"It's alright, Kingsley," she said soothingly before flicking a wandless charm to lock and ward the door against interruption. "Hermione and Severus know and you know you'd trust them with you life. My son knows. His wife knows but has sworn on her wand not to reveal the information. That's it."
"That's six people, Narcissa. A secret cannot be kept between six people!" he blustered.
"Are you saying that Severus and Hermione can't keep a secret? That Draco would willingly hurt me by revealing the information? That Ginevra would risk her magic to reveal her gossip? No, we're quite safe, I assure you." She slid into his lap and wound her arms around his neck. "Now instead of yelling at me and asking impertinent questions, I suggest you greet your lover properly." She looked up from beneath her lashes at him and waited.
With an amused sigh, Kingsley's body relaxed and he scooted his witch closer. "Hello, Cissa. I'm very glad you've come a-visiting this evening," he said, punctuating his greeting with a soft kiss on her lips.
"There's nowhere I'd rather be than here with you, love. Has your day been truly terrible?"
"Not really. Clarifying some of the amendments to the new bill on the amended trace charm. The Wizengamot is being persnickety, as always. Nothing new. What of your day? Have you finalized everything for your big charity gala?"
"Just about. The caterers have been nothing but trouble, but I still have three weeks to whip them into shape. Today was spent on much more pleasant tasks, though."
"Hm?" he asked, rubbing his nose and lips up and down the soft skin of her neck.
"I've seen to it that Severus is properly outfitted for the gala... and I helped him select an engagement ring for Hermione."
Kingsley drew back with a chuckle. "Talk about burying the lede, love. That's wonderful. When is he popping the question?"
"He declined to say, but it had better not be at my gala. I need press attention focused on my efforts to raise money for Hogwarts, otherwise all our careful plans will be for naught."
"About that…"
Narcissa froze and turned looked into her lover's endlessly dark eyes. "And just what are you keeping from me Minister Shacklebolt?"