The next day, Ron and Camille woke up in each other's beds. After a slight moment of confusion, they realized what had happened and, using Harry's invisibility cloak, ran back to their dorms to get ready for the day. During history of magic, Hermione and Harry cornered Ron as Professor Babbling was dealing with a student who had eaten a Puking Pastel.
"How did it go, did you ask her out?" Asked Harry.
"No, she fell asleep on me, and I ended up falling asleep as well. When we woke up, we were in each other's beds." Ron answered.
"Oh, Fred and George. They were joking about doing something like that, but I thought they were joking."
Harry nodded in agreement. They continued to question Ron about his night, meanwhile Draco attacked Camille (with questions) in herbology.
"How did it go?"
"How did what go?" Camille was confused because there was no way he could have known about last night. She didn't tell anyone.
"Last night, when Ron asked you out." Draco said eagerly.
"What!?"
"Oh, did the Weasel become a chicken? Thought he would."
"No, no, we fell asleep together, but he was supposed to ask me out?"
"Yea, Luna and Dean planned a whole thing, but you guys fell asleep together?"
"Um... yea."
"Lucky, Harry says we can't sleep together because I get night sweats."
Draco sashayed away, his maid dress swishing in the morning air.
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A Ramille Story
FanfictionIf you are Camille who is 17, then this story is for you. If not, look away or you shall suffer the consequences. If you are Camille who is 16, then this story is for you. If not, look away or you shall suffer the consequences.
