The characters do not belong to me, they belong to JK Rowling.

Author's Note: I have four left to post in this Challenge and I have had a lot of fun doing these. Thank you to all who have reviewed my previous drabbles! I will be posting two today and two more on Thursday, but I am working on other works and would love to find a beta if anyone is interested. For instance, somebody who could help me with my out of control run on sentence problem would be appreciated .

Prompt: Cold

Pairing: Andromeda and Kingsley

Cold

Andromeda shivered. It was cold still near the ocean in early May, but the children did not seem to mind. They frolicked on the beach under the watchful eyes of the adults. Exuberant after a morning spent on best behavior and an afternoon spent eating birthday cake.

It wasn't hard to find her grandson, Teddy, amongst the rabble. Quite aside from the blue hair or the fact that he was the tallest, he had a little shadow dodging his every step in the form of the birthday girl herself. Her bright blonde plaits bouncing on her back, her homemade crown still on her head, pretty dress traded in for jeans and her latest Weasley jumper, the newly turned four-year-old was undaunted by Teddy's indifference.

Well, he'll notice someday, Andromeda mused. There was no mistaking that little Victoire was her mother's daughter.

"You look cold, would you like my cloak?" asked the deep, smooth voice of the Minister of Magic.

Kingsley didn't wait for an answer, just slipped the royal blue cloak around her shoulders. It was warm from his body and smelled of sandalwood. Andromeda felt the heat of it seep into her skin, right to her bones. How long had it been since she had felt this warm?

"Does it ever seem to you that we are paired up at the end of every one of these Weasley events?" he asked with a self-deprecating grin.

"Well, with all of the other attendees married, I suppose it is only natural that the only two lonely souls would seek one another out."

He looked at her, his green eyes as heated as his cloak. "I thought, perhaps, that Molly was playing matchmaker."

Andromeda found herself laughing, but she didn't recognize her laughter. Or, at least, it sounded foreign to her, she couldn't remember the last time she had laughed that warm laugh.

"Molly?" she said dryly. "Meddling? Surely you jest."

Kingsley chuckled, a sound that rumbled in his chest and made his face open up in a most appealing way. Suddenly what he had said, sunk in. Was Molly playing matchmaker? Andromeda looked at Kingsley, who was looking back.

Well, he was certainly striking, handsome even. His skin was the color of dark chocolate, his perfectly shaped bald head, full lips, curiously pale eyes. He was tall, but not too tall like Arthur, and his shoulders were broad, his body powerful. Was she appraising this man's attributes?

A cold wind whipped a thick stand of hair, embarrassingly gray, into her face. He reached up and tucked it behind her ear, his fingertips grazing her cheek. His fingers were hot against her pale, cool skin that was now tingling.

As if by agreement, they both averted their eyes, staring out at the beach. Andromeda watched as Teddy swung Victoire about, the girl's giggles those of pure joy.

Yet, her mind was on the man standing beside her.