I wizzed past the Chaser of the opposing team. I was dodging Bludgers left and right, trying not to get hit. Just when I was about to score, I glanced back at the opposing team's Beater. He had no face. Just a smooth layer of skin.

I started panicking now, and when I turned towards the posts again, I noticed that the Keeper didn't have a face either.

None of them did.

I tried to look for members of my own team. I spotted Draco to the left of me, flying after the Snitch.

"Draco!" I screamed. I was frightened.

He couldn't hear me, no matter how loud I screamed. I screamed until my throat felt rough, not noticing that my broom and I were spiraling towards the ground. I landed with a thud, but I didn't feel a thing.

Just then, I heard a group of people cheering, and thought Draco must have caught the Snitch, and the match was over, but when I looked to the stands, no Hogwarts students were cheering. There was a group of faceless people, cheering for the opposing team, who had won the game.

Soon, I was joined by my team on the ground. They were shouting had me.

"Cherie! Can you not do anything right!" Theo yelled and slapped me across the face.

"That's what you get when you associate with scum, you become just as horrid." Draco scolded me.

"We always knew she was a mess-up." Suddenly Fred and George were on the field, also with angry looks on their handsome faces.

I tried to back away from them all, but I ran into a hard body. I turned around and faced Oliver. "Oh Oliver, I'm so sorry, please, make them stop!" I pleaded.

He spit on my shoes. "You're flith. How did I ever think you were pretty? You're the worst Quidditch player I've ever seen. Pathetic little girl!" Just then Angelina Johnson came up and kissed his cheek as he threw an arm around her waist.

She scowled at me. "You disgust me. You filthy whore. He's mine."

I tried to run from them, only to slam into the group of faceless students. There arms snatched at me and they smothered me in their circle.

I screamed.

I awoke with a start. My blankets were tangled around my legs and I could feel sweat on my brow. It was a dream. Just a dream. I glanced at my clock on the bedside table. 7:30 AM, Saturday morning. Which meant in two and a half hours, I had my first Quidditch game of the season. The dream made perfect sense now. I was nervous. I crawled out of bed and took a towel from my trunk, making my way to the bathroom. I turned on the shower, hot enough to scald my skin, undressed, and stepped into the flow. I scrubbed my hair and body thoroughly, staying in the water until it turned cold.

When I got out, I looked at the clock and noticed I had been in there a full hour. It was now 8:30. I hurried and hung my towels to dry, grabbed my quidditch uniform, and ran into the bathroom. I blew out my hair and straightened it. Then I pulled out my make-up bag and applied a few coats of mascara. I spritzed myself with my Chanel No. 5, brushed my teeth, and ran back into the room, where most of my roommates were still sleeping. Most people would think I was going to a lot of work for a sporting event, but I knew that Oliver Wood attended every Quidditch match held, regardless of the houses competing. I stuffed my leisure clothes into my Quidditch bag, followed by a hair brush and a pair of nude-colored heels. I knew that Theo and I were going to Hogsmeade after the match in search of clothing for the ball, and I sure as hell didn't want to go in my uniform.

I swung my bag over my shoulder and glanced at the clock again. 9:15, just enough time. Marcus had said he wanted us there a half hour before the match to warm up and review tactics. I ran down the stairs, out the portrait hole, and way making my way down the hill to the Quidditch pitch when Theo caught up with me. He smiled at me, which I returned. " Hello Cherie, had a good sleep, I hope."

I glanced at him. "No, actually I didn't. I had a horrid dream." I furrowed my brow.

"Oh, well I'm sorry to hear that, you'll have to tell me about it later." His face brightened. "Ready for the match then? We're going to crush those little Hufflepuff pansies!"

I laughed. "Oooh, that makes me think of Pansy! What a horrid thought to think so early in the day!" I shook my head.

It was Theo's turn to laugh as we entered the locker room. "Oh yes! What an ugly girl, I actually feel sorry for the poor thing. What is Draco thinking?"

"He's obviously only thinking with his penis." Theo nodded his head as we both threw our bags in a locker.

The rest of the team was already present, sitting around waiting for Marcus to give us our 'pep-talk'. Theodore and I took a seat on a bench and Flint came bustling in, holding his bag, which he tossed carelessly into an open locker. He stood in the middle of our circle of benches with his arms crossed. "Listen up!" He bellowed, mostly to Blaise and Draco, who were sitting across from us, talking pleasurably. "Now, I know we don't need much of a pep-talk for this one, Hufflepuff will be easy to beat! They have no style and don't have it in 'em to push us around! But that doesn't mean we shouldn't wail on them every chance we get! Now lets get out there make them eat dirt!" Everyone let out a shout of "Slytherin!", grabbed their brooms and headed for the pitch. I tagged along in the back, not knowing exactly what to do. Once out in the open, we all took to the sky, flying stands were already filled, and I thought suddenly of my dream. I glanced to my left and saw a Hufflepuff Chaser. Thankfully he had a face. Theo was to my right, and the other Beater, who ended up being Goyle, was flanking Draco in front of me. Blaise had taken his place at the goal hoops. Astoria Greengrass and a boy named Kevin Longbowl were above me as my fellow Chasers. As Madam Hooch stepped onto the grass below, I scanned the Gryffindor section for Oliver. He was in the front row, watching Madam Hooch intently, and beside him were Fred and George, waving animatedly at me. I smiled at them and waved back.

Hooch blew her whistle. 'Now I want a clean game! That means you Flint!"

I smirked as she opened the box containing the balls and set them free. Draco immediately flew after the Snitch, followed by the Hufflepuff Seeker. Theo and Goyle were hitting bludgers toward anyone in yellow. Astoria had the Quaffle now, and was flying toward the goal posts. Kevin and I followed. After almost getting hit by a well-aimed Bludger, she passed it off to me. I zigzagged around a Hufflepuff Chaser, making my way to the goals. I was about five feet from them when I tossed the Quaffle into the lower-right hoop.

As I looped back around, I could hear Lee Jordan on his microphone. "Ten points, Slytherin! That was Cherie Magnum, there! She just transfered her from Beaubatons Academy, in her fifth year! That's Veela blood in her, men! Quite a looker! I wonder if she would go to the ball with me?" You could here a muffled protest as Proffessor McGonnagal stole the microphone from him and swatted him over the head. A laugh rang through the stands and I couldn't help one from escaping my own lips.

Forty-five minutes later, we were up by thirty, and I had pushed and shoved as much as possible throughout the game. Flint would be proud. I had just escaped a Bludger, when I heard the Slytherin stands go up in a roar of cheers, and Lee Jordan's voice over the intercom. "Draco Malfoy has caught the Snitch! Slytherin wins!"

I grinned as I flew to the ground, only to be thrown into the middle of a team hug. Some of the tough, rugged Slytherin's that I had never even seen crack a smile, were laughing. Theo had thrown me over his shoulder and we all were making our way back to the locker room. I grabbed my bag from my locker and made my way over to the girls area to change. Marcus was saying how wonderful we were, as everyone else was drooling over malfoy, telling him how amazing he is. I could care less if I was part of that or not. I put on a pair of jeggings, nude colored top, black cropped leather jacket, a grey floral printed scarf, and my nude heels. I was brushing out my hair when Theo came around the corner, fully dressed in dark jeans and a black v-neck sweater. "Ready for our Hogsmeade trip Cherie dearest?" He asked, offering me his arm.

I smiled and stuffed my bag back in a locker, hooking my arm with his. "Of course! But promise me one thing Theo."

We started out of the locker room into the cold outside air. "Anything, darling!"

"If a dress makes me look fat, please do tell me." We both laughed and continued on our way to the carriages.

We had almost made it to them when Oliver Wood stopped us. He smiled. "Hello Cherie, Theo."

I smiled at him, but Theo was the one to speak. "Hello Oliver. Uh, Cherie, I'll just wait for you somewhere over there..ermm, yeaah..." He said awkwardly as he walked away.

I chuckled. "Hello, Oliver. What can I do for you?"

Oliver was wearing dark-wash jeans and a blue and white striped sweater. "Actually, I was just coming to compliment you. You're a wonderful Quidditch player, Miss. Magnum." His scottish accent was like a delirious drug, making me dizzy as it flowed through my ears.

I was blushing, I could feel my face heating up. "Oh, well thank you Mr. Wood, I didn't think a Gryffindor had it in them to compliment a Slytherin." I joked.

He laughed. "Well, we usually don't, but you're an exception, you're not just any Slytherin... you're the clumsy one that runs me down in the halls."

I laughed and smacked him across the shoulder, which made him laugh more. "That was an accident and you know it!"

"Yes, well, I hope there are more accidents in the future." He said with a wave as he made his way over to a group of Gryffindors heading toward the castle.

I stayed in my place. My cheeks burning, mouth grinning, and heart pounding a hundred miles per hour. Until I remembered how poor Theo was standing off to the side, awkwardly waiting for me. I ran to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him into a carriage. "It's about bloody time woman! We haven't got all day for you to flirt with Oliver Wood!"

I slapped him upside the head.

"How's this one Theo? Does it make me look too fat?" I asked for what felt like the millionth time that day. When we got to Hogsmeade, we had immediately gone into a small shop for dresses and dress robes. Theo had picked his plain black and white dress robes out hours ago. I was on my thirty-sixth dress, and it still didn't look good enough.

"Cherie, you've looked good in all of them. Just pick one already so we can go get a butterbeer." Theo scolded.

"Alright, alright." I said, going back into the changing room. I stripped the poofy pink dress from my body and put on the last one hanging. When I put it on, I immediately knew this was the one. It plumb colored with a tight bodice and corset lacing up the back, with a flowing ruffled skirt, sleeveless. I didn't even show Theo. I removed it, put on my original outfit, ran out of the dressing room, and payed for the dress in what seemed to be one swift movement.

Theo had rushed up to the counter with a smile on his face."We're done? Really? You're positive?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes Theodore, we're finished."

"Woohooo!" He jumped up and shouted with joy.

I grabbed his arm and pulled him from the shop. "Come one, you, lets go get a butterbeer."

We made it to the Three Broomsticks, ordered our drinks, and sat at a table in the middle of the pub. Theo sipped his drink. "So, Cherie, who do you plan on going with to the ball?"

I shifted my gaze to a table in the far right corner, where Oliver and his friends were laughing at something Lee Jordan had said. He must have shown up while we were shopping. "Oh, I don't know. I'm working on it." I winked at him.

He chuckled and smirked. "Uh oh, I know that look..."

I smirked into my butterbeer.

A/N: Sorry there hasn't been much Draco lately:/ He'll come again soon, I promise! That aside, I'm really disappointed with the amount of reviews this story is getting :( So remember, any review, is a good review!:) Thanks for reading!