Happy 27th Birthday Hestia!

"Minister?"

Kingsley looked up to see Audrey, his secretary, peeking around the door. He smiled kindly at her and placed his quill on the desk.

"Yes, Audrey?"

"Miss Jones is here to speak with you."

With a nod, Kingsley indicated for Audrey to let her in. A few moments later, a dark haired witch in yellow robes opened the door. Kingsley couldn't help but notice how pretty she looked, her curly black hair pulled loosely away from her face, her keen blue eyes bright and alive.

"You wanted to see me, Kingsley?" she asked cheerfully. Hestia Jones was an incredibly intelligent witch. It was a great honour for her to become Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at such a young age, but Kingsley found she was exceptionally well suited to the job. Previously an Auror, Kingsley had worked alongside Hestia for several years, and the two of them had developed a close friendship. He admired her and often consulted her about important matters.

He nodded and gestured for her to sit down. "Yes, Jones, I want to ask your opinion on something."

Hestia shook her head at him and perched herself on the edge of his desk, crossing her legs. She peered down at him with an amused smile. Kingsley tried not to focus on how her robes had ridden up to her mid-thigh, or the slender curve of her pale calf, as she sat on his desk.

"Oh Kingsley," she laughed, her blue eyes twinkling, "I think we've known each other long enough for a first-name basis, don't you think?"

Her remark caught him off guard and he swallowed. "Oh, yes, of - of course… Hestia," he stuttered.

"What was it you wanted to ask me?" she implored, tapping her fingers along his desk. She had such delicate hands, Kingsley thought to himself. Not the hands of an adept Auror. It surprised him.

"Uh, yes, Jones - I mean, Hestia. It's about Azkaban. I've been thinking of removing the Dementors and replacing the security with highly-trained Aurors.

Hestia nodded, biting her lip in concentration. Kingsley shifted uncomfortable at the sight. "I think that is a marvellous idea," she smiled. "Those Dementors have been there far too long. But, how would we remove them without endangering the mainland?"

Kingsley nodded. "That is precisely what I wanted to talk to you about. We need a plan of attack, and I wondered if you could help me."

With a sly smile, Hestia leaned forward a little. "Why don't we talk about it over dinner, Minister?" she asked, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

Kingsley gulped. "Dinner?"

"It is my birthday, after all. I would rather discuss this matter where there is good wine involved."

Kingsley laughed at her. "Oh - er - Happy Birthday, uh… Jones."

Hestia beamed and leapt off his desk, smoothing down her robes and flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Pick me up at say, seven?

"Seven is - uh - fine," he stuttered.

"Excellent," she grinned and made for the door. "I look forward to our discussion," she drawled as she left the room, leaving Kingsley bewildered in his chair, staring after her retreating figure. This would certainly be interesting.

A/N: My Dear Professor McGonagall made me fall in love with this ship. I think they are adorable. Please read and review :) xx