#driver!james

[hogwartslivy]

Trackside. Part One.

<september @jilychallenge >

partnered with @tumbledfreckles

prompt: Fake Dating AU - “I may have made myself look like a tool on a night out and I need to date you (the tabloid's darling) to reform my bad boy/girl image.”

James Potter is Formula One’s most impressive young talent, making up one half of the championship winning team at Gryffindor Racing. He’s got a reputation for playing dirty on, and seemingly off, the track but when an article quoting a particularly vulgar comment made by him at last years final Grand Prix is released, it seems he may have pushed it too far. Potter faces two options; fix his public image or give up his seat.

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[hogwartslivy]

Trackside. Part Three.

<september @jilychallenge >

partnered with @tumbledfreckles

prompt: Fake Dating AU - “I may have made myself look like a tool on a night out and I need to date you (the tabloid’s darling) to reform my bad boy/girl image.”

“Lils,” She isn’t sure if it’s his voice or the use of her nickname that does it, but a few more traitorous tears spill over onto her cheeks.

“It’s fine, Potter. I’ll… I’ll just see you tomorrow. Tell Sirius and Mary I was… ill or something.”

“Don’t.”

“Don’t, what?”

“Don’t do this. You asked me to keep it between us, you wanted that, I would’ve happily shouted about you from the rooftops the night we met so don’t blame me when—”

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[hogwartslivy]

Trackside. Part Two.

<september @jilychallenge >

partnered with @tumbledfreckles

prompt: Fake Dating AU - “I may have made myself look like a tool on a night out and I need to date you (the tabloid’s darling) to reform my bad boy/girl image.”

He can’t get out of the car fast enough, and for a moment he feels stupid, like he’s throwing a tantrum like a two-year-old but his heads not in it and the last thing he wants is to go into a wall that has him out of tomorrows qualifying.

Minnie is, of course, waiting for him as pulls off his mask, “Care to explain?”

“I have to go home for the night… I can’t… I wasn’t… I just need to leave.” Her lips purse into a thin line, “I’ll be good tomorrow.”

“This have anything to do with the fact that you looked a little too comfortable with Ms Evans with the press this morning?”

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