Disclaimer: If only I did own them. Oh the possibilities… But sadly no. I don't. I've simply borrowed select characters under the strict provision that they must be returned in the same condition they were found. After I am finished manipulating and bending them to my will of course.
Summary: There is a very delicate balance kept between the lines of right and wrong, love and lust, chaos versus control. Learning the differences that connect them all together could shake the same lines of all that contradicts such differences.
There are two sides to every story. There are always strings attached.
What would any woman do if caught between George Weasley and Draco Malfoy? Have fun. What else? Of course if you're the Minister's daughter, you find control of these situations, and easily add in your own deceit, jealousy, love, and success.
(I'm rubbish at Summaries, but it will make sense when the story is read.)
Happy reading and Enjoy!!
PROLOGUE:
It's one thing to have something fall from your hands to have it hit the ground in front of you, it's quite common to see something catch fire when it is intentionally made to do so. It is without doubt another thing to open a letter under normal circumstances, just to have it fly up, suspended in mid air, and more so to watch and listen to it speak. Normal circumstances were no longer going to be part of her life. She had "magical" abilities. That was what the letter had told her. She was a "witch". Her father, a man she'd not seen since her tenth birthday when he'd fought with her mother and decided to pursue a life of politics and other women, now wanted her to learn the "abilities" she'd formed within her over the years. The note burned up in a ball of fire before disappearing completely. Twenty years of age and here she stood, dealing with the impossible. It was impossible. She sat in the nearest chair she found.
Mackenzie Chase felt stuck. She couldn't move. She couldn't breathe. Every thought in her head was frozen. Suspended Reality. So this was what it felt like.
This was what it felt like to feel like you've lost everything you've ever known. To feel like you will never be whole or be the person you once were. This was what it felt like to have the person who'd seen you through sickness, health, happiness, sadness, and everything in between die.
No one ever truly realizes how deeply losing someone so close to you will affect you until it actually happens.
'You'll get over it with time.' They'd say to him. Phrases like 'you're better off without her' and 'she wasn't worth it' kept running through his head as they continued to fall from the mouths of friends and well meaning family members. It had been nearly six months and he still felt the cold pitying eyes of those sympathizing for him. It had been six months past the dreadful event that took place and now the pain and heartache had begun its needed disappearance.
George had gone through all of the phases of a relationship lost. : Pain, sorrow, confusion, blame, drinking himself into oblivion just to forget, regret, confliction, and anger.
He was now beginning to reach acceptance more than forgiveness over the heartbreak one feels when left at the altar the day of their wedding, and the pain of being left for another. It had happened. Time could not rewind to change the facts. And now all George wanted was to figure out where to go from this point. Which way did he need to turn.