Waiting
“Newton, I’m so glad you finally decided to join us today…because I’ve been waiting for you.”
Newt audibly swallowed, looking between his brother, Leta, and Grindelwald. They had come here with the intention of saving her but judging by the smirk on Grindelwald’s face and his words, this had all been planned.
Since New York, Newt had been avoiding crowds and people in general as much as possible, aside from a handful of book readings and signings. When he’d gotten to Paris, he intended to stay long enough for a signing before continuing on. Instead, Theseus had shown up right before it started to tell him that Leta had been kidnapped by Grindelwald’s followers. Newt was of course the only person Theseus could trust now that it was clear that Grindelwald’s followers were in the ministry.
Newt hadn’t had much of a choice, then did he?
Quietly thanking Jacob for his promise to watch over his case, Newt replied to the Dark Lord.
“You can’t use my creatures against me,” Why else would Grindelwald want him- or rather, have gone to all this trouble just to draw Newt out?
The Magizoologist certainly didn’t expect to watch as Grindelwald’s smirk to grow into something more predatory.
“I am not interested in your creatures, darling. Although, they will be very much welcomed with us, of course. I wouldn’t dream of taking you away from them.”
Newt just stared at him, completely bewildered. ‘Why is he implying I’d be with him?’ The Hufflepuff thought ‘I’d never follow someone like him!’
“I see you have doubts,” the dark lord said, amused.
Ignoring Theseus order’s not to talk to Grindelwald, Newt tilted his head- questioning the blonde “Wouldn’t you? After all,” Newt’s voice grew soft despite his attempts for it not to.
“Lightning curses hurt.”
It’s just a second, a flash but Newt sees it anyway, regret written on Grindelwald’s face. He walks inside the blue circle of flames, their light making his skin look even paler.
“You’re right. I should- I apologize for that. But I hadn’t seen you yet, not truly. I hadn’t realized how important you were- “he paused, amending his statement “ I hadn’t realized how important you are.”
“I’m really not.” Newt narrows his eyes, noting that Grindelwald was clearly losing his patience.
Grindelwald growled, a slight wave of his hand in a display of wandless magic had Newt being pushed right into Grindelwald’s arms.
“You are the most important person here, Liebling,” The Dark Lord declared, pressing his lips against the Magizoologist’s.
He doesn’t know why he does it- confusion, shock, or simply because he’d wanted to (though he’d never admit it)- Newt’s lips parted, allowing Grindelwald to deepen the kiss.
The blonde practically purred, his grip on Newt tightening. He’d already decided- he was never letting Newt go.