Story Title/Link: Assassin's Lover

School and Theme: Ilvermorny and Flashbacks

Main Prompt: (action) waiting

Year: 2

Word count: 899 words

Warnings for Assassin!AU, plans of character death, and bit out of character.


The sound of early morning birdsong was interrupted by a loud explosion coming from the Weasley house as he waited to place his own bomb. This would have upset Dean seeing as he was hired by Mr. George Weasley to take out the man's cheating husband. The problem was that he had yet to set the bomb that he'd prepared.

As the sounds of a sexy Irish voice cursing up a blue streak came from around the side of the house, Dean allowed the memories of the conversation with George to take him over. The one where the man had hired him to kill Oliver Wood.


It had started like any normal day in Dean's life. With the sun shining down into his eyes from the window of his rented apartment room. He wished he hadn't drank so much last night. That combined with the damned light was giving him one mother of a headache.

"Do you want me to make breakfast for us?" the man he'd taken home last night, in his inebriation, asked as he rolled out of bed. "I make a mean eggs benedict."

"Get out!"

The man looked like he was about to argue with Dean, who simply looked over the gun poking out of his nightstand drawer. That must have been all the man needed to see because he turned a pale white that would have rivaled the sheets and quickly dressed.

Dean watched the blond as he high tailed it out of the house. The man was nice, and not too hard on the eyes. Not that that mattered, Dean wasn't looking for anyone to share his life with. His job made sharing a life with someone difficult.

He was just about to pick up the phone and call the man, whose name he'd forgotten back for another round and possibly that breakfast he was talking about, when the phone rang. This was strange because no one had his number. At least not the number for the phone that was ringing. It was his work phone. Picking it up he quickly answered, all thoughts of sex leaving his mind.

"You've got Thomas," Dean said, preferring to share only his last name with his clients, "what can I do for you?"

"I need you to kill someone," said a voice he remembered from his Hogwarts days flowed down the line.

"Take it easy, George." He'd never thought of George Weasley as the killing people type of guy. He guessed that sort of thing changed easily if someone was pushed enough.

"Don't tell me to take it easy," the angry voice came down the line, making Dean wince. "Do you know how many times I've been cheated on and just looked the other way? Do you?"

"I can't say that I do," Dean said calmly, waiting for the man to calm down. "But…"

"No. The time for talking and looking the other way is over. I wanted to hire someone that I could trust to do the job and do it properly. Are you that person or should I hang up and call someone else? I'm waiting!"

Dean was about to tell him to hang up and call someone else but the thought of how unprofessional that would make him look gave him pause. He ended up accepting the offer after a short pause for waiting and started planning how he'd do the killing.


That had been about three months ago. Three months of waiting, planning, trying, and he had yet to accomplish his mission. Someone kept getting in the way and stopping him from killing Oliver Wood. Every attempt he made was foiled by this person.

He had thought this one would succeed where all the other attempts had failed and yet the same bloody person had gotten the drop on him yet again. He stalked closer to the place where the cursing was coming from.

"Bloody idiot," the sandy-haired man squatting in the bushes covered in scrapes and cuts yelled. "Why did I think I could handle this on my own?"

"I was going to ask the same thing," Dean said, putting his hands on the man's arm. Removing them a few minutes later at the pained look on the man's face, still waiting for an answer. "You're the bloody idiot that's been stopping me from killing my target."

"You're target," the brown-eyed man said, tensing quickly. "He's my target. I'm going to kill him for my best mate, George."

Dean cocked an eyebrow. The explosion of the bomb had told him that it was well made. This man was an expert at making huge explosions. Looking at his own homemade pipe bomb he smiled at the man.

"I've got an idea," he said, patting the bomb at his side. "What do you say we combine our forces and kill this bastard together? That way, you get to help your friend, and I get paid, what do you say?"

"I only agree if we split the money 50/50."

"You've got yourself a deal, love. I'm Dean Thomas."

"Seamus Finnigan, explosive extraordinaire at your service."

Dean allowed Seamus to make a few last minute adjustments to the bomb and then placed it as quickly as he could.

With the sound of birdsong once again surrounding them, Dean smiled as he thought that this could be the start of something beautiful for them both.

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