A Ramille Story

Chapter 1 - Camille POV

The ride to Hogwarts, was, as per usual, an exciting event. Long, possibly arduous, but nevertheless exciting all the same. Beginning with the platform incident, of course. A young girl (no younger than 12, really), although her short stature surely could indicate otherwise, was clearly struggling to board the train. Rather, she hadn't even made it onto Platform 9¾. Her small, round face was framed by brown bangs and a smattering of freckles only served to highlight the redness of her cheeks. She was obviously crying, or had been, for quite some time. Sighing, I waded through the crowd, until I reached her small figure.

"Do you need some assistance?"

"No." The girl sniffled.

"Are you sure?" I responded.

"Okay but that's only because I like your hair. Your mum must be really good at plaiting"

"Erm- I plait my own hair, as it were. Now, you really must be getting on your way or you'll miss the train."

I gently usher her body forward through the wall and subsequently, between the platforms. She seems to spot her classmates and runs to them, me all but forgotten amongst the jubilant energy of reuniting with one's friends.

"Lost in thought?"

I jumped, as I indeed was, lost in thought. "Ah! Ron Weasly I almost hexed your face off!"

"Well that would give him a better chance with the ladies." Fred smirked, sauntering up to Ron and I.

I hadn't even noticed Fred in the bustling crowd. Where Fred was, George was soon to follow, and according, George materialized beside his twin.

"Not that he had a chance to start off with anyways."

They laughed as Ron stared angrily at his brothers.

Personally, I disagreed. But they needn't know that, now did they?

Fred and George chuckled, Fred ruffling Ron's red hair in what I'm sure he thought was an affection gesture, and they both proceeded to enter one of the train cars.

"Where's Ginny?" I asked. Ron's younger sister was nowhere to be seen.

"Got on with Luna a while ago. She thinks now that she's got a girlfriend before me that entitles her to..."

"Ron, the train!"

"Bloody hell mate!"

The train has begun to move, great puffs of steam floating in the air from the front. I start running, only to realize that Ron (that absolute wanker) has dropped his trunk. He picks it up and runs after me.

Oh bugger it.

I run back towards him and grab his hand. It fits comfortably in mine, a little warm but not sweaty, and I yank him alongside me. By the time we jump onto the train, we are winded and slump into the nearest padded bench. Too late, I notice we have gotten into the same box car as the most famous (or infamous) couple at Hogwarts.

"Had a bit of an adventure have we?" Draco smirks.

Harry looks up at him from where he is laying his head in Draco's lap as if to say watch it. Ever since Harry whipped Draco into shape, his personality has become marginally less nasty. Marginally. And although I could see the appeal of that sort of personality, I preferred nice, funny blokes, with penchants for eating chicken drumsticks, and fluffy ginger hair...

I startle out of my reverie by Ron shaking me by the shoulders gently.

"We're here," He says.

I look directly up to see his face right above me.

"Ah!" Our foreheads collide painfully and Ron groans audibly.

"Blimey. You two are as thick as it gets." Harry rolls his eyes and motions for us to follow him out of the train. The fact that he's got Draco's hand in his most definitely does not cause me to look down at Ron's fingers.

All four of us walk to the Great Hall, picking up Luna and Ginny, as well as Hermione, and Dean and Seamus (who always come together). I leave Ron for the Slytherin table, and Draco accompanies me, looking back at Harry periodically. I spend the rest of the sorting hat ceremony in a bit of a daze, and before I know it, my feet have carried me to the Slytherin Common room. It's no surprise that Pansy is already reading on a seat by the fire. I say a quick hello, as I am already feeling the effects of the train ride, and find my bed. My luggage is already at the foot of the bed, and I change into my pyjamas and climb under the warm, snug, covers. I am asleep within minutes.