Narcissa found it strange that the rest of the week she found it surprisingly hard to focus, as her mind had been continually drifting back to the young brunette witch after they had had their meeting. She found that Saturday couldn't come soon enough.
Once the fateful day arrived, Narcissa spent over an hour staring at her wardrobe, trying to figure out the perfect thing to wear. Narcissa's dress was always impeccable, of course, but she felt the extra need to make sure she wore something nice today.
After some debate, Narcissa decided on muggle clothes, a new collection she had been gathering ever since her divorce and the new freedom to actually explore the muggle side of the world - something that he had always secretly been fascinated by, but too afraid until now to really look into. She had found that she loved their fashion, to say the least about their culture.
Deciding on a formfitting black pencil skirt and white oxford blouse, Narcissa slipped on a pair of heels and checked her immaculate hair and makeup twice before flooing to the ministry.
Once their, she made her way to Hermione's office quickly. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door.