Surprised, she tried « alohomora » but it didn't work. She groaned, pulling with all of her strength of the wood, but it did not move a tad. After ten minutes of fighting, Hermione gave up and got back to her common room.

« What's wrong Hermione ? » asked Harry. « You seem upset... »
« I am not. »
« Yes you are ! Look at your hair ! All fuzzy ! »
« My hair is not fuzzy Harry. Your glasses must be dirty. Anyway, are you done with your homework ? »
Feeling that it might be a good thing to change the subject, Harry decided to go with the flow.
« Not yet... do you think you could help me ? »
« Fine. But just for potions. »
« Thanks Hermione ! You're a life saver ! »
« Say the one who died twice ! »
« Ha ha. »
Hermione helped Harry with his potions's homework during the next hour. It revealed to be quite hard, perhaps because Ginny was in the common room too, smiling at Harry, («Harry ! Could you just stop staring at Ginny for two minutes ? ») or maybe it was just because Harry was really bad  at potions («Seriously Harry ! I already told you that five minutes ago !»).
Anyway they were done three hours later and Harry still had to do his Transfiguration essay and his Charms stuff. It's was dinner time and Hermione could see that Ginny was not the only thing that distracted Harry anymore.
« Come on Harry. You'll finish that later, let's go to the Great Hall for dinner. »
« Bless you sole Hermione ! I'm starving ! » he said, waving at Ginny so that she come closer. She sat down on his lap, he kissed her on the cheek and she smiled in satisfaction.
« Finally 'Mione ! You're letting him go. You know this guy need to eat ! Haven't you date my brother ? » she teased.
« Alright let's go eat girls ! I'm hungry ! »whined Harry.
« Look at him behaving like a child ! I don't know how you can deal with him, Ginny. Ginny ? Are you listening to me ? »
But she wasn't. She was too busy cuddling Harry and calling him her baby.
« Blimey ! Those clingy people ! »Hermione thought as she headed downstairs for dinner, leaving the two love birds almost snogging each other on the table. Well, she wanted to go downstairs but apparently the stairs had decided something else. That's how she ended up on the third floor facing Draco Malfoy who was watching her struggling with the moving stairs, visibly amused by the scene.
« What is it Malfoy ? » she said trying to regain her balance.
« Nothing. I reckon it's funny that even in your seventh year in that school, you still dont' figure how those stairs works. »
« Oh ! You think it's funny. If you're so good with the stairs, show me than ! » and she grabbed him by his tie and pulled him on the stairs with her. And there we go again ! The stairs moving from one floor to another, then stopping dead and moving even faster.
Hermione and Malfoy were quite funny to watched. Almost falling with every movement of the stairs, Hermione grabbing firmly at the rope while Malfoy was trying make believe that he had a total control over the situation when he was just ridiculous. At some point, the stairs eventually stopped, throwing them both on the second floor. Hermione didn't crash on the hard floor as she had expected. Instead, she crashed on Malfoy. Yes. She was completely laying down on him, her face red by the effort and the embarrassment.
Their faces were extremely close to each other and that's how Hermione saw every little details of Malfoy's face. His skin was perfectly pale and he had a little cute on his right eyebrow. But what was the most surprising was the colour of his eyes. They were grey, but not in a vapid way. His eyes were the most beautiful silver that Hermione had ever seen, with a few sparkles of black at the center. She was completely mesmerised by them. It was only after 10 seconds that she realised in what position she was :
« Oh ! Merlin's beard ! Malfoy are you alright ? » she asked still laying on him.
His reaction was unpredictable. He actually laughed.
« Oh my god ! Hahahahahahaha ! I'm fine don't worry ! It's just, we're so ridiculous ! And you should've seen your face !» and he continued to laughed. Hermione was just staring at him, speechless, as he was wiping a tear from his eye.
« Excuse me ! You were the one trying to make believe like you were in total control ! » And, it was her turned to laugh.
« I was not ! »he said with a fake shocked expression.
« You're such a drama queen ! »
« A drama king, please ! »
They were both on the ground, laughing like mads.
It was at this moment that Harry and Ginny decided to come out of the common room (yes, because the stairs stopped at the Griffondor floor). They found two giggling teenagers, hair messy, on the ground but they were surely not expecting them to be Hermione and Malfoy.