Disclaimer: I own nothing but Amelia. Lord knows I wished I owned Percy though... Sigh.

Merlin, those brown eyes could get her to do anything. She hated to admit it, but one long look into Percival's eyes and she was a goner. Amelia also knew that it was all but useless to argue with him after their years of marriage. So when he told her to go home, it was pretty much already decided she'd go home. And yes, she did feel much better after getting some sleep.

She was so happy to see him home safe when she woke up. Being the Director of Magical Security was certainly not the safest job, and Amelia always breathed a sigh of relief when he came home. So naturally, waking in such a good mood made her practically skip to make him dinner while he lounged by the fire with a glass of firewhiskey.

Grindelwald watched as she flirted around the moderately sized kitchen, using magic for some tasks while doing others by hand. Her green velvet dress danced around as she moved on her toes, humming a tune he wasn't sure of. He glanced down at the band on his ring finger, the Graves family G embossed in the shiny silver. He'd bet galleons that Amelia's sparkly solitare diamond band had it somewhere as well. A beautiful woman, great job, 3 floor brownstone on the upper East side of Manhattan? Percival Graves had what most men in New York could only dream of. He had every intention of enjoying it with the time he had.

"Percy?"

Just as his thoughts were beginning to stir, Gellert looked up. The lights were dimmer, the round dining table on the balcony (how had he not noticed that?) illuminated by a couple tall candles. The food, Coq A Vin it appeared to be, smelled heavenly. Pretty and a good cook? Admirable traits for a wife, magical or not. Smiling, Grindelwald rose and pressed a kiss to her cheek (remember the affection, he told himself) before taking a seat. Their home was a private one, overlooking a small garden gated in front of a woodsy park. Amelia joined him at the table, levitating over two glasses and a bottle of red wine.

Their dinners were usually quiet, both parties quite okay with the comfortable silence. More often than not, the subjects of their work had the potential to make one lose their appetite, so it'd been agreed upon years ago that daily conversation could wait until after.

As dinner ended, the dishes floated themselves away save for the wine and his whiskey to be cleaned. It seemed she had that all down to either an art or routine, possibly both. Shedding himself of his shoes and waistcoat, Gellert sat down on the large couch with Amelia. She made herself comfortable under his arm, leaning against him. "You should tell you aurors to man up a bit, Percy. Thompson about fainted when I had to stitch up his wand hand."

Grindelwald chuckled, mildly relieved that she'd been the one to initiate conversation. Plus he had a feeling that these American aurors weren't all they were cracked up to be. "Why stitch it?" Amelia shrugged, idly playing with his cufflinks on the arm near her. "It was too deep. Just a cut, but I swear the bloody man kept shaking like a child in his first day of school."

They sat like that for what felt like half an hour, but in reality had been about 2 hours. When Amelia yawned, Grindelwald pulled her into his lap, wine and whiskey glasses long forgotten. "You should go to bed, Millie."

" You should come with me, Percy. "

Pretending to consider the offer for a moment, Grindelwald smirked and lifted the woman, carrying her upstairs to the bedroom, where he proceeded to introduce himself to her thoroughly.

Morning broke early, the birds next to the window of the bedroom incessantly chirping and singing. Amelia and her husband were hardly asleep though, instead just laying in the mess of tangled sheets on the bed as they caught their breath. He'd woken her up with a kiss to her neck and a hand between her legs, making quick work of pushing her up against the headboard and sliding into her. Amelia was glad they didn't have neighbors on that particular wall or the rhythmic slamming of the headboard would have surely woken them up. Grindelwald sighed, wrapping his arms around the small woman and pulling her to lay on top of him. Amelia groaned a bit at the soreness between her legs, but shot him a smile. "You're going to be late." , she whispered.

Grindelwald smirked, his eyes twinkling. "Who says I have to go anywhere?" Amelia rose a brow at that. Percival had made it clear that work came first, so that was a surprise. As if sensing her suspicions, he quickly cleared his throat and began to draw circles on her bare back in an attempt to distract her. "I mean, it's your day off and I can't necessarily lecture you in rest of I don't do it myself every once in a while." It seemed to be working, Amelia closing her eyes and letting out a grown as he pressed his fingers into a particularly sore knot in the muscle of her shoulder. "You got me there, darling." , she mumbled.

Focusing on that spot for a few minutes had the woman asleep in no time, and Gellert pulled himself free quietly. He tossed on a red robe from the hook on the door in the bathroom, releasing his transfiguration for a moment. One of the downsides to the particular spell he used was that it used a LOT of energy. Brilliant wizard of not, his magic wasn't infinite. Luckily, it seemed Amelia could sleep through just about anything, so with some protective measures he figured he could release the spell at night to get some rest. As long as she didn't wake during the night, he'd be fine. Poking his head out momentarily he saw Amelia still fast asleep and curled around a pillow. He had work to do, to find the Deathly Hallows, to command his followers... But waiting another few hours wouldn't kill them.

~~~~~Meanwhile, In the trunk~~~~~

No matter how much Percival screamed, threw what few things he had in the stupid trunk, or ran his hand through his hair, he could hear everything. Grindelwald had placed incredibly strong silence and locking charms on the damn thing, so no matter what he did Amelia would never hear. From those birds he hated so much outside the windows to the breathy moans from the open bedroom door and the mumbled conversation after dinner. Being trapped and tortured wasn't as new to him as people liked to believe. But now that Amelia was trapped in the middle of this whole mess, he felt a new level of dread. Merlin's beard, this wasn't supposed to happen!

A/N: Welp, another chapter up! Time is going to skip around a bit from here on until the events of the movie. I know Amelia seems a bit naive, but that will change, don't worry. Poor Percy gets a whole new level of psychological torture, huh? Thanks for reading, I would love to get your feedback!Is it bad I already have a sequel in mind?