Once I had changed I returned to his quarters, a bit shaky.

He stood in the middle of the room, casting spells, his wand aloft. 

I watched him quizzically. ''Against the cold. I suppose you prefer warmth,'' he said raising his platinum-blonde eyebrows.

I watched him move his wand elegantly in the air.

''You may lie down if you want,'' he said nodding his head towards the bed.

I nodded and carefully petted Owyn before I got under the warm covers. ''But I thought you liked the cold,'' I said hiding my grin behind the blankets. ''I do,'' he shrugged. ''But I don't think you do.''

I thought about a fitting response. 

''Sometimes I do, it can be nice on the right occasions. As long as it's not freezing,'' I chuckled lightly. He smiled at me. ''It's good to see you laughing again,'' he said lowering his wand. ''It feels good, too. It pains me to realize it will be gone once I wake up from another nightmare."

He approached me and joined me under the warm covers. ''Owyn is with you now, and so am I. Don't worry. Everything is going to be fine,'' he said, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

Alright, now I'm confused.

Oh, already?

Shut up. I don't think he does it on purpose, but why is he playing with my feelings like this? Why would he have told me to forget about the kiss if he liked me too?

Because he's afraid.

Why would he be afraid?

I don't know, ask him.

I hadn't realized I had been staring at him. ''Is something wrong?'' he asked slowly. I shook my head and forced the thoughts away. ''Sleep well, (Y/N). I'll be here when you awake,'' he said raising his hand. The lights dimmed until only the moon provided us of light.

I rolled onto my side so I faced him. ''Thank you, sir,'' I said appreciatively. ''No matter. You should try and get some sleep, you must be exhausted,'' he said.

I allowed the drowsiness to slowly take over, his face being the last thing I saw before I fell asleep.

I had the same nightmare, but the part where my father was still nice had been left out.

I gasped in fright when I woke up and quickly clamped my hand against my mouth when I remembered Grindelwald lay beside me. But I had acted too late, he had already noticed. He was facing my way, laying on his side. His eyes didn't contain any hint of sleepiness.

His arm slithered around my waist and he pulled me onto my side, close to him. I had to admit, I felt safe in his arms, even if I wasn't supposed to.

I snuggled up against his bare chest as he held me tightly in his strong arms. He started caressing my back and didn't stop until I relaxed. ''What was it about?'' he asked softly. His voice was so tender and calming. ''The same as before,'' I whispered. I was on the verge of tears and he continued caressing my back.

''It's okay,'' he soothed. ''It's okay.''

He held me in his arms until we both fell asleep. The rest of the night, I didn't have any more nightmares.

I woke up in his warm, pale, strong arms. It made me feel safe when he held me like that.

He was also awake, but he pretended to be asleep so he could hold me just a little longer.

I looked up at his handsome face.

You're worthless

I tried to fight the thought but I couldn't stop the tears. I buried my face against his chest as the tears leaked through.

He stirred and I froze. ''What's wrong? Were you crying?'' he asked concerned. I shook my head and wiped the tears away.

''Have you already forgotten what I told you yesterday?'' he asked refusing to let me go. ''My feelings are a mess. I'm a mess,'' I muttered. ''Since my family died I've been feeling too much, but at the same time not, enough.''

He nodded and looked down at me. ''I might be able to help you fix your feelings and teach you how to control them,'' he offered. He took a strand of my hair and played with it. ''If you want me to, of course."

''You mean you'll play as my psychologist,'' I asked grinning. He shook his head. ''Let's call it a mentor at controlling messed up feelings,'' he said grinning back at me.

His smile slowly faltered and he continued. ''You've been through a lot in your life. I think you haven't gotten enough chances to talk to people about your feelings, but talking about them might help,'' he said seriously.

''And, of course, with the help of a little magic I can help you,'' he said grinning again.

It was weird to think he was the intimidating man who wanted to 'rule the world'. He was nothing like people said.

''Just tell me if you need anything. I'm here for you,'' he said softly. ''Thank you, sir. But for now, I think I'll be okay to lay here for a little longer,'' I said not daring to look him in the eyes.

As a response, he wrapped both of his arms around me and held me close.

''To be fair, sir. I'm not sleepy anymore,'' I said looking up at him. 

He shook his head. ''Neither am I,'' he said. ''Do you want to talk?'' I asked hesitantly. 

He raised his eyebrows. ''About what?'' he questioned.

I leaned on my elbow, one of his arms was still around my waist. ''I would like to get to know you better, sir,'' I said smiling slightly.

''Okay. But first, you have to answer a question of mine. What was the most embarrassing moment in your life?'' he asked smirking. ''Are you kidding me? You really want me to choose?'' I asked unbelievably. He chuckled and nodded. ''I do.''

''Hm, let's see,'' I said thoughtfully. ''Ah. There's this time when I accidentally said a swear word in front of my former boss,'' I said sniggering at the memory. "I was reporting a magical accident when we got into an argument and I stumbled over my words and said something that wasn't quite proper. Which is also why he fired me shortly afterward."

''Seriously? That's the most embarrassing thing you can think of?" he said unimpressed. "Have you done something more embarrassing?" I challenged. "You will be surprised at how embarrassing some moments in my life were."

Queenie was hurrying down the dark corridors early in the morning, clutching an opened envelope in her hand.

She impatiently knocked against your door and roughly opened it when she didn't receive a reply.

She gasped when she saw the empty room. You usually didn't get up early, so panic started to bubble up inside of her. She started checking every location where you could possibly be.

When she couldn't find you anywhere she grew anxious. She almost ran towards Grindelwald's quarters but froze when she heard your voice emerge from inside.

You were laughing and asked a question to which Grindelwald replied a little goofy.

A broad grin spread across her face. She regained her composure and knocked against the door. 

She decided to play a little with her best friend.

The voices stopped abruptly. The next thing she heard, were footsteps nearing the door. It opened, and a shirtless Grindelwald stood in front of her.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" he asked grumpily, faking his drowsiness. "(Y/N) has vanished, sir!" Queenie said, acting panicky. He rolled his eyes and sighed. "I'm sure she's fine. She's a smart witch. Goodnight, Queenie," he said slamming the door shut.

She couldn't stop grinning when she, again, heard your voice from inside.

"Do you think she noticed I'm here?" I asked nervously. He shook his head. "I don't think so," he said lying back down on his back and staring up at the ceiling.

"She's really good at interrupting, isn't she?" he asked turning his head to look at you. "Pretty much, yeah. Especially when you're asleep," I said grinning.

"Hm." He looked back up at the ceiling. "How far are you with the planning of the rally?" he asked. 

"I'm almost done," I said a little disappointed. He hadn't talked about that before, so why now? Something isn't right, I thought suspiciously.

A single, bright ray of sunlight entered the room and shone onto my face. "I have to go," I said swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and pushing myself up.

I petted Owyn, who was also already awake. "Is it okay if he stays here for a little longer? I don't want to risk his health, just so I can move him," I said looking down at the male snowy owl. "Of course," Grindelwald responded a little surprised.

"I will be done planning later today," I said standing up. "Good day, sir," I said before I left his room and set off to my own.