A Ramille Story

Chapter 8--------D

The one with The Date. (Camille POV)

Sometimes, I still can't fathom that Ron and I ended up together - I mean, who would have thought, really, that he fancied me back? But these past few weeks have felt akin to a fever dream - what with our N.E.W.T.S. descending upon us as swift as the dementors Harry speaks of. The studying was rather dreary, but Ron was an ace study mate, though I'd like to consider us as more than mates at this point. If you asked Ron, I'm sure he'd agree.

Now that Hogwarts is out for the summer, I spend most of my time at my manor, with my muggle parents and sisters. It's not dreadful, I sleep in most days, til' the sun streams through my blue curtains and wakes me up. This morning, I'm awoken by a slight tapping on my window, and I open it to reveal Ron's owl Pig. Pig's almost crushed by the weight of the letter he carries in his beak, and I gently take it, while petting him softly.

I begin to read the letter and a soft smile begins to spread across my lips. Ron's asked me on a date! I re-read the parchment and gleam that he wants us to go to Hogsmeade this coming Saturday. Immediately, I scribble a letter to Harry as to what I should wear on the date. Although Harry himself has a lousy fashion sense, he's probably with Draco, who somehow knows how to dress elegantly, despite the foul words that come out of his mouth sometimes.

Harry responds rather quickly, but the neat scrawl on the parchment tells me it's Draco's writing. His words say that I should dress in something comfortable since Ron "clearly wouldn't care whether you arrived like you were dressed to visit a Muggle nudist colony or trying to cosplay the Weasel's fourth year Yule Ball robes". Unhelpful, but the rest of the letter continues to say to wear something blue, as it will complement my eyes or something in a shade of yellow. I still have some time to plan my outfit, since the date is in a few days, but you can never start too early I guess.

Today's the day! I wake up excessively early and spend a few hours stewing in my own nervousness. Then, I get dressed in a soft blue sweater and jeans (with pockets, of course). I take a portkey to Hogwarts (because I've decided you can use magic in this story outside of Hogwarts without a degree so don't ask questions). I stumble out of the portkey and crash right into the very bloke himself - Ron.

"Oi!" he exclaims, steadying me by my arm. "I've got you falling for me already, haven't I?"

"Oh bugger off," I say, and give him a good shove.

"Shall we?" he asks, and I'm nodding my head in affirmation.

We walk to Hogsmede from Diagon Alley, and the path is pleasant as is the weather. While the sun isn't fully out, it's still a mild temperature, just chilled enough for me to use the cold as an excuse to cozy into Ron as we walk down the streets. He holds open the door to Honeydukes for me, like a true gentleman (bare minimum) and we sit in a quaint little corner booth. It's a little awkward before he begins to yawn. Seriously, is he tired of me already? But then he raises both his arms and drapes the one closest to me over my shoulder. We both burst out giggling.

"That was so daft of you," I say, between gasps of air.

"You know you loved it" He retorts back, and I can't bring myself to disagree. He takes a deep breath and begins to start what sounds like a speech.

"My darling, I can't believe we hit each other when you came earlier today, and I know this has been very hard for you, and it's a pretty big deal-"

"That's what she said."