Y/N: Your Name.

It's been about three days now since I decided to join the Greater Good and try to make the world a slightly better place. I had never been on any particular side before, I'd help the Aurors if they'd ask for it while offering a healthy reward and make an oath not to imprison me, and so I did for Grindelwald. 

But ever since that night on the beach, I've decided to side with him. Spying at the Ministry of Magic while they still trusted me enough to hire me to take out some people or do some dangerous jobs that they couldn't get anyone else to do. 

But once at the colosseum, Gellert Grindelwald invited me to join him properly and for good. I had felt a slight blush come up to my cheeks right then and hoped he hadn't noticed. But besides that, I had been happy with my decision. 

Before the rally, he had often asked me to do some tasks for him. We got to know each other a little, but never actually got a good chance to talk. But now I was at Nurmengard, I might get some nice opportunities. But that was only some fantasy of mine. 

I smiled to myself when I slowly sensed my consciousness growing clearer and felt the soft pillow and mattress below me. It had been some time since I had slept in an actual proper bed. 

Running from the law isn't exactly a dream life. 

I felt at peace for a moment, but, to my annoyance, it was quickly interrupted by some impatient rapping on my door.   

''(Y/N), wake up! Grindelwald wants to see you and he says it's urgent!'' The voice sounded vaguely familiar and it took me some time to realize who it was. 

''I'm awake, Queenie,'' I said, stretching and yawning tiredly. 

Soft sunlight invaded my room through the gap between the closed curtains and I groaned. ''I must look like a mess,'' I muttered under my breath. I felt like I hadn't had enough rest from the few hours of sleep I got. But I knew very well that I was the one to blame for that. 

Grindelwald had given me the task to plan out an assault on the wizarding prison Azkaban to free some of the more trusted followers he had. 

Queenie stormed into the room, looking bewildered and stressed. ''Why aren't you up yet?'' she asked, suppressing her panic. 

I blinked a few times and looked at her with a tired look. Not much of what she had said stuck to me. 

''How little sleep did you get?'' she asked a little uncertain. I shrugged and yawned one last time before throwing the comfortable warm covers off. 

My feet connected with the cold stone floor and a shiver ran up my spine. 

''C'mon, we got to get you dressed,'' she said with a small smile.

Sitting down on the bed, she watched me make my way to my wardrobe and pick some clothes.

''So how does it feel to be a part of some great thing?'' I asked trying to break the silence. I and Queenie became friends in the short period that we've known each other, but we clicked immediately. 

''I dunno. I suppose it feels like I have some purpose now. But somehow I expected more,'' she said with a hint of disappointment. ''But,'' she said her mood jumping from disappointment to excitement. ''We got to dress you up nicely for your great moment,'' she said grinning. I rolled my eyes but couldn't help sniggering softly. ''I mean this could be the day that he finally confesses. Your Prince Charming,'' she said, puckering her lips. 

I had told her about what I experienced in the last few months I sided with the Greater Good, and I regretted it completely. Now all I heard from her was, 'oh look (Y/N) there he is! Your dream prince', and 'well? Did he confess already?' etcetera. 

''Quit it,'' I said grinning at her. ''I should've never told you.'' 

She watched me smugly and raised an eyebrow. ''Can't face the truth?'' she challenged. I shook my head. ''No, I can't. Now, get out so I can dress up.'' 

She continued to mock me as she made her way out of the room and I did my best to ignore her as best as I could. 

There was silence for some time and I noticed she was muttering to herself on the other side of the door. 

I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable and decided to try and start a conversation.

''So, do you have a crush on any particular man in this castle?'' I asked trying to take a smug tone. 

There was silence and she stopped muttering. I could even feel her tension through the walls of the room and right then I knew I had said the wrong thing. 

''I have someone I care about very much back home. But he's a No-Maj. I've joined the Greater Good because of him. To make sure we'll be able to get a life together later.''

I smiled to myself, but I still felt guilty. ''That sounds like a wonderful motivation, Queenie.''

I felt her relax a little and she mumbled something I couldn't hear. But I didn't ask her about it, convinced that would be best. 

''Well, I'm ready.'' I left the room and found her waiting with an artificial smile. ''He's in his office,'' she said. ''Good luck.'' 

I had really hit one of her more emotional snares. Because somehow I expected her to say something like, 'good luck with your boyfriend to be'.  

I softly knocked against the door to his office and entered when I heard a soft 'come in'. 

''Good morning,'' Grindelwald said from behind his desk. He looked up at me, somewhat concerned. ''Are you alright? You look very tired,'' he said, gesturing toward the chair sitting opposite him. 

I nodded and smiled softly. ''I might've been a little too enthusiastic about the task you gave me.''

His eyes twinkled with amusement. ''It's a good thing to be enthusiastic, but just don't let your health suffer because of it,'' he said smiling gently. 

Everyone was always so tense around him. Everyone except me. I knew the reasons for this. Who didn't? It was his reputation, of course, that scared people. Even when they believed in him, there weren't many who acted and felt normal in his presence. I knew this because I often receive comments on how I manage to stay so relaxed which leaves me astounded, truth be told. 

He was a believer. A believer who knows that he can change the world. If people wouldn't stand in his way, then nothing like killing would be required. But people are stubborn these days. Growing more and more selfish with every ticking second.

''I wanted to ask you how the planning is going. Just a checkup no need to rush things,'' he said. His smile stayed in place, but something about his behaviour seemed a little odd.  

Was he nervous?

''I just wanted to know if you could handle the pressure of such an important task,'' he said, raising an eyebrow.

I glowed at that but was quickly distracted as to why he could be feeling nervous. I felt butterflies flutter in my stomach but tried to ignore them.

''Well actually, sir,'' I said, getting up and revealing my wand. ''I've already finished.'' I conjured an envelope and caught it in the air. 

''You did?'' Grindelwald said astounded watching the envelope with fascination.

I nodded, stepped forward, and placed the envelope on his desk. I reversed the spell that kept the papers together and they were all laid out neatly across his desk.  

I tucked my wand away and smiled. 

''You really have to teach me how to do that spell,'' he said grinning. 

It certainly looked good on him, a grin. I did notice that he had never smiled or grinned whenever there were other people present. Usually, he would just be looking like he was angry, emotionless or careless and he always had a smooth way with words that left me astounded over and over. 

He examined the parchment with extreme interest.

He took a drawing and examined the closely drawn floor map of the prison Azkaban.

''This is unbelievable,'' he mumbled, taking another piece of parchment scribbled full of notes and answered questions. He looked at me with a charming smile. ''You surely know how to lift up to someone's expectations,'' he said knowingly. 

I smiled sheepishly. ''Well, I want to do perfectly what is asked of me.'' 

''It looks as if a professional created this. And that in one night.'' He looked up at me. ''You impressed me,'' he said, his charming smile returning.

''That's all I wish to accomplish, sir,'' I said smiling back at him. 

''You may go now,'' he said gently. I nodded and made my way towards the door, my chest almost exploding with pride and butterflies. 

I was about to leave when he called, ''Oh, and could you thank Queenie for me?''

I glanced back. He had already returned to his bowed-over stance to examine the papers and I couldn't help but smile as he muttered under his breath astoundedly. 

''Of course, sir,'' I said, leaving the room and throwing him one last smile.

Grindelwald's P.O.V (Third-person)

He watched the closed door with a dreamy smile, but then slapped a hand across his face.

He had not been able to ask you what he had intended to do.

Really? A checkup on the plan?  he thought annoyed. His true reason for summoning you was because he wanted to ask you out to dinner. Well, not directly. He would disguise it by saying it would be for business. But despite this cover, he still didn't manage to do it. 

But fear had started to creep up on him and all kinds of possibilities entered his mind. What if you'd notice it was rather unusual he had dinner with just you. He had never discussed business over dinner before. 

He sighed tiredly and rubbed his temples. His eyes drifted off towards the pile of parchment on his desk. 

He spread them all across the flat, wooden surface. He wanted to have a clear view of every single paper but frowned when he glimpsed something that probably didn't belong there. 

He slowly took it from the pile, uncovering it as the parchment covering it slipped off. He gaped at what he saw then. An impressively detailed portrait of him. 

He watched it with curiosity. He knew you did a good job at drawing, that was one thing he had learned about you throughout the years, but he never expected you to be this good.

His eye caught a small message scribbled at the bottom of the portrait. ''My friend Gellert Grindelwald,'' he whispered. 

His expression cleared and his eyes glinted with hope. 

These four words might have provided him with just the courage he needed to ask you out for dinner.