Fluffy Rumbelle One-Shots

Off to Hogwarts

Hogwarts. She was off to Hogwarts. Bellle slipped onto the gleaming scarlet train and eagerly found her seat. She pulled out her book and quickly buried herself inside of it. Unfortunately, Belle couldn't quite lose herself in the book of evil wizards, princesses, and Knights. There were noises coming out of the corridor as the train went underway.

Belle sighed and poked her head out of her compartment to see a boy about her age holding back tears with his fists clenched as a group of older boys laughed and the leader stepped forward raising his wand.

"Hey!"

All of them started, looking at her in surprise. Belle was the most surprised, and she almost backed out to continue timidly reading her book but the way the poor boy backed away from the group and her mother's words, "Do the brave thing and bravery will follow," helped convince her.

"You leave him alone!"

The leader laughed, "You're defending him?! He comes from the a pureblood family who supported He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named! Though to be honest, they probably still do back You-Know-Who."

Belle marched forward with her hands on her hips, "You're supposed to be a prefect! You're not supposed to be bullying others just because his parents didn't make good decisions."

She grabbed the boys arm and dragged him behind her. The boy didn't resist her at all. She slammed compartment door, or as well as she could anyway, and turned to the boy.

"Hello! I'm Belle."

The boy sniffled and avoided her eyes.

"Well, go on, what's your name?"

The boy huffed and spoke in a thick Scottish brogue, "You'd make fun of it if you knew."

Belle sat down beside him, "No, I wouldn't! My name is Belle French- but I'm not from France. I'm from Australia."

The boy smiled slightly, "I've heard of Australia. Is it hot?"

Belle nodded, "Very hot."

The boy sighed and turned to face the petite brunette, holding out his hand, "Rumplesiltskin Malcolm Gold."

Belle knew that name. Lady Gold had been killed by an Auror after she'd killed several muggles. Lord Gold... Gold had been put into Azkaban for doing worse things. He'd been You-Know-Who's right hand man.

Belle ignored the facts that spilled into her head and shook Rumplestiltskin's proffered hand, "Why, that's a brilliant name. I love that fairytale!"

Rumplestiltskin smiled shyly as Belle tapped her chin. "Actually, do you mind if I call you Rumple? Even if it is wonderful, it's still a bit of mouthful."

The boy grinned, "Sure, that's fine."

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Belle laughed and Rumple giggled as the young Mary 'Snow' Margret Blanchard gasped and glared angrily at the laughing David 'Charming' Nolan.

"Now you take after your namesake, Snow!"

The pale girl with flakes of snow decorating her raven hair scooped up a pile of snow and threw it at the still laughing boy. The boy spluttered as he got a face full of snow.

"How do like it now? Doesn't the snow look Charming on you?"

The grounds on Hogwarts was soon filled with snowballs whizzing through the air. Belle and Rumple stayed huddled under the tree in their hastily built snow fort occasionally hitting Felix the prefect and his cronies with snowballs.