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I would like to thank all that reviewed, and yes I realized there were a bunch of mistakes, and I feel terrible and apologize profusely. This story was supposed to be a one shot fanfic, and I guess I can't do that anymore, because you guys responded so well to it. My name is Emily, and I purely put this story on her in spite of some friends, that usually don't agree with my ideas, and didn't care for this story in particular. Well I guess you showed them. That's a big thanks really. I hope you all review more, and pass this story on to others (hint hint) and enjoy more chapters to come. I will try to update as soon as possible but life is hectic and not always on my side. So please bear with me with waits, grammar errors and everything else that just makes you mad.

Thanks all, oh yes I don't own Harry Potter, I just like writing about it, but I do own Camile, she is mine and you will love her, and hate her. But we really owe great many thanks to J.K. Rowling because with out here. I would probably not doing this right now.

Enjoy the book. I was inspired to write a little bit about Ron, a prequel if you might say. And this is the first one. I think this will be the kind of story between present and passed experiences, like Ron and Camile, Harry and Hermione excursions, and if the two will ever find each other again.

Thanks again

Emily

Meeting the girl, I fell for.

Her name was Camile. Camile Deflouer. Ron sat quietly in his tux petting the picture frame. The girl in the picture was smiling, winking and blowing kisses at him. All the actions lovers give to each other. The was what she felt at the time. He didn't know what went wrong, or what he did but she was gone now.

He remembered that he met her on the brief excursion to France for a quick game in Paris, against the new posh designer team the Paris Towers. Recently constructed because a bunch of designer companies got together thinking this was a great marketing strategy. The team was a laugh to all in the quidditch community.

The Towers were a joke to the Cannons, and Ron didn't take the team seriously. Although the Saturday morning when the whistle was blown and quaffle was tossed into the air it was a totally different story. The chasers were superb to say the least. They had quick maneuvers and threw the quaffle before the bludgers had a chance to make half the distance to the player.

Ron wasn't too afraid. He was good. Hell after his fifth year at hogwarts he got his game in gear and played quidditch outside for the rest of the break. Anything he could get charmed by his brothers he used as practice. Branches, golf balls, his father's batteries, and eventually little pebble to hone his sight.

But that day, as he looked up the blonde hair of the chaser caught his eyes and before he had a chance to snap his concentration the quaffle soared through the goal.

The girl smiled, and a feeling in the pit of his stomach made him feel like he was back in second year. He needed to vomit. Hopefully there would be no slugs.

The game did end well for the Cannons. Ron pulled himself together in the end and gave the girl a challenge. He started to chuckle after a few of her throws cause the chaser was getting frustrated and wasn't that quiet about it.

In the pitch after the game his mates even commented on his performance.

"Bloody hell Weasley, nice game out there." Barked Lewis Strommund, he was a chaser and the oldest quidditch player for the team, also the team's captain.

"Yeah enjoyed yourself out there Ronnie?" An Irish lad, Ian McDougal laughed patting him on the back. He was one of the beaters. "Don't you agree Arch?"

"Yep, that one lass was about to take her broomstick and shove it up your arse." Arch commented and went back to packing his bag. "Oh captain my captain." Arch yelled at Lewis. He was muggleborn. "How bloomin long do we have to rest in the flea bitten town?"

"Shove it Arch." Lewis said. "We have to stay here for a few days I believe."

"You tell me where to shove it baby and I will." Arch said wiggling his eye brows at the captain causing Ron and Ian to laugh. Lewis glowered at his beater and stalked off out of the locker room.

"He wasn't to happy tonight." Ron said pulling his jersey off. "Considering we did win an all."

"Oh that don't matter much to Lewis. This is just a level one team, and besides the darling didn't get much scores tonight." Ian said pushing his broom into his bag.

"Yeah not like the bint that was throwing them left and right at you." Arch winked. "You gonna go get that girl?" Ron was taken back. "What the sexual tension was about as palpable as me standing before you."

"I-I-I don't know what you are talking about." Ron muttered and stalked off out of the locker room himself. The two beaters followed behind and swung their arms around Ron's shoulders.

"Oh Ronnie, we are going out tonight, you need a good shag my friend."

Ron didn't get a good shag that night, but he did end up at the same pub as the Towers. The team was quite decent and the three had a blast partying with them. But the one chaser wasn't there until later that night.

Ron had been sitting watching the dance floor. Looking at and seeing his friends swarmed by girls of all ages until he heard a voice behind him.

"Vhat zee hell are you doing here." The girl spouted off in French and Ron turned to see who was angry. It was her.

"Uh, excuse me but did you sneeze or say something?" Ron asked.

"Oh your stupid brits, you sink you are so funny." Camile snapped at him. "Vhy is it that you are sitting in zis pub."

Ron took a drink of his beer and looked to her. "I thought it was quite obvious, me the brit was enjoying a drink in the company of your teammates." He waved over at the dance floor, some waved back but the otheres were to busy with their conquests.

"Vell I vant nosing to do vith you, now vhy don't you go." Camile said crossing her arms about her waist. "Get going."

"You can't make me, you don't own the pub." Ron challenged and took another swig of his beer. She muttered something in French to Ron, and he went back to drinking in peace. That was when she bounced up and took a seat across from him. "What do you want now?"

"Vell if zis is my teammates table, zen I vill be sitting vith zem." Camile said glowering at Ron. He shrugged and went back to watching the dancers. "Vhy do you just sit there?"

"Because I can." Ron snapped and set his drink down.

"You are nozing like zee British people I hav met before." Camile said quietly. "You are a good keeper though."

"Yeah well I try." Ron said.

"You are very rude."

"No you are."

"Pighead."

"Spoiled brat."

"Ill mannered boy."

"Cow."

"Arrogant brit."

"Stupid Frenchie." Ron grumbled and the next thing that happened was quite a blur. He was standing before her, he pulled her up and kissed passionately.

"Vhy did you kiss me?" Camile asked shoken but still leaning against Ron.

"Cause I thought it would shut you up for a few minutes." Ron said pushing his forehead against hers. "Hey you want to skip this place?"

"Vhat to you mean by skip zis place?" Camile asked.

"Leave, not stay here, our bodies would physically be somewhere else." Ron said and this time she cut him off with kissing him.

"I vould like zat a lot."

The two snuck away into the late night air. Both feeling awkward about how to talk, touch or just be around each other. But half way down the street his hand met hers and after breaking the ice barrier they were quite comfortable.

They found a quiet café, and soon both sipping coffee and talking.

"Zis is crasy, I don't even know what you are named." Camile said shaking her head. She just met this strange Englishmen and next thing she knew they were kissing holding hands, and practically on what grounds she considered to be date three grounds.

"Why is it crazy, we are two foreign people, caught up in the love and passion of france." Ron said gesturing to the world around them. "By the way I am Ron Weasley."

"Oh, Wessley, vhy does zat name rwing a bell?" She asked tapping her temple.

"You might know my brothers, Fred and George Weasley."

"Oh yes I vemember." She laughed. "I ave met you brozers a couple of times. They still have zer joke shop right?"

"They have a couple now, a few in England and a couple in the big cities of Europe." Ron said.

"It is to bad, zey don't ave vone here in Paris." Camile said. "Oui, my name is Camile Deflouer."

"Yes, I know I remember them screaming your name at the game today." Ron scoffed. "Oh yes by the way it did feel good to beat your bloody team."

"Vell you sure verent impressionable vhen I scored against you." She laughed and took a bite of her custard.

"You scored on me four times princess, and the last two were penalty shots and I had to be atleast twenty feet away from the goals." Ron said defending his keeper ego.

"I vas just kitting." She laughed.

"Well princess pouty when ever she didn't score, you shouldn't tease about quidditch, it's a highly sensitive subject to me. I take it to heart." Ron posed dramatically with a hand of his heart and pushing her away. She started to giggle and soon they were entwined again lips on lips.

"Vhat is zis zat you called me?" She asked pushing him away. "Princess pouty."

"Yes, you are princess pouty." He remarked and took a bit of her dessert. He had finished his own already. She allowed him one bite but when his fork returned for seconds she slapped it away.

"No, zis is mine, you go get your own." She said snottily.

"Sheesh my neice shares more then you do." Ron whined. "Besides I don't want to go up there by myself, the lady was looking at me weird."

"No, she vas looking at you like she vanted you." Camile said slapping his hand again. "Zis is my desert."

"You are a snot."

"Oh is zee vittle Wessley afraid of zee big bad vaitress."

"No, but I don't want to go over there letting the waitress think I want anything to do with her." Ron started. "Besides I already have a lovely young lady right here. A beautiful young brilliant chaser."

"I don't care, you arent getting any of my dessert." She smiled and took a bite just for extra effect. Ron rolled his eyes and sat back in his chair.