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lightofdayeTitle: The Way To Her Heart...
Rating: PG
Characters & Pairing:James Sirius Potter/Dominique Weasley
Word Count: 461
Content: Humour, Flirting, Food, Pre-het, Cousins
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:After a successful Quidditch final, James has a plan how to appeal to Dominique.
A/n:Me first fic/pairing written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
rarepair_shorts' 2022 Challenge Wherein we attempt to write as many rare pairs as possible between the 1st of march and the 3rd of May.
I've been struggling but when in doubt write JS/Dom. Unfortunately for the challenge this can only work once because each entry has to be a different rare pair. Who to write next?
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James Sirius Potter’s eyes narrowed as beater Tom Harrow, a big beefy guy who was handsome in a perpetually concussed sort of way attempted to chat up Dominique Weasley. In fairness James wasn’t actually close enough to hear what Harrow was saying. It was still obvious though, that’s what everyone did sooner or later.
Not that James wasn’t following suite of course. However as much as he was pained to admit it, sometimes it paid to take a few cues from his little brother’s house and try a little more subtlety about these things. He was just going to ease himself into her good graces so slowly and gently that she didn’t know what was happening.
“Hiya, Dom!” he said and parked himself on the sofa next to her, just after Tom left with a put out expression on his face.
“Oh god, James,” Dominique said. “Not you too”
“What?” James said.
“You’re not hitting on me now as well are you?” Dominique sounded exasperated. “Your the third guy on the team to try. What did you do draw straws to decide what order you went in?”
“No!” James lied.
Dominique looked disbelieving.
“So old Tom made a pass at you did he?” James said with a smile. “What did he do wrong? Make a big deal out of how gorgeous you are.”
Dominique with her chipped short nails, almost shaved short hair, wearing worn oversized hoody and battered jeans hated being reminded she was total hottie despite of all it.
“I’m Captain and we just won the cup.” Dom said grumpily. “Do I want to hear about how blue my eyes are right now?”
“Of course not,” James readily agreed. “I saw Sebastian over here as well.”
“Oh him,” Dominique said. “What a good flier you are Dom, how skilled. Like he’d be saying that to a guy he scored more than during the match. Just trying to butter me up.”
“It sure is tough having people tell you how pretty and skilled you are,” James said in a tone that was carefully pitched to be neither too toadying or too openly sarcastic.
“Absolutely.” Dominique said firmly. There was a long pause, her brilliant eyes darting around the room before meeting James soft brown gaze. Then she sighed. “So what’s your line, otter?”
“No, line.” James said honestly. “Just these.”
And he produce a party sized plate of pasties from next to the sofa.
“You must be starving.”
Dom tore into the pasties eagerly.
“You’re a life saver, Jamie,” She said after devouring half a pastie in one bit. “Thanks.”
James wasn’t the best flier around byt when he received a kiss on the cheek with a crumby, pastry flecked lips, he was soaring for the rest of the night.
Rating: PG
Characters & Pairing:James Sirius Potter/Dominique Weasley
Word Count: 461
Content: Humour, Flirting, Food, Pre-het, Cousins
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:After a successful Quidditch final, James has a plan how to appeal to Dominique.
A/n:Me first fic/pairing written for
rarepair_shorts' 2022 Challenge Wherein we attempt to write as many rare pairs as possible between the 1st of march and the 3rd of May.I've been struggling but when in doubt write JS/Dom. Unfortunately for the challenge this can only work once because each entry has to be a different rare pair. Who to write next?
- - -
James Sirius Potter’s eyes narrowed as beater Tom Harrow, a big beefy guy who was handsome in a perpetually concussed sort of way attempted to chat up Dominique Weasley. In fairness James wasn’t actually close enough to hear what Harrow was saying. It was still obvious though, that’s what everyone did sooner or later.
Not that James wasn’t following suite of course. However as much as he was pained to admit it, sometimes it paid to take a few cues from his little brother’s house and try a little more subtlety about these things. He was just going to ease himself into her good graces so slowly and gently that she didn’t know what was happening.
“Hiya, Dom!” he said and parked himself on the sofa next to her, just after Tom left with a put out expression on his face.
“Oh god, James,” Dominique said. “Not you too”
“What?” James said.
“You’re not hitting on me now as well are you?” Dominique sounded exasperated. “Your the third guy on the team to try. What did you do draw straws to decide what order you went in?”
“No!” James lied.
Dominique looked disbelieving.
“So old Tom made a pass at you did he?” James said with a smile. “What did he do wrong? Make a big deal out of how gorgeous you are.”
Dominique with her chipped short nails, almost shaved short hair, wearing worn oversized hoody and battered jeans hated being reminded she was total hottie despite of all it.
“I’m Captain and we just won the cup.” Dom said grumpily. “Do I want to hear about how blue my eyes are right now?”
“Of course not,” James readily agreed. “I saw Sebastian over here as well.”
“Oh him,” Dominique said. “What a good flier you are Dom, how skilled. Like he’d be saying that to a guy he scored more than during the match. Just trying to butter me up.”
“It sure is tough having people tell you how pretty and skilled you are,” James said in a tone that was carefully pitched to be neither too toadying or too openly sarcastic.
“Absolutely.” Dominique said firmly. There was a long pause, her brilliant eyes darting around the room before meeting James soft brown gaze. Then she sighed. “So what’s your line, otter?”
“No, line.” James said honestly. “Just these.”
And he produce a party sized plate of pasties from next to the sofa.
“You must be starving.”
Dom tore into the pasties eagerly.
“You’re a life saver, Jamie,” She said after devouring half a pastie in one bit. “Thanks.”
James wasn’t the best flier around byt when he received a kiss on the cheek with a crumby, pastry flecked lips, he was soaring for the rest of the night.
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Date: 2022-03-03 02:39 pm (UTC)As for what other pairs, go down your list of faves to write and that should net you 3-4 more for a start.
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Date: 2022-03-04 12:49 pm (UTC)And yeah hopefully can do some other low hanging fruit so to speak.