This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Word Count: 606

Title: Nicca's Mistake

Note: Post-war,

Warnings: Mentioned character death.

Beta:

Hogwarts

Pairing The Character: Kingsley/Narcissa

Crazy Cone Contraptions: Marvelous Marshmallow Blend - (pairing of choice) Narcissa/?

UBC: Accessory Set (3 accessories, effects are random) - Price: 600 words, (word) colorful

After the imprisonment of Lucius Malfoy, and his later death by the Dementor's kiss, Narcissa believed she would remain a lone widow for the remainder of her days, but it seemed like Draco had other plans for her. She had been set up on numerous blind dates, because she simply didn't care to waste her time with a man that wasn't worthy of her. Of course she had known Kingsley in his capacity as Ministry employee, and acquaintance of her husband, but she didn't know anything of his personal life. She hadn't felt like there was any reason to pry. She appreciated her privacy, so she didn't dwell in idle gossip.

She was wearing colourful robes of lilac with gold accents on the day she walked in on what felt like her millionth blind date, but her son assured her if she didn't care for the man, he would give up in his attempts to find her love. As it happens, she saw Kingsley across the crowded room in the Leaky Cauldron, and she saw a softness in his eyes she had never noticed before. The rest, as they say, was history.

"Nicca," Kingsley said. "Where is your head?"

Narcissa let out a small laugh, reminiscing about their first date often created some distraction. She was standing by his side in a large ballroom, shaking hands with foreign officials, and wondered how she had gotten herself into the role of a Ministry wife again, without having the title.

"I was thinking off the day we met," she smiled softly, her eyes focused only on him.

"Yes, I remember, I commented on how lovely you looked in those dress robes, the colourful ones you are wearing tonight," he said. He squeezed her hand softly. She loved that he remembered these small details. If she was a betting woman, she would believe he would be able to tell her which table he was sitting at, and the exact time of the blind date that changed their lives.

The night passed in a flurry of conversations with strange men and women about various things that Narcissa knew she ought to pretend to care about, but there was only one thing on her mind. They had been together for three years to the day, and it seemed like Kingsley had forgotten all about their anniversary. She couldn't bring herself to be angry about it, after all, she never seemed to be able to make head or tails of those kinds of things.

"Let's get out of here," Kingsley whispered, leaning over to her, making her shiver. The two went home to his apartment, where she often spent the night. She forgot all about her previous concerns when he started to kiss her, and lead her to the bedroom.

"Happy three year anniversary, Nicca," Kingsley said, and Narcissa opened her eyes to breakfast in bed, with fresh orange juice and a single red rose in a vase.

"But," she squinted through her sleepy eyes. "Yesterday was the 18th."

Kingsley grabbed the invitation for the gala off his bedside table after placing down the tray of food. "No, it was the 17th." He held it out for her. Narcissa couldn't help it, she groaned. "My love, all this time you thought I forgot?"

Narcissa nodded. His expression changed. "Then why didn't you say anything?"

"It doesn't matter," she tried to argue, but his stern features told her it was important to him.

"It matters." He sat down by the side of the bed, taking her hand into his and kissing the back of it. "I love you, Nicca."

"And I love you."