Have you seen Narcissa?

Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy to Wed.

In a remarkable turn of events, the likes that have not been seen in generations for the Malfoy family, pure blood Draco Malfoy is set to wed Muggle born witch and war heroine Hermione Granger. The couple who have been an item upon graduating Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (and possibly prior) have been seen around Diagon Ally meeting with a number wedding proprietors escorted by Pansy Parkinson of Parkinson's Perfect Parties. Yet one has to wonder during such a life altering event, where is Draco's mother Narcissa Malfoy?

Since her sentence of a year under house arrest back in 1998, for her participation in the Second Wizarding War and the death of her husband Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa has been living the life of a recluse. I for one hope that the news of her only son's marriage would bring the witch out of hiding perhaps gracing us with a soirée the likes our society had seen before the war. A Malfoy affair was said to be a showcase of opulence and sophistication. This reporter cannot think of a better way to celebrate a wedding of this magnitude.

Abigail Lightfoot

Society Page

-The Daily Prophet (March 2005)

Two months after the printed article

The sun had sunk well below the horizon line as the couple swayed to the soft music playing in the background. The lights that were hung in the trees overhead cast a warm honeyed glow in the clearing below. The late Spring breeze felt refreshing carrying the din of the party goers as they bantered about the beauty of the simple ceremony and happiness of the honored couple.

"Was it everything you dreamed of love?" Draco whispered in the ear of his new bride.

Hermione giggled. "Everything and more." She replied snuggling close to Draco's chest. "Just you, me and our closest friends and family. Our real close friends and family. You don't regret not getting married at the Manor."

"No, I would never ask you to have our wedding there." Draco sounded unintentionally firm.

Moving her head away from his chest to look into her husband's cool grey eyes, Hermione asked. "Do you think it bothered Cissa?"

Leaning down to plant a kiss on her forehead, Draco replied. "Not at all my love. Oh, by the way Misty and Merry wanted to decorate the townhouse while we are on honeymoon."

Hermione shook her head. "Those two are so very sweet, I can't wait to see what they come up with."

"Speaking of people who can't wait, you know Mother will want you pregnant by the time we get back right." He said with a chortle.

Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes. "I know she was being not so subtle about it at our last dress fitting. I told her I would like to enjoy being married for awhile and concentrate on my career as well."

"Let me guess, her response was 'Well if you think that's best'." Draco said as the couple chuckled together. "You know, I wouldn't mind staying home with our baby while you worked at the Ministry." He concluded.

"Really Draco, but what about your dreams of expanding the Apothecary?" She questioned.

"Truly Hermione, that was just to occupy my time. After I restructured my inheritance, there was a tenfold increase on our investment profits..." He was cut off before he continued.

"Wait, so realistically I don't have to work either?" She asked.

"Our great-great-great grandchildren do not have to work technically." He smirked.

She flashed him a wicked grin. "This deal get's sweeter and sweeter, here I was thinking I married the handsomest wizard in the world. Seems he's the richest too... lucky me...

"Granger..." Draco was about to tease her back when she cut in.

"Correction, it's Malfoy now." Giving him a knowing smile her sparkling mischievous eyes reflecting the amber hue of the lights. Draco stopped the rhythmic swaying to scoop her up in his arms. Hermione squealed as he lifted off her feet and spun her about. The guest who witnessed their antics began to clap. Draco placed Hermione back on her feet gently, wrapping his arms around her again they began to rock to the music whispering plans for the future.

Narcissa stood by watching the couple, a dreamy smile graced her lips as a lone tear drop slid down her cheek. To see her son finally happy made her heart fill with bittersweet joy. As elated to know that Draco was able to grow into the man that she knew he could become, there was a part that whished Lucius was there in person to witness it.

A voice from her left broke her reverie. "Narcissa would you care to dance?" A deep voice questioned. Narcissa turned to look up meeting the face of Neville Longbottom, his hand out stretched in anticipation of hers.

"Oh, Neville... I don't know... I ..." She began, conflicted as to what she should do. On one hand she thought the offer tempting to dance with a handsome man on the other she felt a bang of guilt to have too much fun. She looked at the warm smile on Neville's face as he beckoned her again.

"I promise not to step on your toes." Flashing her a brilliant smile. She shook her head, reaching for his hand he coaxed her to her feet, guiding the witch to the dance floor. He spun her into his arms and they began to move in time to the music. The melody was somewhat familiar but Narcissa could not place it. The two rocked in silence before Neville broke it.

"You look lovely tonight, the color is very nice." Said Neville complimenting the sunshine yellow dress.

"Did Hermione tell you to say that? She a clever one, I don't understand how she did not wind up a Slytherin." Narcissa teased.

Chuckling at the witch's comment Neville replied. "No, well not really, she did ask that I mention the color but honestly you look stunning." Making a show of spinning her away from him then twirling her back into his arms.

"Oh Neville, how utterly charming you are. By the way you look very dapper tonight. I'm surprised Draco has not said anything about you looking better than the groom." Narcissa dimpled at him. Talking with Neville became easier as the years passed. He would accompany the Aurors during her house arrest as part of his training for the Ministry. He would also come to visit on holidays and special occasions as he had become good friends with Draco. Narcissa had noticed that the older he became the more confident he grew. She also could not help but notice the physical changes, Neville's broad shoulders and muscular frame helped to fill out his suits quite handsomely.

The two spend most of the evening in each other's company, dancing, sharing antidotes, over all having a good time. As the time grew later Narcissa said. "Neville, I seemed to have monopolized your time, did you not want to dance with the other witches here. I noticed some of Hermione's co-workers eyeing you."

"The pleasure was mine Narcissa. I thank you for sharing your evening with me." He said with a smile.

"I should thank you for being so delightful, but would you not want to spend your time with someone the same age as..." She started to say as Neville cut her off.

"Did I mention how lovely you look tonight." He said giving her a smirk that could rival Draco's.

"Yes, and I am flattered but Neville..." She began again.

Raising his champagne flute towards her, he cut in. "It's refreshing to be in the presence of a beautiful, intelligent witch."

Narcissa stopped trying to interrupt catching sight of his amused grin she cocked her eyebrow at him giving sly smirk. She reached for her glass clinking it with his before she took a sip. Her eyes never left his.

A/n: Based on the time line it has been roughly 7 years since Narcissa's sentence making Neville, Hermione and Draco in their mid twenties.