Disclaimer: I do not own Queen JK's characters, only the plot of this story and Laurie.

THIS IS NOT A PART OF THE MAIN STORY, THIS IS AN EXTRA CHAPTER. THE TIMELINE IS SET BEFORE THE FIRST CHAPTER, SOMEWHERE DURING THOSE 3 YEARS.


It was a very symbolic day for me, for it had been over a year since I had set foot outside this apartment that had turned into home for me and Draco. I was terribly nervous, not that I would be attacked or something as drastic, but because I knew what this moment symbolized. For the first time since I was born, I can finally say that I have tasted the sweet taste of freedom. I breathed in the cool air of suburban muggle London, and let it flow freely through my lungs. If this was what Harry Potter, Dumbledore, and everyone else on the other side of the war fought so hard to achieve, I feel honored to say that I was a part of it.

This was also the first time I could finally be myself. Something I've suppressed for so long that the very thought that I can finally let it out has left me as wanton and horny like a wild beast in heat.

Wearing my best smile, I sauntered my way over to the nearest bar. I've got a lot of time to spend and a lot of women to conquer. My reign has only just begun.


I swiveled around in my chair, grabbing the drink the bartender had placed on the counter. I took a swift glance at my prey for the night. She was a pretty little thing, a college student in her early twenties. Her long wavy chocolate colored tresses flowed down to the middle of her back. She wasn't wearing anything special, just your regular t-shirt and jeans but they seemed to cling to her skin, accentuating her modest B-cups. But what stood out the most was her tight behind in those skin tight jeans. I just couldn't seem to draw my eyes away from it, and I know I wasn't the only one.

She was fidgeting out on the dance floor. Clearly she did not want to be here, but she couldn't refuse her friends. Her night was not going well, perhaps I could do something to change that fact.

I got up from my seat with the drink in my hands and weaved my way in between the flailing limbs and sweaty bodies of party-hard twenty somethings, making sure not to spill anything. As I grew closer to the brunette, I put on my best game face. One look at my face should tell her that tonight she was going to get ravished and the look on her face as her eyes met mine told me that I had achieved that with perfection.

"Hello gorgeous."

"M-Me… I-I'm… I don't… I-" Ever so slowly I brought my hand up to her cheek. My fingers dancing across her shoulders and then her neck before finally reaching their target. I cupped her cheek lightly as she involuntarily leaned into it. That was all the hint I needed.

"Love, your mouth is saying things that neither of us want. I think I will put a stop to that." I leaned in and ever so slightly grazed her lips with mine. I held them there for a moment, giving her one final chance to back away and leave if she wanted to, but she didn't do anything like that, much to my relief. A few seconds later, she leaned into the kiss and we snogged each other's lips out for many a minute.

The need to catch our breath put an end to our snog-fest. She quickly looked around us, checking to see if anyone noticed the two of us and the passionate moment we shared in the middle of the dance floor, but I knew that nobody noticed us. The wall of drunken student limbs had done a pretty good job of shielding us from any audience, the wall themselves too drunk to notice us.

I quickly tugged on the hand of the blushing angel in my arms, leading her out of the bar and in the direction of my house. Draco is out spending the night with a conquest of his own so I didn't have to worry about his rule for bringing girls home. He did say he would agree, but it's only been two months since my house arrest ended so I didn't want him to feel awkward. Usually I just take them to a hotel I would've booked in advance.

Needless to say I spent most of the night showing her the perks of indulging in the fairer sex. In the morning, I made her coffee and she spent her time curing her hangover and wallowing in her own embarrassment. I comforted her and made sure she understood that she was welcome to spend the night with me again some other time if she wanted to. She blushed even further but ultimately took the piece of paper that held my phone number. We meet up from time to time to have some fun as long as we both weren't in any relationships. Eventually she found a girl she liked and since then we only meet up as old friends.


I settled myself in the corner seat of Draco's café. Usually this would be occupied but today was apparently a slow day for the café. Christmas was just two days away and most of the regulars were just regular housewives from around the neighborhood, and they left home for the holidays or they were busy with their Christmas party preparations. Draco only insisted on keeping the café open for those ultra-last minute patrons who spend the 23rd running around town buying any gift, tree and party item they could find. So far, that plan seems to be working splendidly.

But what am I doing here? I have no business in the café. My job was to go back and find a publishing agency that would agree to publish my novels. Unfortunately, I cannot do that two days before Christmas. Fortunately, I seem to have a foxy little distraction to keep me occupied. Draco and I do not celebrate Christmas beyond a simple greeting and maybe a hug this year, to celebrate our freedom from all things related to those maniacs. With that out of the way, both of us are free to spend Christmas in whosever bed we want.

Surprisingly, my little redheaded vixen seems to be as interested in this game as I am. She repeatedly bites her lips and makes a pretty big deal out of eating her chocolate covered vanilla ice cream, making sure I see her bite into the strawberry on top. I gulped as I watch her lick her lips every time the chocolate grazes her mouth. I couldn't stand it any longer, I had to have this treat.

Just as I was going in for the kill, a body stood in between us, blocking my view of the wonderful scenery. The offender's body belonged to Draco, my very own son.

"Mother, I was going for her. She will be my Christmas bedmate."

I looked around his body and found my fox's eyes trained on the two of us. She kept switching between glaring at Draco and throwing lustful eyes at me. I gently pushed on Draco's shoulder, motioning for him to look at our person of common interest.

"I'm sorry Draco, it's too late for that. She is already mine."

I walked past my scowling son and offered my hand to the foxy redhead. I lowered my voice to sultry baritone and channeled as much of the dominatrix into my words as I could. "Come with me, my feisty little pet. You seem to be on Santa's naughty list this time. I think you deserve a punishment, if you still want your Christmas present. You want your Christmas present don't you, my pet."

"Yes, mistress."

"Yes, come on now. Let's punish you being the naughty pet you are and then get you a nice Christmas present." Draco was not happy that Christmas. Guess that hug will have to wait for another year.


I didn't want to upload this as part of the main story but I thought you guys might enjoy it. I know I did.

For those that couldn't tell, this is an extra from the POV of Narcissa Malfoy before she met Laurie. I did this mainly because I re-read the first 2 chapters of my story (the ones with Draco's and Hermione's respective flashbacks of the past 3 years) and I realized just how much more potential this world that I created had. (not the whole thing of course, just my evolution of JKR's) I just couldn't get the idea of writing this out of my head, so here it is.

Please read and let me know if I should do more of these and how you felt about this one in a review. Thanks guys.