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lightofdayeTitle: Back Up
Rating: PG at worst
Characters & Pairing: James Sirius/Dominique
Word Count: 3 x 100
Content: Fluff, mild illness, non-explicit cousin incest.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary:James is ill but that's not going to stop Dominique.
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hp_nextgen100's prompt number 163: Plan B.
“Three weeks is way too long to wait for a third date,” Dominique said as she Apparated in the doorway to James’ flat.
James stared, under her jacket, she was wearing a little black dress, a number he recognised as shoulderless, backless and nearly everything-else less.
Then he sneezed and slumped back down on the sofa.
“Believe me I wish I could pay you the attention you deserve,” he said or tried to, what came out of his voice was mainly inaudible croaking.
Dom frowned, cocked her head to one side and said;
“I guess we’re doing Plan B, then.”
Dominique shrugged off her jacket and kicked off her shoes.
“I’m going to slip into something more comfortable.”
Sniffling, James’ gaze followed her intently as she sauntered across the room, aware that he would be a lot more interested in the sight if his head wasn’t pounding.
When she reappeared she was dress in one of James’ hoodies, which to be fair was so large on her it hung down lower than the dress had and she was holding her wand.
Blankets fell over James’ head, and cups of soup and tea settled onto the coffee table, next to him.
“This really is very nice of you,” James said hoarsely, hugging a mug of soup to his chest.
“Don’t mention it,” Dom said, smiling. “And move your feet or I’ll sit in them.”
“Should you be..?” James trailed off. “Don’t want you to get this too.”
“Why do you think I’m sitting this end of the sofa and not as close as I’d like?”
James shifted his legs, so Dominique sat next to him, pull his blankets over her legs and hefted the TV remote.
“So what are we watching?”
As the fantasy film started, James thought everything was perfect.
Rating: PG at worst
Characters & Pairing: James Sirius/Dominique
Word Count: 3 x 100
Content: Fluff, mild illness, non-explicit cousin incest.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary:James is ill but that's not going to stop Dominique.
A/n: Written for
hp_nextgen100's prompt number 163: Plan B.“Three weeks is way too long to wait for a third date,” Dominique said as she Apparated in the doorway to James’ flat.
James stared, under her jacket, she was wearing a little black dress, a number he recognised as shoulderless, backless and nearly everything-else less.
Then he sneezed and slumped back down on the sofa.
“Believe me I wish I could pay you the attention you deserve,” he said or tried to, what came out of his voice was mainly inaudible croaking.
Dom frowned, cocked her head to one side and said;
“I guess we’re doing Plan B, then.”
Dominique shrugged off her jacket and kicked off her shoes.
“I’m going to slip into something more comfortable.”
Sniffling, James’ gaze followed her intently as she sauntered across the room, aware that he would be a lot more interested in the sight if his head wasn’t pounding.
When she reappeared she was dress in one of James’ hoodies, which to be fair was so large on her it hung down lower than the dress had and she was holding her wand.
Blankets fell over James’ head, and cups of soup and tea settled onto the coffee table, next to him.
“This really is very nice of you,” James said hoarsely, hugging a mug of soup to his chest.
“Don’t mention it,” Dom said, smiling. “And move your feet or I’ll sit in them.”
“Should you be..?” James trailed off. “Don’t want you to get this too.”
“Why do you think I’m sitting this end of the sofa and not as close as I’d like?”
James shifted his legs, so Dominique sat next to him, pull his blankets over her legs and hefted the TV remote.
“So what are we watching?”
As the fantasy film started, James thought everything was perfect.
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Date: 2019-02-18 07:55 pm (UTC)