Grindelwald takes what he wants, he thought as he extended a trembling hand towards the door. He closed his eyes and took a  deep breath before opening it.

''Ah, (Y/N), you decided to come,'' he said smiling. 

''You owe a lot of it to Queenie,'' you said hiding your nerves. ''I wasn't sure if I'd come at first.'' 

His mind raced and he felt his heart crumble a little, but he retained his composure.

''And why's that?'' he asked stepping out of the way so you could enter. 

Why! you thought frustrated. 

You had the annoying habit that whenever you were nervous you never really thought about anything you were saying. 

''Uhm.''

The room wasn't lit really well but even in the darkness, you could see your cheeks were as red as cherries. 

Grindelwald smirked amused. ''Never mind,'' he said guiding you to the balcony and the table.

He pulled back a chair for you and you sat down, smiling at him curtly before looking down at your hands.

He settled down himself and watched you intently. 

''(Y/N).'' 

You looked up at him, ashamed of the fact that your cheeks were still red. ''It isn't important, let's just enjoy this while we can, alright?'' he said gently.

Again, butterflies started fluttering in your stomach as he used those meaningful words. Why was this happening all of a sudden? I've known him for a few years now, why am I feeling like this now?

How could people ever be afraid of him? you thought unbelievably. He's so nice and caring. Of course, I've heard the stories and read about his history, but I can't imagine the man across of me doing those things. 

I started to doubt if the stories were really true or just gossip.

Sure, I had seen him do some things but those weren't as bad as what people were saying. Fear can do horrible things to a person. I from all people should know that. 

I nodded and smiled shyly. ''You're right, sir,'' I said. He smiled contentedly and conjured two bottles of wine. 

''Red or white?'' he asked. I held out my glass, ''Red please.''

He filled half of the glass, then poured some into his own. ''As I mentioned in the invitation I had brought you, I have some things to discuss.''

He doesn't say business, so what does that mean?

Shut up! Please don't make me more nervous than I already am.

''What would you like to discuss, sir?'' I asked sipping my wine. 

''Well, I have been examining your plan a bit more closely,'' he started. 

''Is something wrong with it?'' I asked quickly, afraid I might've overlooked something very important.

''No, there's nothing wrong. Your plan is absolutely perfect.'' I let out a sigh of relief.

''But, I think I've found something I wasn't exactly supposed to find,'' he said conjuring the portrait I made of him.

I recognized it as soon as I laid eyes on it and my cheeks grew as red as the wine in my glass as I realized what had just happened. 

I must've forgotten to remove it from the desk! I thought horrified. 

''I'm sorry,'' I muttered looking down at my hands again.

''There's nothing to apologize for.'' 

He examined the portrait and smiled at me. ''I have noticed through the years you could draw quite well. But now I've seen this, I think that's underestimated.''

I smiled at him, but that didn't take away the blush from my cheeks. ''Once again, you managed to impress me,'' he said.

I was still very ashamed that he had found the portrait despite the many compliments he'd just given me. No one was supposed to know, not even Queenie.

"Let's eat," he said. 

My mind was foggy. I didn't understand why he would invite me to dinner, just because he found a drawing. He could tell me that in his office. There must've been more behind it than that, I thought suspiciously.

Do I need to spell it out to you!

No. I don't need your obsessive mindset right now, go away.

Stop being so stubborn and just listen! He might like you, but we're not sure. We mustn't be hasty.

What do you propose I do?

Just play it subtle. Don't be obvious, that'll destroy our chance.

Those small chats in my mind kept returning more often lately. 

I wasn't sure what caused them, but I had my suspicions. They were all about the same subject. Gellert Grindelwald.

''(Y/N), are you alright?'' Grindelwald interrupted my thoughts. 

I looked up and nodded quickly. ''I'm fine.'' I smiled. 

''If you're not feeling well you don't have to stay,'' he said. ''No, no. I'll stay,'' I assured him. ''I was just thinking about something Queenie told me.''

The rest of the dinner went smooth. We discussed some future assaults that still needed planning, and of course, I couldn't help but offer myself to do some of it.

When we were done I stood up and thanked him. I turned to walk away but he stopped me by taking my hand.

I blushed slightly at the sudden contact and looked into his eyes. 

''Do you remember that spell you told me you'd teach me?'' he asked. I was quite surprised by the physical contact but tried to ignore the butterflies that were once again, fluttering endlessly.

I nodded. 

''Well, I thought maybe you could teach me now, considering we're already here,'' he said choosing his words carefully.

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

He didn't want you to leave. He enjoyed your company, but most of all he was very eager to know how you felt about him and couldn't wait to find out. 

He was a little anxious to face the truth. Maybe you didn't feel the same about him as he felt about you, but maybe you did.

He realized he was still holding your hand, but he didn't want to let go. Your hand was so small and delicate. The touch between you and him sent shivers up his spine.

''Alright. But we don't have anything to practice on,'' you said hesitantly looking around. 

''That can be arranged,'' he said waving his knobby wand in an attempt to convince you. 

The table was cleared, and with another flick, a pile of parchment appeared. 

''Will this do?''

You nodded approvingly and took out your wand. You pointed it at the pile and flicked it curtly. 

The pile of parchment had vanished and was replaced by a neat envelope. 

''All you have to do is hold your arm on the right height and say 'sinum.'''

I reversed the spell and the envelope turned back into the pile of parchment. 

Grindelwald copied your movements and flicked his wand without saying the incantation. 

You knew he was really good at non-verbal magic, but nothing happened this time.

You studied his stance and went to stand behind him and raised his arm a little higher. 

He was close to you and you felt his arm tremble slightly under your touch and you smiled a little. 

''Now try again,'' you said removing your hand but staying close behind him.

He flicked his wand and this time the pile folded itself into a neat envelope. ''Well, done,'' you said impressed. ''I suppose it was your turn to impress me, sir,'' you said walking to the envelope and examining it.

''I've never seen anyone manage to do it so quickly,'' you said smiling at him. 

He nodded curtly and took the envelope. ''Where did you learn this spell?'' he asked.

''I created it,'' you said. ''I've tried to teach it to a friend at Hogwarts who was like a brother to me, but he seemed unteachable. He never really thought of school as important.'' 

You smiled at the memory of your best friend. ''I just wished I could've said goodbye before he passed away,'' you said wiping your eyes dry. 

He had been the only one who had supported you in your personal battle with your emotions. But after he died, everything had only seemed bleach and you only did anything for your own good.  

''I'm sorry he died,'' Grindelwald said. ''If he was just like you, I'm sure he'd be a great person,'' he said tucking your hair behind your ear. You smiled at him weakly as he took your hand. ''It's late, you might want to get some sleep,'' he said guiding you across the room.

''Thank you for tonight, sir,'' you said gratefully. He stopped in front of the door, looking at you for a second.

Do it! Kiss her, now!

What if she thinks I'm a creepy, old guy?

Stop being so pathetic and just do it! Grindelwald takes what he wants!

That last sentence rang through his mind as he leaned forward to lightly press a kiss on your forehead. ''Goodnight, (Y/N),'' he said smiling down at you.

Your P.O.V

''He did what!'' Queenie shouted excitedly. ''Shut it, maybe someone hears us,'' I said cautiously. 

Queenie and I sat in my room again. ''What did he say?'' she asked eagerly. ''Come on, (Y/N). I want juicy details!''

''I will tell you if you stop shouting,'' I demanded. 

She watched me smugly. ''So there are juicy details,'' she said smirking. ''I never said that,'' I defended myself. 

''I know, I know. Just tell me what he said.''

''He just bade me goodnight,'' I said simply. ''With a kiss?'' she said grinning broadly. ''There's something going on between you two. I can feel the chemistry.

I was afraid I might never get her to stop mocking me. After all, she was the one who made me nervous for dinner with him, who knows what else she can make me feel.

''Queenie, stop it,'' I said. ''Nothing happened, alright.'' 

I was growing a little annoyed with her. ''I think it's best if we both get some sleep,'' I said yawning. 

Queenie nodded. ''You're right,'' she said and stood up. ''Goodnight, (Y/N).''

''Goodnight, Queenie,'' I replied.

When she was gone I changed into my nightgown, magically killed the lights and lay down in bed, pulling the blankets all the way up to my eyes.

I thought he was going to kiss my lips, I thought as I turned onto my side. What if he was trying to? What if he really likes me? 

I wanted that. Maybe he's just as nervous as I am? He did tremble when I was so close to him.

My mind wandered off and I started fantasizing.

Grindelwald's P.O.V (Third Person)

Do you call that a kiss?

I did kiss her, didn't I?

If you dare to call that a kiss, you're even more a coward than I thought.

Go away, I want to sleep.

No! You need to kiss her. That's the only way to find out. Stop playing this pathetic game and start behaving like the man you are!

I just don't want to make a fool of myself!

You won't. And even if you do, what does it matter? One girl who thinks you're an idiot. So what? The whole world lies at your feet!

He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. He did want to kiss you. But every time you were there, just in front of him he couldn't do it. He didn't understand why he felt like this. It was all a riddle to him.

So? Are you going to do it?

I'll see how things will turn.

He turned around and closed his eyes desperately hoping sleep would come, but it didn't. His thoughts refused to leave him alone. 

Before he knew it, the sun was already peeking over the tips of the distant mountains.

He sat up, rubbing his tired eyes. 

He yawned and got up. 

Once he was fully dressed he left for his office.

He took the portrait you made from his desk and examined it while he was thinking about you and was trying to figure out what he was feeling. 

It was still very early and he was surprised to hear someone knock against the door of his office, asking for entrance.