Lynn had isolated herself in the Quidditch office, a basic hideaway for captains. She glanced around at her surroundings. The top of the desk was cluttered with letters and scrawled-upon parchments, lists, and clipboards with scores of the games in little numbers inside of poorly-drawn boxes. Underneath the desk, was, of course, more clutter. It looked nearly impossible to move your legs around underneath.
Lynn looked up at the glass pane in the door. silhouettes of chattering students slunk by the door, head in between their shoulders.
Something from up above Lynn had fallen from a messy shelve and hit her head on the way.
"Ow!" She mumbled, picking up the box in one hand and rubbing her forehead with the other. She examined its smooth edges and the mulberry finish.
"What is this?" Lynn lifted the top off, setting the box on the floor. It was just a bunch of letters. She rummaged through it until she found one with her name written neatly on the front. Lynn made sure nobody was coming close to butting inside the office. She reached for a letter opener on the top of the desk, leaning slightly off of the back of her legs. Lynn retracted her arm, and slit the top of the letter open, lifting out the parchment. It smelled faintly of somebody she knew, somebody she'd encountered a week back...But nothing came to mind...
Gryffindor,
I trust you know know that I am undeniably and irrevocably in love with you everything about you. Nothing has made me more in love with a person than you have, what with your complete and total gorgeousness. I know, in my thin thoughts, that you would choose another boy over me.
I know you will realize that at some point in your hard life that I never want to be away from you. Even if I am not there, you should now that I want to. I would rather have just one touch of your hand, one kiss from your mouth, than to go an eternity without it.
Lynn stared, then started to laugh. This was probably the most ridiculous thing she had ever received.
Duncan paced. Adam stared. The room was silent as Duncan closed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the ground, and rubbed at his temples.
"This is ridiculous..." Duncan mumbled, unaware that Adam, being his awkward and unpredictable self, had started rocking back and forth on his four-poster.
"Not totally," said Adam, trying his hardest to encourage his best friend. "Well, not like most of your usual plans."
"What was that, Adam? Say it again." Duncan threatened in a voice unto his own.
"Nothing! I didn't mean it like that! Oh, where'd I put it-"
"You're worse than Longbottom." intervened Duncan, who, emotionally unentertained with himself, began to fantasize about Lynn, and Adam's rambling became distorted and unclear. He left when he figured out he wasn't listening anymore, and stormed out of the room. Duncan was finally alone.
The room was dark, only lit by the flickering flame of one single candle. You can smell the scent of her beside you. And it always smelled like a cross between a lime and some mint. You reach over slightly, and you touch the soft, bare skin of her hips. She moans and inches closer, wanting more of you on her. You smile playfully and bring her towards your icy body. She shivers and you love the sensation. You twist her body around to face you. You notice her lips are a little bruised, but you kiss them with that hungry feeling brewing inside of your chest. You feel a hand gently move down your abs, and a warm hand wraps around something hard. You groan and cringe a little under the feel of heat. Silk sheets rustle a little, you can sense some certain gorgeous girl is sliding down your stomach to a sweeter destination, and you know this is more than just guilty pleasure.
You let out a rattling gasp as you feel something damp override your dirty thoughts for tonight. Your hips buck and you feel her roughly soft hands hold them down with a force you didn't know she had. A pool of warm pleasure spreads through the pit of your stomach-
Suddenly, Duncan jolted upright as somebody rattled his shoulder. He snapped right out of his fantasy, and glanced around, his eyes adjusting to the light.
"Wha-" He looked up to find Damien. "Hi..."
"You were fantasizing, weren't you?" Damien asked with a smirk.
"No! What? Why d'you think that?"
"Why? 'cause you've got a hard-on. So...Who was it? Who were you fantasizing about?"
"None of your goddamned business!" Duncan shouted. Damien held up his hands in defense.
"Yo, don't freak out on me man," Damien reached under his bed and pulled out a small tin can. Duncan stared curiously and cocked his head to the side. Damien slid the lid off of the top and pulled out one of those rank joints he always smoked. "Just asking...Want one?"
"No, I've got my own..."
"Joints?"
"No, cigs."
"You're such a fuckin' pussy sometimes, you know that? Can't even smoke a good joint..." Damien matched the end of the poorly-wrapped fag and strode over to the window, wich had on of its sides slightly ajar. A stream of white weed-smelling smoke drifted outside, being carried off somewhere by gentle waves of the breeze.
"So tell me who it was! I told you mine!"
"I know, but this is different!" Duncan sat up on Adam's four-poster. "You'd hate me if I said anything."
"Oh, yea? Shoot." Damien took a lengthy drag from the joint, then crushed out the end on the sill.
"I...Uh..."
"C'mon man this ain't like you!"
"IloveLynnWood." The words shot out of Duncan's mouth before he could stop himself. "Please, just don't-I can't afford having this spread...I can't die just yet..."
Sorry for such a short chapter! It's not that good is it? I tried to reach into Duncan's mind and pensieve his fantasies, what it looked like, but I just couldn't reach him. Sorry again! R&R!