A/N: Okaay, so I know that Marcus Flint and Oliver Wood shouldn't be going to Hogwarts anymore, but for my own purposes, they will be seventh years in my story. Thanks for reading!:)

You know when I said that me and Draco Malfoy had a breakthrough? I was completely wrong.

We were into the middle of October now, two weeks until Halloween, and he had been his same old, arrogant, asshole self the entire time.

Theo and I though, are still as good of friends as ever. He's polite, well mannered, and a complete gentleman.

I wish I could say that about all the boys at Hogwarts.

On this particular morning, I was sitting at the breakfast table with Theodore, Blaise, Draco, and the girl that Draco was chatting up at the bonfire. I had found out that indeed, her name was Pansy. Poor thing. I had only been around her in the common room and classes, as she was always hanging on Malfoy's arm like a leech, and I already didn't like her. She was whiny, self-centered, and to put it lightly, ugly.

I was sipping a cup of warm tea, for once not involved in conversation. Theo and Blaise were talking animatedly to each other, while Pansy was currently sucking the life out of Draco's neck. Not something you want to see so early in the morning. Anytime of day, really. Suddenly, I heard the loud clearing of a throat, and noticed that Dumbledore had stepped up to his podium.

"Students, I hope you are all enjoying your breakfast. I have a bit of news to share with you all." His light blue eyes twinkled mischeviously. "I would like to inform you all of an upcoming Halloween Ball!"

The cheering of the students was deafening. Even I couldn't hide the delightful smile on my face.

The Head Master continued. "It will be a masquerade, and ladies should aquire an escort. Masks must be worn, and please, no costumes, though that sounds delightful, I'm sure." He chuckled slightly. "Now, enjoy your day of classes."

I turned to the two boys beside me, Theo and Blaise. "Wonderful! I was starting to think this place would never have a proper ball! At Beaubatons, we had one practically every other weekend."

Both of the boys scrunched up their faces. "That sounds absolutely horrid!" Said Theo. "Having to wear dress robes so often, posh."

Blaise shook his head in agreement. "And what did you do for escorts? Beaubatons is an all girls school, afterall."

I rolled my eyes. "Obviously we brought boys from other schools, mostly Durmstrang boys."

It was their turn to roll their eyes. We started to get up from our seats and head toward hour first class of the day, Potions. We took our regular seats, Theo and I together and Blaise infront of us with Draco, who we had left back at the breakfast table. While the two boys engaged in conversation about an Arithmancy exam we had coming up, I was caught up in my own thoughts of the ball. Mostly, thoughts of a date. He would have to be tall, which wouldn't be hard as I stand at barely five foot three inches, he would have to be slim, and handsome, and have a dazzling smile. I could think of a few boys that fit that description in one way or another, most of them not in the Slytherin house. There were Fred and George Weasley, who would be perfect, though I can say I wouldn't know which one to choose. And of course there was Blaise or Theo, but I wouldn't want to risk our friendship with something romantic. There was Cormac McLaggen, but I don't think I'd enjoy going with someone who only thought with his biceps... no matter how nice they are. Then there was Marcus Flint, who only fit my description of tall. But thinking of Marcus Flint got me thinking of another Quidditch Captain, who fit my description perfectly. Oliver Wood, Gryffindor, seventh year student. Tall, slim, handsome, and has a dazzling smile. Perfect. Now I just have to introduce myself, and make him feel comfortable enough to ask me to the ba-

My thoughts were interrupted by none other than Draco Malfoy. He plopped in his seat next to Blaise. "Thank you so much for leaving me alone at the breakfast table, I appreciated it so very much." He snarled. Blaise and Theo each cocked an eyebrow and I shimmied up higher in my seat.

Combing out my hair with my fingers, I sneered at him. " Oh, come off it Draco, you were too busy sucking face with your dog."

He growled, turning around in his seat, his attention now on Proffessor Snape, who had entered the classroom. I tried my hardest to pay attention to his lecture on memory brews, but my mind kept drifting off towards Oliver Wood and how I was going to hook him. The one boy who has never talked to me, let alone glanced my way. What a challenge this was going to be.

After lunch, I made my way to Herbology, who I didn't have with any of my close friends, but I did have it with Gryffindor students, none of which I knew accept Harry Potter, Seamus Finnegan, Neville Longbottom, and Dean Thomas.

I took my seat next to my partner, a Slytherin girl who was extremely quiet and had yet to tell me her name. We were working on planting Devil's Snare, but she wouldn't let me touch a thing. She said she was content with doing it herself. I sure as hell didn't complain.

As I was twirling my hair, trying to find a way to entertain myself, Harry Potter caught my eye. He was working with Neville Longbottom, who seemed to be doing all the work, and laughing at something Seamus had said. And before I could stop myself, I was on my way over to him, my black pumps clacking against the stone floor. None of the boys saw me take the stool next to him, until I cleared my throat. Seamus went back to working with Dean and Harry turned to me with a smile. "Oh, hello Cherie, doing well?"

I smiled at him. Such a gentleman. A little awkward, but polite none the less. "Hello Harry, I'm doing fine, thanks. Theres something I'd like to ask you, actually."

He nodded, his eyes sparkling. "Yeah, yeah, anything, go ahead."

I leaned in closer to him and lowered my voice. "I was wondering, what you could tell me about Oliver Wood." I finished with a smile.

He furrowed his brow and turned completely to face me in his seat. "Oh...well, may I ask why you want to know?"

I smiled brightly. "No particular reason, just my own interests."

He nodded again."Alright, well, Oliver, he's... confident, a good friend to have around when you're in a tight spot. Very determined. Doesn't think about girls much though, theres no room in his brain for anything but Quidditch. Uhh, I guess he's a pretty great guy, overall."

I hopped down from my seat and planted a kiss on his pale cheek. "Thanks Harry, you're a pretty great guy yourself." He turned a vibrant color of red as I made my way back to my seat, just as the bell rang, signaling time to go to our next class. I grabbed my bag and headed for the castle.

Doesn't think about girls much, huh? Well, that will just have to change.

I had made my way back up to the castle and was filing through the corridor, trying not to ram into other passing students. We had ten minute passing periods, as the school was so large. I was about two minutes in. That meant I had eight minutes left to find Oliver, chat with him, and get to my next class. I started walking faster. A few people tried to talk to me along the way, but I waved them off. I was on a mission.

I was in the east corridor now, infront of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and decided to stop and take a look around, to see if I could spot him. Seven minutes left.

Just as I was about to give up and continue on my way to class, I spotted a head of light brown hair coming my way. I smiled, fixed my hair, and stepped back out into the flow of traffic just as he passed me.

But I wasn't expecting the small first year Hufflepuff girl to dart in front of me, causing me to trip over my own feet and crash right into my designated target. Both of our books scattered to the floor, papers mixing together. We both dropped to our knees to gather them.

I gave him a weak smile. "Sorry about that, I wasn't expecting the girl to dart in front of me."

He chuckled and smiled back. Dazzling smile? Check. "Don't worry about it, it's not the first time its happened. Here." He handed me a few of my papers and my Quidditch schedule.

We both stood and I took them from his hands. Tall? Check. "I'm Cherie, by the way."

He nodded. "I'm Oliver, and I know who you are. Fifth year transfer from Beaubatons and Chaser for Slytherin." I furrowed my brow, he laughed. "A good Quidditch player always knows his competition."

I laughed. "Well, I'm sure you're a wonderful Quidditch player, then."

"Oh, I am, if I do say so myself." He put his hand on my upper arm. "But it wouldn't matter if I was good or not, I always keep track of pretty girls." Oliver winked and started backing away. "See you around, Cherie." I smiled and gave a small wave.

Doesn't think about girls my ass.

I started down the hall to my next class, Arithmancy. Two minutes to spare.

Just as I was about to enter the classroom, I felt someone fall in step with me. "Associating with arrogant Quidditch players now Cherie? You really have a thing for scum, don't you?"

I could tell from the cold, arrogant voice that it was Draco. We walked into the classroom and I glared at him. "Oh please Malfoy, the only scum I've associated with today is you." I turned and took my seat next to a waiting Theodore, and tried to forget all about the blonde prick sitting in front of me, only wanting to think of one very dashing Quidditch Captain.