(Welcome to my second Harry Potter story. Yes this will be posted along with my Weasely Twin story. This story is going to be a little darker, which should be expected because it is about Draco. This story exists in the same universe as my other story, so the original characters cross over. If you've read my other story then you've already met Charlie and you know a little bit about her character. The reason I post this now is because now the two stories almost line up, each is now taking place in Goblet of Fire.
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The fire that burned against the inky stone barely lit the common room, no flickering light reaching past the circle of people gathered around its warmth. The green lanterns decorating the ceiling had long been dimmed, turned low in the early hours of the morning. Charlie Camson didn't know what time it was now, but they had set themselves across the dark leather of the couches shortly after lights out when the rest of Slytherin house had disappeared into their dorms. She was only there because her cousin had been ordered to make sure she made more friends, the three she had not satisfying enough to her aunt and mother. So here she sat, pushed back into the same corner she had made her imprint in the first time she joined Blaise's group of acquaintances and listening to the rumbling voices of the idiots sitting in front of the fireplace argue if it was possible to turn flames different colors without magic or not.

"You cannot. Muggles are too stupid to be able to do that." Crab rolled his eyes. "You can too! I saw it." Goyle argued back, his face turning red. This had been going on for the past twenty minutes with no sign of stopping, the rest of the group quietly conversing around them or staring off into the darkness. Charlie was growing extremely tired of it, her brain cells slowly dying beneath the pale skin of her forehead listening to the two dolts argue without reason. Sighing loudly she sat up from her position leaned back over the arm of the couch, pushing pitch black hair behind her ear to turn on them.

"You can too, with chemicals. Like if you add salt to a fire it turns bright yellow, or Borax makes it turn green." Charlie said lazily, more interested in getting them to stop their stupid argument than sharing knowledge. She felt Blaise shift beside her, sighing softly and looking at her a bit harshly. She returned her cousins glare with one of her own, furrowing her brows in confusion at his anger in her. He'd been acting like this to her ever since she came back for third year with a new outlook, almost punishing her for opening up and coming out of the shadows in the year before. Now it was their fourth year, and it had gone on too long. The room became painfully quiet, conversations pausing as people glanced at her and goosebumps raising on her arms others stared.

"It's speaks." Came a voice from the floor in front of her, the boy at her feet busying himself with braiding his long dark hair. "Shut it Avon." She retorted, planting her toes into the back of his shoulders hard. He stuck his fingers up crudely back at her over his shoulders. She laughed slightly at the response; the humor short lived as she became aware of the person staring at her with a confusing expression from the opposite side of the fireplace.

"What's her name again?" Pale grey eyes questioned as they turned towards her cousin beside her. Rolling her eyes as his nerve to direct the question towards anyone but her, she scoffed loudly before answering before Blaise had the chance. "It's Charlie, Charlie Camson. You know my name Malfoy." She answered, locking eyes with Draco Malfoy as he turned his gaze back to her sharply. His expression seemed like a mix of intrigue and disgust, appalled she had answered his question even though it had not been directed at her. The curiosity behind the look that raised his brow stirred the familiar feeling of attraction in Charlie's chest that had plagued her since the previous year when it had infected her in a very similar position. She realized they were staring at each other when he spoke again, pointed features pulled into a teasing sneer.

"What kind of name is Charlie for a girl?" the Slytherin prince asked, Crab and Goyle snickering at his oh-so-clever retort. Annoyance drew her lip up sarcastically, her eyes staying locked on his as he gloated with a wide grin. "What kind of name is Draco for anybody?" she replied, laughing slightly to herself when Avon drew out a quiet addition of "Burn" through the silence that followed. Pushing herself up from the leather coach, threw a cocky raise of her brows towards Draco before turning to retire to the girl's dormitories with his stare burning into her back the entire way.

The next morning at breakfast she found her place beside her friends taken by Goyle, his bulging body bending the bench as the small and dainty Moira leaned away from him while she stirred her tea. "Move Goyle." Charlie demanded, blowing her bangs out of her face and tucking the strands that were already falling from her bun behind her ear. "You can't sit here." He grunted in reply, digging into a plate of food as Crab snickered from his usual place a few seats down. "Why the hell not?" she questioned, hands planting firmly on her hips as she glared down at his squished face. When no reply came she pulled her wand from her robe, twirling the near white wood between her fingers and pressing the tip to the back of his head. "I will make you move Goyle. And it will not be fun." She muttered dangerously, feeling the stares of her fellow Slytherins rolling off her back. The boy quickly scrambled up from his spot, picking up his plate and moving back down to his usual seat.

"Oh bloody hell the seats warm." Charlie muttered as she sat down, crossing her legs and beginning to make her plate as the people next to her laughed at her disgust. "What the hell was that about?" She asked the strawberry blonde across from her, watching the girl turn her head towards her and shrug. "No idea." Her misty voice carried across the table lighter than air, the strong scent of her chai she drank for breakfast every morning floating with her breath. Lilona was apathetic and mysterious as always, even when her dark circles had begun to poke out from under the thick bangs over her eyes. "It has something to do with Malfoy." Moira stated from her place next to Charlie, chestnut curls poking out in all directions as she added yet more honey to her tea. "He said something to Goyle when they walked in, and then Goyle sat down in your spot. He didn't even acknowledge us when we asked him to move. It was very rude." The girls pouting purple lips pulled back in repulsion, crooked teeth peeking out as she sipped her tea.

"You say one thing to that boy and he turns into a seven year old." The comment caused the small group to erupt into laughter, Moira falling into Charlies shoulder as amusement sparkled in her dark eyes. Movement from across the table caught her eye as Charlie looked up to see Morgan signing something across the table to Lilona. "What is it?" she asked as Lilona signed something back, her fingers moving quickly and languidly before she turned to Charlie. "He's asking what you said. You need to learn quicker." The blonde smirked, causing the dark haired boy to wince in embarrassment like he usually did when someone mentioned learning sign language to speak with him. "I made a comment to shut Crab and Goyle up. He asked Blaise what my name was, I answered him." Charlie said, pouring herself a glass of juice and glancing down at the Slytherin prince sitting a few feet down. "I told him my name, he made fun of it. I made fun of his. We then had tea and talked about the weather." She finished, smiling as Moira snorted into her eggs. The feeling of being watched sent a chill down the dark haired girl's spine, Charlie turning her eyes to meet the cold grey that was watching her from down the table. Her gaze couldn't break away; green freckled brown locked into grey until Blaise sitting down next to her snapped her away, her head turning back towards her friends.

"You fancy him." Moira said with a smile, scooting over to allow the newest addition to their group more room to sit. "Who fancies who?" Bleddyn asked as he began to load his plate with food, looking down the table towards Charlie with a raised brow. "Your sister fancies Malfoy." Moira Mordred clarified, pushing the plate of scones down towards the shaggy haired blonde. "Can't say I blame her." Bleddyn answered, green eyes obscured by the teasing wink he sent Charlie's way. "I do not fancy Malfoy." She lied, tearing apart a piece of toast before popping some into her mouth. All four people turned to look at her, brows raised at her statement and at Blaise who had spoken up. "You can do better, Malfoy is a prick." The tall boy said, looking out of the corner of his eye at Charlie with a smile. "Well Blaise you blew your kind words for the day before I've even finished breakfast, that's a new record." She laughed, nudging him with her shoulder gently before returning to her breakfast.

"She can like whoever she pleases, it's not negotiable." Lilona placed her fork down with a soft clang, leaning her chin on her hands after pushing the empty plate away from her. Morgan signed to her, thankfully taking the attention away from Charlie and onto himself as he rapidly formed words with his hands. "I eat enough. We're not talking about this now." Was all Lilona signed back before she stood, slinging her knit bag over her shoulder before holding her hand out to the second year girl Josie had hardly noticed until now. Ailisa Nortrad was a very small girl much like her sister, the same dreamy air surrounding her and the same pale hair framing her face. Their family had been rumored to be descendants of the great psychic Nostradamus, and one look at the siblings would have you believing. The only differences in appearance between Lilona and her younger, smaller sister were that Alisa's hair parted directly down the middle to reveal deep obsidian orbs peeking out from the dark circles that surrounded her eyes and a dark birthmark shaped like a star stood out from the center of her cheek. This birthmark dipped inward when she smiled, as it did now that she smiled a goodbye at Bleddyn and stood to follow her sister out of the hall.

"Where do those two go?" Bleddyn asked, stuffing a piece of toast between his lips with a raised brow. "None of your business." Moira answered, glancing down towards the end of the table. "Do you think Malfoy heard?" she asked, hushed voice almost inaudible in the roar of the students. "I really don't care; nothing will come from my friends gossiping that I fancy him." Charlie answered, stabbing the strawberry on her plate before turning to look at her. "Please don't go around spreading that I like Malfoy, I'll never hear the end of it." Moira only nodded, smiling widely as her curls bounced. "Of course. We're in this together, right?" she said, pouring herself more tea. Soon enough the only people left at the table of the group were Morgan and Charlie, the latter of which had busied herself with sketching in the corner of her Potions notes with the leftover ink in her quill from writing to her mother earlier in the morning while the former finished his breakfast. A tap on the table rose Charlie from her strokes, blowing her bangs out of her face to look at Morgan as he slid down closer to her.

"Are you ok?"he signed, brows knit in worry as he looked at her."I'm fine, just tired." She replied, fingers moving slower than his as she formed the words. "You pretend to not know how to sign when they're here. Why?"Morgan asked, a small smirk twitching at the corner of his lips. "Our conversations are our conversations. We don't need to share them. I'm not perfect at it yet." She replied, fumbling a bit on the longer words. He only nodded, drinking the last of his orange juice before standing and holding a hand out to her. Rolling up her parchment, she shook her head before nodding it down the table. "I promised a third year my Herbology notes from last year in exchange for sweets." She said, laughing as the broad boy rolled golden eyes and turned to walk away. Charlie got down to the small dark boy she had found panicking over his classes at the far end of the table, handing him the large roll of parchment with a smile as he handed her a bag of sweets he had gotten on family vacation. It wasn't until she began to leave the hall that trouble arose, her way down the stairs blocked by three sets of feet that she spied over the top of the class schedule she had received that morning.

She looked up to meet the chests of Crab and Goyle, her eyes rolling hard enough to give her a headache as she looked up at them. "Can I help you?" she asked as politely as possible, folding her schedule and placing it into her pocket. "Camson, what a surprise meeting you here. " Malfoy drawled as he appeared around Goyle, hands shoved into the pockets of his robes as he sneered. "Yes, it's an awful shock to run into you on the stairs to the dungeons. It's like we're not even in the same house whose dorms are located in the basement or that we could possibly have Potions at this time." Charlie replied, voice rolling with sarcastic astonishment as she watched his eyes narrow slightly. His annoyance in her didn't last long, his eyes wandering down her arm to notice the velvet bag clutched in her hand. "What's that?" he asked, reaching forward to take it from her hands. She lifted the bag and poured some of its contents into her hand before his fingers could even brush the fabric. "It's candy, would you like some? " She replied, holding her palm flat to offer the foiled covered treats to him. The shock in his eyes softened his face, his features seeming less pointed and more pleasant than usual. "Probably disgusting and cheap." He replied as his face hardened again. "Or cursed." Crab added, shuffling behind the pack leader with his tail between his legs. "You're probably right." She said as she unwrapped one, the dark cocoa specked with flakes of crisp white coconut standing out from its light silver foil. Popping it into her mouth she let it melt on her tongue before raising a brow and walking around them, stepping down the stairs with a bounce as she called behind her. "If you would like one just ask!" The deepness of her voice echoed off the walls; back up towards the three boys that she had left behind her.

Draco and Charlie had always been like this, at least since she stopped acting like a skittish mouse and gained her confidence last year. Ever since she started talking in the group of spoiled rotten Slytherins she had been getting bad reactions, they were too used to her being a quiet girl who only talked when you spoke to her, someone to get notes and homework off of. Charlie was still giving as ever and would gladly share with anyone who asked, they just had to ask her in the right way. Many of them did not ask the right way, especially her cousin and Malfoy, who had gotten very angry with her the first time they denied them access to her things.

"Camson, give us your notes." Blaise sat next to Charlie as Potions ended after her partner, Moira, had left for the library, hands clasp in front of him as Draco leaned on his elbows and smirked down at her. Charlie couldn't help but stutter as her mouth went dry as she looked up at him, catching her lip between teeth before rolling up her parchment. "Maybe if you ask nicely later, Malfoy, I will." She answered, packing her things up in her bag and standing to leave. Blaise watched from his seat as Draco blocked her way out, arms on each desk and his nose inches from hers as he scowled at her. "Why should I have to ask you again?" he sneered, straitening up and looking down his long nose at her. Charlie kept her knees from shaking and willing the flush on her cheeks to stay away for a few moments longer. With a step forward she had her chest almost flushed against his, hands braced on the desks so her fingers brushed the tips of his in a mimic of his stance. She tried her hardest to keep her gaze hard as she stared up into cold blue-grey.

"Because as a fellow Slytherin of long-line pure-blood you should know a few things about respect." She said, her voice shaking dangerously. Another boy in the room whistled loudly, triggering a couple loud mouth Gryffindors who had lagged behind to hoot at the standoff happening in front of them. As Charlie felt her cheeks heat up, she pushed past the fair-haired Slytherin prince and walked swiftly out of the room.

It had seemed that since the moment Draco realized that Charlie wasn't going to back down to him or return his cruelty back, he'd been giving her more attention than when she was just another girl that hung out with his acquaintances. The two of them had formed a competitive relationship, and this year was most likely not going to be any different than the last. In fact, it seemed to be turning out to be even better.