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Ficlet: Observations (James Sirius, Molly II, Dominique)
Title: Observations
Rating: PG-13(?)
Characters & Pairing:James Sirius Potter, Molly Weasley II, Dominique Weasley
Word Count: 414
Content: James is a perv/horny teenage
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 practises his skills by observing his cousins.
A/n: Started out as simply an exercise in descripting Molly and Dominique, morphed in a ficlet from James' pov
James Sirius Potter wanted to be an Auror. To do that not only did he need good grade, and he’d solemnly sworn that he was planning to actually try when it came to his N.E.W.Ts but he need to practise his detective skills; chiefly in deduction and observation.
He was also a nearly seventeen year old boy, so there was one very important area in which he practised observing.
Cousin Molly and Dominique had many similarities and difference, as you might expect from cousins. They were both clearly Weasleys but both were clearly from different branches of the family. James’ uncles had all married different kind of women and their daughters reflected it.
When standing, they were both tall nearing James’ own six feet, and he appreciated the idea of not ducking down to far to kiss them. However Dominique was slender and lithe and but him in mind of an athlete while Molly was more Amazonian, with broad shoulders, strong arms and wide hips.
And nice round tits to die for. Not that James’ disdained Dom’s smaller, perky tits.
They both had red hair but Molly’ was thick and flaming red in classic Weasley style while Dominique took after her mother: it was a golden-red strawberry blonde colour and it was light and fine and smooth as silk James imagined, fantasising about running his fingers through it.
Molly’s long hair was tied back and she wore tight fitting trousers and a thin jumper that while seemed respectable, clung and flaunted her physique. Dominique was understated, her jeans and hoodie were baggy in an attempt to hide her body and her hair was cut short in a pixie cut, she seemed unaware her attempts to downplay her natural good looks only emphasised them to the keen observer.
Dominique had cool blue eyes that could turn icy with disapproval. Molly’s were like her mother’s doe-like and a warm brown colour but they could flash red with anger. James realised he was noticing this because both sets of eyes were fixed on his, gazing back at him over the dining room table of The Burrow as Sunday lunch continued around them.
Fighting a blush at being caught, James gave them a lopsided smile, a minuscule shrug and wink. Unmoved, they scowled back at him.
James shrugged again. There were plenty of fish in the sea after all, he thought and turned his attention to Roxy, Rose and Lucy and started cataloguing and observing all over again.
Rating: PG-13(?)
Characters & Pairing:James Sirius Potter, Molly Weasley II, Dominique Weasley
Word Count: 414
Content: James is a perv/horny teenage
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 practises his skills by observing his cousins.
A/n: Started out as simply an exercise in descripting Molly and Dominique, morphed in a ficlet from James' pov
James Sirius Potter wanted to be an Auror. To do that not only did he need good grade, and he’d solemnly sworn that he was planning to actually try when it came to his N.E.W.Ts but he need to practise his detective skills; chiefly in deduction and observation.
He was also a nearly seventeen year old boy, so there was one very important area in which he practised observing.
Cousin Molly and Dominique had many similarities and difference, as you might expect from cousins. They were both clearly Weasleys but both were clearly from different branches of the family. James’ uncles had all married different kind of women and their daughters reflected it.
When standing, they were both tall nearing James’ own six feet, and he appreciated the idea of not ducking down to far to kiss them. However Dominique was slender and lithe and but him in mind of an athlete while Molly was more Amazonian, with broad shoulders, strong arms and wide hips.
And nice round tits to die for. Not that James’ disdained Dom’s smaller, perky tits.
They both had red hair but Molly’ was thick and flaming red in classic Weasley style while Dominique took after her mother: it was a golden-red strawberry blonde colour and it was light and fine and smooth as silk James imagined, fantasising about running his fingers through it.
Molly’s long hair was tied back and she wore tight fitting trousers and a thin jumper that while seemed respectable, clung and flaunted her physique. Dominique was understated, her jeans and hoodie were baggy in an attempt to hide her body and her hair was cut short in a pixie cut, she seemed unaware her attempts to downplay her natural good looks only emphasised them to the keen observer.
Dominique had cool blue eyes that could turn icy with disapproval. Molly’s were like her mother’s doe-like and a warm brown colour but they could flash red with anger. James realised he was noticing this because both sets of eyes were fixed on his, gazing back at him over the dining room table of The Burrow as Sunday lunch continued around them.
Fighting a blush at being caught, James gave them a lopsided smile, a minuscule shrug and wink. Unmoved, they scowled back at him.
James shrugged again. There were plenty of fish in the sea after all, he thought and turned his attention to Roxy, Rose and Lucy and started cataloguing and observing all over again.
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