A/N: I am a little ahead on this story so I thought I would post a short chapter a little early this week. I will still post one later this weekend as well. Please let me know what you think. Your feedback gives me more motivation to write.

Also, please realize that the rating of this story has changed to M… for good reason. Enjoy!

Previously….

"Fuck you, man," Draco muttered. He turned away from Rowle, pocketing his wand and preparing to apparate. He had enough of this shitty night.

It was then that he felt a fist connect with the back of his head. Draco sprawled out onto the floor turning to see Rowle above him, his wand raised. Draco closed his eyes waiting for the cruciatus curse to flow from his lips. Because of this, he was surprised to see the green puff accompanied by the imperious curse.

Draco felt his muscles relax and the anxiety from the night disapait. He saw a smile spread over Rowle's lips his mind filled with suggestions that he was all too happy to comply with.

"See you later, Malfoy. Enjoy your night."

Draco barely noticed as Rowle apparated beside him. Instead he was focused on his need to walk back to the subway. Once back into the crowded loading station, Draco checked the schedule board. The subway train would be arriving any moment now. Draco was compelled to walk to the edge of the platform and lower himself down onto the tracks. He stood there in pure contentment as the muggles around him started to shout in alarm. He watched as a lone light approached from down the dark tunnel.

It wasn't until the tracks began to shake beneath him and the light grew that Draco came to his senses. He felt his heart leap in his chest as the trance-like state vanished. In a flash, he was running towards the side of the platform, the rumble of the train growing louder.

As he reached the side and jumped up, the muggles that had been screaming around him reached for his arms and pulled him onto the platform just as the subway train roared past him.

Draco gasped for breath as he lay on his back. Muggles surrounded him on all sides. Some offered help. Some were glued to the mobile phones calling for emergency services. Draco closed his eyes and willed his heart to slow. Rowle had gotten his revenge and Draco could hardly blame him.

Chapter 9

It seemed like hours before Draco had finished his testimony. The night in the subway station had been just one of the encounters Draco had with Thorfinn Rowle. It had also been only the first time he had watched the man use the imperius curse to force others to do his bidding. Rowle glared at Malfoy the entire time-the familiar psychotic hatred leaking from his eyes.

Once Draco had returned to his seat, other witnesses gave their testimonies as well, but Draco hardly noticed. His mind kept returning to the stories he had told- the vivid memories of the war he aimed to forget.

Before he knew it, Park was standing again and speaking to the Council.

"It will be put to the vote. The jury will please show their decision by a raise of hands. Those in favor of granting parole…"

Draco watched as a few lone Council members raised their hands timidly.

"It is obvious that the majority of the Council wants Mr. Thorfinn Rowle to finish his sentence. He will be escorted back to Azkaban and released in five years time."

Park gathered his papers and turned his back, a smile spread across his face. Just then a howl filled the room and all eyes turned back to the former Death Eater standing in between his two guards. Rowle nailed Draco to the wall with his stare.

"How DARE you!" he screamed. "I always knew you were a coward. People like you are ten times worse than people like me. You tortured from fear! You turned a blind eye from fear! At least I believed in the things that I did! You just wait! I'll-"

Before Rowle could continue, his guards were on him. They magically silenced and immobilized him. He went limp in their arms and they dragged him out of the courtroom.


Draco had been back in New York for less than 12 hours when he had texted Catelyn and asked to see her. She seemed surprised that he was home so early, but consented to meeting at her flat after she got off work at 10. Draco was relieved. The only thing that kept him sane while in London was the thought that when he got back he would make things right with Catelyn. It was this goal and the accusations of Thorfinn Rowle that seemed to chase Draco back to the United States. His mother had said a tearful goodbye, and although she said she understood why he didn't stay longer, Draco could tell she was hurt.

Draco stepped out of the cab in front of Catelyn's brick apartment at 10:30, hoping that coming over so quickly after she had gotten off work didn't seem too desperate. He realized he should have waited a little bit longer before coming over when he heard the a frantic shout come from the apartment when he knocked on the door.

"One second!"

A bit longer than one second later, Catelyn opened the door. Her ebony hair lay gathered over one shoulder has she pressed the bath towel to her damp curls. She wore blue and green striped pajama shorts and a blue tank top. She looked mortified.

"Oh my God. I am so sorry. I thought I would have time to jump in the shower quick. It was an awful day at work and some asshat spilled chardonnay all over me about ten minutes before I left." Words flew out of her mouth a million miles a minute while she led Draco into her apartment. "I just grabbed whatever I had sitting on my bed when I heard you at the door. You must think-"

"Catelyn. You're fine," Draco interrupted. "I don't care what you're wearing or how wet your hair is. I just wanted to see you."

Catelyn looked taken back. At first she didn't know what to say.

"Let me just go get changed," she started to turn towards her bedroom, but Draco took her by the hand and led her to the couch.

"Sit. It's 10:30. You're allowed to be in pajamas," he chuckled. "I'm just glad you agreed to see me tonight."

"I missed you."

Her words were soft but firm and brought a smile to Draco's lips, his first genuine smile since the last time he had been with her. All of the problems and anxiety from his trip seemed to melt away as she said them. Draco marveled that this girl alone could take away his pain better than even the firewhiskey he had relied on for so many years.

Catelyn waved her hand in front of Draco's face playfully and giggled. Her laughter stopped when Draco looked into her eyes and threaded his fingers through her's to still her. He watched as she swallowed nervously, glanced briefly at her lips, and then back up to her eyes.

"I want to kiss you again." It was more of a question than a statement. Catelyn seemed to realize this as she nodded her head slightly and leaned towards him.

When their lips met it was if the past week hadn't happened. No London. No Ministry. No Thorfinn Rowle. Just his lips on hers. Draco tasted the mint of the toothpaste she must have just used and felt her lips part willingly for him. Mid-kiss, Draco pulled Catelyn from beside him onto his lap. She straddled him as he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and became hard beneath her.

When Catelyn felt him harden, Draco saw her hesitate. A question was in her eyes. A little over a week ago, this is how it all ended. He had stopped her, frightened of what she might see if they went further. Draco still wasn't sure if he was ready for the questions that would come if she saw the mark on his arm, but he sure as hell wasn't ruining this again. He placed his left hand on her hip and guided her back and forth against him while his right hand worked its way up and under her shirt. It was then that he realized that in her rush to answer the door she had neglected to put on a bra. She gasped as he pulled up the hem of the tank she wore and took one round nipple in his mouth. As he flicked it gently with his tongue and then sucked, he felt her body respond to his. Draco's lips moved from one erect nipple to the next without pause.

It was then that Catelyn started to once again unfasten the first few buttons of his shirt. Once again his heart raced, but he let her slowly work her way down, her thin fingers fumbling occasionally. Before she could slip the shirt from his arms, he playfully tossed her from his lap. She landed with a pout, sprawled out over the length of the couch. Draco moved over top of her, holding himself up above her as he straddled her lower half. His shirt hung open and she looked up, hungrily devouring what she saw. Her eyes roamed from his clavicle down to the pronounced muscles that disappeared below his low fitting jeans.

"I'm up here," he teased, nuzzling into her neck.

She squealed as his lips tickled her.

"I know! I'm sorry," she giggled. "I was just…"

Her voice trailed off as Draco's fingers found the drawstring of her pajama bottoms. He loosened them slightly. He watched Catelyn's eyes closed. She bit her bottom lip as his fingers found their destination. She was already wet and ready for him when he slid his fingers into her.

"Sweet Merlin, Cat. You're so warm." He felt her tighten around him at his words. "That's it baby, just like that."

Draco's fingers worked with skill as he found the sensitive spot that made her squirm beneath him. Catelyn tangled her fingers into Draco's hair and pulled him down into a deep kiss as wave after wave of pleasure broke over her. Draco fingers slowed their pace and he let her come down from the high she had reached. As she did, one small hand left his hair and, trembling, found the button of his jeans. Draco smiled into her lips as she struggled to accomplish her goal.

"Don't laugh at me," she whispered as their lips parted between kisses. Her tone was light and tired. Draco could hear the exhaustion in her voice from both her long day at work and the pleasure he had just sent through her.

"You're cute," Draco drawled as he reached down and put his hand over hers. Bringing her hand to his lips, he kissed her knuckles and then laid her palm on his chest.

"Don't you want…"

"Leave me something to look forward to," he interrupted.

Before she could protest further, he lowered himself down beside her and pulled her into him. Draco kissed her forehead lightly and started to twist strands of her hair around his fingers, watching as her eyes grew heavier and heavier. As he watched her finally lose the battle to the sleep that overcame her, Draco knew that his nightmares would be nonexistent that night.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed your bonus chapter! I just couldn't wait till Draco got back to the states and to Catlyn. Please review if you read the chapter. Positive or negative I want to know what you think! Happy Reading!