A/N: Lynn may now how Quidditch works, but I don't. So I'll have to skip all of the playing parts and just kind of get to the point. R and R please! Huggies, JoleLove. (I've actually decided to use my real name, which is Jole Love. Have fun!)

Lynn Wood.
When the name came to mind, the second thought would be Quidditch superstar. She knew how everything in Quidditch worked. She knew a foul when one could very well have been placed a half a mile away. She knew the secret to the Golden Snitch, and how it worked. She knew how to take it apart, put it back together, and it was faster than ever. She had a lot of her father's smarts put into her tiny body.
You could say that Lynn was the basic center of attention in a Quidditch game, but there happened to be someone else who could have been a close second, and close as in less than a couple of metres away.

Duncan Flint.
The one person who came to mind when you thought of someone who could easily dismantle a broom if you of high disliking, without the notification of it until you hit the ground.
He had learned so many things from his quick sixteen years of life. Like, for instance, if you were a 'stupid Gryffinwhore', he could very well dehumanize you. Or if you were that one bitchy girl in Slytherin, he would know how to befriend you, and reject you at the very instant she would ask you to go and do something.
Duncan knew, that the one thing he could do best, was reject the strong feeling of love for another person.

Lynn sneered as Jodi Bell started checking herself out in the mirror. She clenched her gloved fists.
"Will you quit that?" She looked over from her 'oh-so gorgeous' reflection, and gave Lynn a dark look.
"At least I'm prettier than you," She shrugged, smiled, and walked off. Lynn felt like slamming her face in the locker again.
"You know what, Bell?" She shouted. Jodi looked back. "You're not fucking pretty either. So why don't you go give Malfoy that blowjob he wants so badly?!"
"Go fuck yourself."
"You first."
"Ugh!" Bell lunged at Lynn, throwing her to the ground.
"You bitch!" Her fist flew out and slammed Jodi right in the jaw. She toppled over, and went straight back towards her. Lynn rolled onto her front, and burst out in laughter as Bell had just flown into the locker. She realized what she had just done. But not in a bad way. She smirked, got up and brushed herself off. Lynn stepped out of the locker room in amusement.

Duncan was leaning coolly against his locker. He seemed as though nothing important was going on. He was prepared. Prepared to shatter the facade of losing to the Gryffinwhores. Or a Wood, for that matter. He hated how she was always the center of attention. She always looked as though she liked it, but he could see that she absolutely despised it.
But there were advantages to the girl, like how she would do just about anything to stay on the team. Anything. Nobody really knew what she would do, but their guess was as good as anyone else's.
He rather liked the idea of a sexual favour. But then again, she was captain, and he was not the judge of who or who not to take off of the Gryffindor team. Although he wished he was.

Lynn was crying, Duncan could tell. She was off her game. He wondered, regretablly, why tears were streaming from her face.
As soon as she looked interested in an area in the sky above, Duncan knew she had seen the Snitch whiz by. He wasn't surprised as Adam Pucey flew by him. They raced each other, spiralling to the top, hands stretched out. And faster than anything could happen, Pucey had done something to knock Lynn from her broom. She seemed happy, falling to her death. Professors rose to set the Cushioning charm, but Duncan was too fast for that.
He leaned forward, reaching top speed. He had caught Lynn in arms. She clutched his robes angrily.
Duncan held onto the broom with one hand, and winced as his other cracked against the brick wall to the pitch. Lynn, sobbing herself into near insanity, looked up into Duncan's harsh eyes. The tips of their noses touched. It felt weird, being this close.
"I'm gonna let you down." Duncan said simply. She nodded. She tucked her head under his chin. Lynn had a tiny pool of a feeling of security in her stomach. She loved the way his rough hand was pulling her waist closer to him. She loved the way his aftershave smelled. It stunned her for a moment. Why was she thinking about her rival like this? And what was happening to her body? She felt different, as if nothing was supposed to happen like this. Like...Fate, or something cheesy like that.
The rest of the game had gone on without them. Duncan let Lynn off in the tunnel, and she dissolved into the shadows. He stayed against the wall of the tunnel as Adam had retrieved the Snitch, the Slytherin rafters going absolutely wild.
Duncan knelt down. He ran a gloved hand through his coarse black hair. He didn't know what to think anymore. It all went down like bad alcohol, or some tainted fag. But it was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted. Her hair was like silk, this amazing blond-sand color. It smelled amazing, maybe a little like some cherry lolly or something. Her eyes were sparkling when they looked up into his. The emerald color they were. And if you looked hard enough, you'd probably see specks of gold and blue. They were like opal. Her lips looked irresistible. He almost lost total control. They were a little red from some sort of friction. They weren't full, like her upper lip was all that was there, which made her look extremely cute.
"What's happening to me?" Duncan muttered. He closed his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. Suddenly, this crush started turning into a like.