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vanessa-uchiha  asked:

So, Draco, Harry, I was wondering... How did your first date go? What did you do? Where did you go? ....Did you had sex at the end? (Although, I'm pretty sure I know the answer to the last one)

Draco: Oh, first date- We went to a Quidditch match.

Harry: Puddlemere United vs. Falmouth Falcons!

Draco: And then he took me to dinner and dropped me home like a perfect gentleman, so no, we did not have sex at the end.

Harry: *under his breath* Yeah, ‘cause I took you right there in VVIP box during the match.

Draco: *shuts eyes and sighs* …Is it somehow physically impossible for you to keep certain private incidents private?!

Harry: *stifling a laugh* I just thought it might be an interesting tidbit!

Draco: Stop telling everyone about all the times we did it in public!

Harry: It was hardly ‘public’! We had the box to ourselves and–

Draco: Oh no–

Harry: And it had two-way glass and everything–

Draco  Stop talking, stop talking right now–

Harry: So if Benjy Williams himself had looked into the box instead of looking for the bloody Snitch like he ought to have been–

Draco: Honestly, it doesn’t matter, just–

Harry:  All he’d have seen was his own stupid face–

Draco:  Harry, please d–

Harry: *smug* None the wiser to the fact that I had you up against the glass at that very moment–

Draco: *shrill shrieking* Enough! For Merlin’s sake, enough!


“You look beautiful, darling,” Ethan smiles at you, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing you softly.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” you say, before he takes your hand and leads you into the ballroom. You can both hear Brandt and Benji talking over the coms, but neither of you can risk responding. The man you’re after has eyes and ears everywhere in this room.

The mission is for Benji to get into the computers and gather as much Intel as possible, then shut the power off so you, Ethan, and Brandt can arrest the terrorist and his “friends.” You don’t even have a name to put to the face, which makes it harder, but he’s throwing this party under a false name (Aaron Turner), so he’ll be easy to get to.

You and Ethan play the rolls of a married couple happening to pass through Prague for the ball. You’re to “make friends” with “Mr. Turner”, then take him out when the time is necessary. Until Benji was ready, you just have to look like you enjoy the ball as best you can. Brandt watches the both of you from a distance, playing the hopeful bachelor.

“I’m in,” Benji informs. “This can take to as long as an hour though.”

Ethan nods at a security camera to let Benji know we heard, before turning to you. “May I have this dance?”

You smile. “Of course.”

He leads you into the middle of the dance floor, in view of the host of this party, and a slow song begins to play. Wrapping your arms around Ethan’s neck, he does the same around your waist, kissing your neck softly before looking into your eyes. You place your head on his chest, swaying back and forth as you hear Benji say something about how he wishes the two of you would act like this all the time. You give the camera a glare, not wanting Benji to give away your crush in Ethan, not knowing Ethan’s doing the same thing.

When the song ends, you and Ethan pretend to be lustful, and he pulls you into the far corner of the room before pushing you against the wall and kissing you furiously. You kiss back, hands in his hair, barely hearing Benji as he tells you Mr. Turner is heading your way, and you definitely have his attention. Nodding, Ethan kisses you again, before beginning to pull you away only to be stopped by Mr. Turner.

“Good evening,” he says, smiling sickly as his eyes rake over your body uncomfortably, never once looking in your eyes or Ethan’s. “Who might you be?”

Ethan clears his throat, making Mr. Turner look up at him. “I’m James Garrett, and this is my wife, Sarah.”

You smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Oh no,” the man smirks, reaching forward and kissing your hand. “The pleasure is all mine.”

You catch Brandt’s eye over Turner’s shoulder, and he winks at you, having just witnessed you and Ethan’s make out session. You blush, and look away, fake-smiling as you step back. Ethan and the man begin to converse, until Benji says, “Got it.” And the ballroom goes dark.

The thousands of people begin to scream, and you put on your small night-vision glasses to see Aaron Turner already unconscious and being dragged away by Ethan. You and Brandt do the same to one of the guards (luckily he only had two), and follow Ethan to the waiting IMF van.

After giving the terrorists to the other agents to be taken into custody, you and Ethan walk alone back to the car where Benji and Brandt will meet you. Brandt went to help Benji get his equipment to the car, as last time the poor guy got caught with his various briefcases, and the getaway was very difficult.

“So,” Ethan says, smiling down at you. “That went well.”

You nod in agreement. “One of the best missions I’ve ever been on.”

“Where’re you headed after this?”

Reaching the car, you lean against the side. “Well, I’m on your team, so I’ll probably just take some time to relax until we get called in again.”

He nods, before fidgeting slightly from where he stands in front of you, leaning against the car in the space next to yours. “Maybe we could do something until we get called in again.”

You cock your head to the side, smiling. “Are you asking me on a date?”

Ethan hesitates visibly. “No, it’s just that we only ever see each other when we’re on missions, so I thought-”

Smiling and rolling your eyes, you reach forward and grab his tie, pulling him close to kiss him. He’s shocked at first, but then his right hand comes to rest by your head on the car, and the other is on your waist. You run your hands through his silky hair, and he bites down softly on your lip before you hear someone clear their throat.

Pulling apart, the two of you look over to see Benji and Brandt standing there smirking at you. “About time,” Brandt says, while Benji just grins. Ethan rolls his eyes and kisses you again.

Imagine being captured in front of William, Ethan, and Benji, and them being unable to help you: PART 2

You snap awake at the sound of your cell door opening. The taste of blood is still in your mouth, and you can barely open your eyes at the new light. It only makes your headache worse. Pushing up off of the hard concrete floor, you do your best to see what’s going on.

Two men are now in the room with you, and if you were in a better state, you would be able to take them. But, you can barely walk, so all you can do is stand up slowly with their not-so-gentle help and stagger through the doorway. Your confusion increases as they lead you down an unfamiliar hallway. Who knows how long you’ve been here, but you know you’ve never been down here.

“Wha’s goin’ on?” You ask, your words warping a little bit because of your busted lip. “Where’re you takin’ me?”

They don’t respond, only continue to pull you through the dank, winding concrete corridors. After a couple of minutes, you enter a rather large room, and the first thing you see are about ten other men and women lined up along the opposite wall, while men stand behind them with guns pointed at them.

Firing squad.

The two men holding you start to drag you over to the opposite wall.

Shaking your head frantically, it’s like all of your earlier pain is suddenly gone. Pure adrenaline pumps through your body as your bare feet scrabble for purchase against the slick concrete. “No!” You scream. “No!”

They shove you roughly to your knees next to a cowering Indian woman with tears already streaming down her face. You’re close to joining her. You almost fall over from the sudden feeling of kneeling on your own, but the two men hold you up and force your arms above your head.

And then they’re gone, probably walking behind the firing squad to enjoy the show. You close your eyes and take a deep, shaky breath before looking at the trembling woman next to you. “It’s going to be okay,” you whisper. “Everything’s going to be fine.”

She doesn’t respond, only looks at you with wide, terrified eyes as a deep voice from behind you calls out: “Fire in three …”

“It’s going to be okay.”

“Two …”

“I promise.”

“One …”

You flinch at the sound of gunshots, your whole body shaking in terror. It takes you a minute to realize you haven’t been shot, and you’re still alive. If the shots aren’t for you, then who are they from?

Looking over your shoulder, you see Ethan, Brandt, and several other black-clad IMF agents fighting the men and taking them down one by one. You sag with relief and fall to your side, your earlier adrenaline wearing off suddenly. Ethan’s here. They’re here. Everything’s going to be fine.

“(Y/n)?” Your eyes flutter back open to see a blurry figure of Ethan kneeling above you.

“Ethan?” You whisper.

He smiles. “Yeah, it’s me. We have to get out of here.”

“I can’t walk …”

“I didn’t think so,” he responds. He reaches under you and pulls you up into his arms bridal style, beginning to carry you out of the room. “Just keep those beautiful (e/c) eyes open for me until we get to the medics, alright?”

You nod slowly. “Mm-hmm.” As you walk through the halls, you see signs of the battle and other IMF agents helping prisoners to safety. Outside, there are tons of ambulances and injured people. You catch a glimpse of Brandt and Benji helping the Indian woman you saw earlier and another man into a truck before Ethan sets you on a gurney of your own.

“There we go,” Ethan says, smiling down at you as he walks next to your gurney, which the medics are slowly rolling over to an ambulance. “You’re gonna be perfectly fine.”

You take his hand weakly into your own. “Please stay with me.”

Ethan looks at one of the medics, and she shakes her head at him. As much as he wants to ride with you, he doesn’t want to if he’ll only get in the way and put you in more danger. “I’m sorry, (y/n), but I can’t. I’ll meet you at the hospital though, okay?”

“Okay,” you mumble, already drifting back off to sleep. “Hey, Ethan.”


You pull him down to your level and kiss his cheek softly. “Thank you.”

He smiles down at you. “Anything for you.”