We had made an even bigger mess than he had done alone, but we had managed to create a sweet breakfast.

We were like little children when we were alone in the kitchens. He had chosen not to wear his trench coat and dark waistcoat, so he was still only wearing a white shirt, and he was smart to do so because the entire shirt was covered with dark spots of chocolate sauce.

The time we had spent in the kitchen had at least doubled by the many kisses we had during our messy cooking lesson.

''I never thought I was capable of cooking,'' he said watching the two trays filled with dishes. ''Except this morning. I don't know why I was thinking I could cook.''

''It was a sweet thing to do.''

''Well, it was sweet, unlike the burnt toast.''

I chuckled. ''What did you enjoy most making?'' I asked looking at him curiously.

He was tapping his chin thoughtfully and roughly pulled me against him which made me squeak in surprise. My heart skipped a beat and I watched his handsome face from so close again.

I could feel his warm breath against my cold skin, I shivered slightly as he whispered, ''Does making out with you count too?''

''No,'' I said softly, teasing him. He pressed his lips against mine. After some time I mumbled, ''Actually, now I've reconsidered it, yes. Yes, it does.''

This kiss was different from the ones we had in the kitchens before. This was more like the kiss in his office, and I couldn't help but tuck at his not-so-white anymore shirt, begging for him to take it off.

To my pleasure, he did, which forced us to break the kiss momentarily, before he roughly caught my lips again.

My hands traveled up his shoulders, around his neck and over his chest. His skin was unexpectedly warm and soft.

His tongue entered my mouth and he slowly drove me against the edge of one of the counters.

I ran my hands through his platinum blonde hair and felt a wave of pleasure race through me as he started to kiss his way down my jawline and neck.

To my annoyance and horror, I could hear murmurs closing in on the room. ''Sir.''

He didn't hear me and I started to panic. ''Grindelwald,'' I hissed trying to ignore the pleasure.

Again he didn't seem to hear me, so I saw only one option. ''Gellert,'' I whispered almost touching his ear.

To my relieve he finally retreated and watched me surprised. ''People are coming,'' I whispered urgently.

He listened and heard the voices in the corridors. His expression quickly changed and he grabbed his wand and pointed it at his shirt, which lay quite a distance away. ''Accio.''

He caught it with one hand and quickly pulled it over his head. He ran his fingers through his hair in one fluid motion so his hair was back in place.

I watched him helplessly as the voices neared. ''Just follow my lead,'' he reassured me.

I nodded and the door opened. Several people and house-elves poured into the room one by one, all staring at us in surprise and confusion when they caught sight of us. ''Sir, what are you doing here?'' one of the men asked.

Grindelwald shrugged. ''(Y/N) here, just taught me how to cook,'' he said seriously. ''But, why would you want to learn how to cook? You have house-elves,'' the man insisted.

''That, Patterson, is my business,'' Grindelwald said sternly. The man looked down and backed away. ''Now, if you'll excuse us, we need to have breakfast.'' He took one of the trays and beckoned for me to take the other.

''Good day, gentlemen,'' he said as he passed them.

We grinned at one another when the door had closed behind us. ''That was a close call,'' I said my grin turning into a goofy smile.

''We'll have to get used to it. My intuition says this won't be the last time,'' he said smirking. ''Let's eat now. I wanted to prepare breakfast in bed for you, but as you've seen, I'm a total failure if it's about cooking,'' he said sheepishly.

I sniggered and we left for his quarters so we could have breakfast together.

We talked some over breakfast. I found out he had had a younger sister who died because she had been incurably ill. Since that day he had sworn to himself, he would make the world a better place where no one had to die before their time had come. But if people weren't so stubborn, like the Ministry of magic, killing wouldn't be required and we could create a world of peace and prosperity.

I also found out he was expelled from Durmstrang, the wizarding school he attended to when he was younger because he had done a dangerous experiment with dark magic.

He had always been most interested in the Dark Arts and he had created many spells that were now considered illegal, by the laws of London,  America and Europe.

''Sometimes I like to believe they only made them illegal because I came up with them,'' he stated, throwing a grape in the air and catching it with his mouth.

''And did they?'' I asked taking a bite of my toast. He shrugged and chewed. ''I don't know. Could be,'' he mumbled.

The conversations went smooth and we had a lot of fun.

He suddenly stopped talking and shot around fixing his gaze at the balcony. ''Sir?''

He held up his hand to silence me, then pushed a finger to his lips to which I nodded in reply.

He stood up and slowly approached the balcony. As he peered over the edge, he beckoned me to come closer.

When I stood next to him he pointed at the forest where I could see slight movement between the bare tree branches. ''Aurors,'' he whispered.

My eyes grew wide and I watched him fearfully.

He took me out of the room so we could talk, not that it really made any difference, but it felt safer.

''How did they find us?'' I asked still not daring to talk too loudly. ''I suppose they've traced back the way the Augurey had flown to get to Owyn. But we're safe as long as the spells on the castle keep working. There's nothing to worry about, by midday they'll be gone.''

I hoped he was right, but I wasn't sure. ''I said everything is going to be fine,'' he said taking my hands. ''But what if it's not? What if they find us and take Queenie? We can't lose her,'' I whispered, tears welling up in my eyes.

Queenie and I might not have been the best of friends lately, but I was certain she didn't act like that on purpose. Something was wrong with her. ''Sir, what if we lose her?'' I asked afraid, looking up at his multi-colored eyes.

He embraced me tightly. ''Everything is going to be fine. I'll make sure,'' he whispered into my ear before he withdrew.

I gulped but couldn't manage a smile. He pressed his soft lips against mine to comfort me. ''I'll make sure,'' he said softly.

''Let's go and see her now. Since you have a particular quick mind at coming up with scenarios, you might be able to help us.'' He took my hand and squeezed it softly.

I nodded and followed him through the corridors. ''But, sir, people will see us holding hands,'' I said as I realized his was still wrapped around mine. He nodded. ''I don't care.'' He grinned mischievously at me and I returned a soft smile, blushing slightly.

So he does care about me! Ha!

Told you so. See? Never doubt me, Owyn said amused.

I rolled my eyes and thought, I won't. As long as you won't be an annoying and unbearable know-it-all.

There was a silence and for a moment I was afraid I had said the wrong thing or might've offended him, but to my relief a reply came eventually,

Is that really the best thing you can come up with? I don't need books to know everything. I'm almighty and have all the knowledge this world possesses!

I sniggered.

Grindelwald turned to me quizzically. ''Uh, Owyn,'' I said quickly smiling. ''Ah. Our little friend is busy again?'' he chuckled. I nodded. ''What did he say?'' he asked curiously.

''Nothing special. The usual actually. That he's almighty and possesses all knowledge.''

Grindelwald's brow furrowed and he looked at me seriously. ''He's got a point, though,'' he said considerably. I scoffed. ''So we're picking sides now, aren't we?''

He shook his head. ''I don't do sides but my own,'' he grinned.

''So did I, until I met you and I couldn't resist but pick yours,'' I said sweetly, leaning my head against his shoulder. ''That's the first flirty thing you've said to me.'' He grinned broadly as I flushed. ''Did I do it wrong?'' I asked uncertainly.

''No, you didn't. It doesn't matter at all if you do it right or wrong. As long as you do it in your own way.''

I smirked. ''And what's your way?''

He tapped his chin thoughtfully. ''If I should name it, it would be kissing.''

''That doesn't count,'' I disagreed, chuckling. He raised his eyebrows. ''No? Are you sure?'' He stopped walking and turned to me. I nodded confidently, but my grin was still in place. ''I am.''

''Then,'' he said stepping closer to me, slowly driving me up against the wall. ''Allow me to change your mind.''

He softly placed his lips on mine. When he retreated he pecked them curtly before he faced me again.

''I'm not convinced yet. Still not flirting,'' I said trying to keep my voice casual. ''Hm.'' He raised his eyebrows and stood over me. ''And what do you call flirting than?'' he whispered softly leaning close to me, his lips just a few inches away from mine.

He was teasing me!

''With words, sir.'' It sent shivers up his spine every time you and he had an intimate moment together and you called him sir. ''No kisses at all?'' he breathed near my ear.

''That depends on where the conversation goes,'' I said turning my head to his, my lips softly brushing against his pale cheek.

''And what about this conversation?'' he whispered, barely audible. ''We'll see,'' I gasped.

He turned to me and roughly pushed his lips against mine. ''I guess it is where this conversation is going,'' I mumbled against his lips. The kiss quickly turned deep, and we both had a hard time at retreating and doing what we came for.

Finally, I managed to tear apart our lips and he almost at once kissed me again, but I said, ''Sir, we were going to visit Queenie,'' I reminded him softly.

He shortly pecked my lips and nodded. ''You're right.'' He took a step back and examined my flushed face. ''You know I think you're the most beautiful woman in the entire universe?'' he asked watching me with a shy smile.

I blushed and smiled at him. ''If you say so,'' I said softly. He nodded and took my hand again.

When we, at last, arrived at the infirmary we found the nurse scurrying nervously around the room.

''Sir, I was just about to send a message to you, if I hadn't lost my wand,'' she said looking around. Grindelwald sighed and pointed at the bedside table next to Queenie's bed. ''Ah.'' She flushed and took it.

''Is something wrong with Queenie?'' he asked casually. ''That is a matter of opinions,'' she said uneasily. Grindelwald furrowed his brow. ''Whatever do you mean. Tell us what happened,'' he demanded frustrated.

She blinked and said panicky, ''She's turning into a vampire!''

I watched her perplexed and then glanced at the pale Queenie behind her, lying motionless on the bed. ''That's not possible. No vampires or werewolves nor other magical beings can enter this building,'' he said shaking his head.

''Sir, you forgot that Nagini is also here. So you'd lifted the spell, didn't you?''

The nurse nodded in agreement. ''She's been showing symptoms of the transformation lately. High temperatures, pale skin, distant eyes, growing incisors,'' she explained. ''She will be awake in the last phase, but that will be extremely painful because she's changing from the inside.''

Grindelwald was staring at Queenie. ''A vampire. But.'' He stopped talking and sighed. ''We'll have to find out who did this,'' he said rubbing his forehead with his eyes closed. ''We'll investigate and have surveys, check everyone on possible traitors and lock them away somewhere dark where they'll never see the light again. They'll know what the consequences are of betraying Gellert Grindelwald.''