Hey guys, this is a side project I have been working on. I have been reading Veela stories and also some with marriage laws...well I thought I would combine both. This story is meant for a mature audience. I am trying my hand at being away from Hogwarts and actually making the characters think like adults. If this flops...well I guess I could revamp it. Let me know how it turns out!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

On Simple Magic: I am currently writing the next chapter. I am actually working on the ending and the epilogue. So don't fret! This was just something that was nagging in my head and I had to write.

1. Bluffing

He walked down the hall to the Wizengamot. This bill that was currently in his had had to be passed if they wanted the future of all wizard kind to continue. He quickened his pace as he caught the leaving lift. He held the bill tightly in his hand as the people in the lift with him continued their mindless chatting without knowing that their Minister of Magic was just about to take a bill to be passed to the Wizengamot. This bill would change the lives of all that survived the war.

"Level 10. Ministry of Records and Legality, House and Garden, and Odd Anatomical Growths," came a loud and professional voice. The minister took his cue to leave and proceeded to walk down the hall until he reached the door that led to the Wizengamot. He knocked three times until he heard someone say, "Enter."

"Good morning gentlemen," said the minister as he came in and closed the door behind him. The council of wizards and witches looked at the Minister with a smile.

"And how can we help you today minister? We did not receive a list of the agenda today," said one council member in a friendly voice.

"Yes that is because this meeting that I have called is last minute. I am sorry to pull you all out of your busy day, but this could not wait," the Minister said with a brisk voice. He received now serious looks from the Wizengamot.

"Well what is it Minister?" said the same council member sounding concerned. The minister pressed his lips together in a tight line as he took a minute to think. How would be the best way to break the news that their race was dying out? There was no easy way to tell a population that their way of life was probably no longer going to exist in a matter of decades. The minister sighed and walked up to the table that was before him and laid down the bill that was clutched in his hand. He put his hands flat on the table and looked up at the curious faces that were ogling him.

"What I am about to say has been tested again and again. There is conclusive evidence to support the results that were given to me, and even more so…the results are starting to show," the minister started softly, "I have asked our researchers, scientists, and analysts to collaborate with other countries on this matter. I wanted to see if it was just the United Kingdom undergoing this phenomenon, or if it was all of us…as in wizards."

He broke off again and collected his hands. He crossed one arm on his abdomen and the other he propped up to hold his chin. "Honorable court…our race is dying," the minister said looking at all of them to read their expressions. Some responded with raised brows, others with looks of incredulity. In other words, they were all flabbergasted. One lone council member stood and grabbed the railing closest to her.

"Are you positive of what you are saying Kingsley? Are wizards really being wiped out?" she asked his disbelief present in her voice and face.

"I am afraid so Mrs. Bones. As I stated before…I checked and double checked. Not just our country but many others…It's the same all around. There was a meeting held near the E.U. It was kept under strict confidentiality for obvious reasons. There, myself and other country leaders told the team of scientists to stay as long as they needed to conduct their work to find an answer to all this…and if possible, a cure," Kingsley said delicately.

"That is admirable Minister, but you have yet to state what the problem is exactly. What is exterminating us?" council member Bones asked.

"That Mrs. Bones is the frightening part. It's been 5 years since the fall of Voldemort. Of course as you know every year a census is taken to determine birth rates, death rates, and so on. Well about two years ago we saw a sharp decrease in birth rates, and a sharp increase in death rates. The population here in the United Kingdom was 60 million people, including muggles and wizards. Of those 60 million, 3 million are wizards. As of last year's census there has been a 45 increase in the mortality rate. Meaning…that if the rates continue we're looking at having a decline in population that would eventually mean extinction," Kingsley said gravely as Mrs. Bones sat down slowly in shock.

"This is a lot to take in I know, but I must press on. The source has been recently identified, and as I stated, that is the frightening part. As we all know, there are followers of Voldemort in the UK. There are followers all around the globe. These followers are still doing just that: following."

"Their leader is dead. What could they possibly be following?" came an angry voice.

"Their dead leader's last command," stated Kingsley firmly.

"How is that possible?" asked council member Bones.

"When we saw Voldemort for the first time here at the ministry, keep in mind that he had been biding his time for almost a year. That my dear friends is enough time to plan something in the slight chance that he might have failed. Voldemort wanted to keep the lines pure yes? He wanted 'pure-blood' rule correct? Well the idiot devised something much stronger than a potion to achieve this; he devised a virus.

"This virus that he created was made airborne as we now know, after his fall. This virus causes infertility in all half-blood or muggle-born wizards and witches. Ergo why we have more death rates and low birth rates," Kingsley stated not hiding his disgust.

"What is the virus doing now?" Mrs. Bones asked.

"That is a very good question and also where things get ugly. The virus, my dear friends, has mutated. As you know there are some pure-bloods who want to have children with their half-blood or muggle-born partners…Well they can't now can they? This is where the problem lies. Because Voldemort made it so that only pure-bloods can reproduce, now they too are being affected."

"How so?" asked another council member.

"Well after the fall of Voldemort, a select group was told to release this airborne virus. However pregnant pure-blood women at the time and from then on who breathed in this virus passed something along to their offspring that Voldemort did not foresee," Kingsley said chuckling wryly to himself.

"And what is that?" asked the same council member.

"Sterility," Kingsley said looking up at the Wizengamot, "That's right ladies and gentlemen. All pure-blood women who conceive a child and breathe in this virus will birth sterile children. Meaning…pure-bloods can no longer procreate either," he said with a wry smile.

"You said that you had told your research team to make a cure if possible. Were they successful?" asked Mrs. Bones. Kingsley got serious and sighed again.

"There is good news and bad news to that Mrs. Bones. The good news is yes. We were able to obtain a cure. The bad news is that it only works one way…" Kingsley said as he paused to think of how to say what he was about to say without sounding ridiculous.

"Well spit it out already!" called out a standing council member. Kingsley merely looked up with a quirked brow. "I mean spit it out already Minister!" the council member squeaked as he sat back down and shrunk out of sight.

"I was trying to think of a way to not sound…silly," Kingsley said as he paced the floor.

"Silly, Minister?" asked Mrs. Bones

"Well you see…the researchers found that in order for their antivirus to work there has to be a molecular incompatibility between the two partners," the minister said with a pause as he put a finger to his rugged chin, "I guess you could say that that the cells of one partner must…reject the cells of the other partner. In this rejection, bonds are formed between the sperm and egg at conception. The then growing fetus, when born, will be immune to the airborne virus. That is a plus to the antivirus; it will also provide complete immunity to the baby when born."

The minister let the Wizengamot have a moment to think about the information given. They were quietly talking to themselves as Kingsley merely sat on the chair that was placed before the table. He leafed through his bill as the time dragged on. He knew that what he had in mind to save the Wizarding population in the UK was radical, but it was necessary. Another 15 minutes passed with constant chattering until finally it quieted down. Kingsley looked up and saw the head of the Wizengamot rise.

"We have heard you Kingsley, and for your honesty we thank you. We can also deduce why you have told us and what that document is in front of you…What is that you want to propose to solve this problem?" Antonia Bones said gravely.

Kingsley stood and grabbed the papers and straightened them. He laid them back down and pulled out his wand. Copies were made of the papers and were collated, then passed out to each member of the Wizengamot. "There is one thing I have not shared with you all that might make this more…tolerable. I know you are all probably wondering how we will find partners whose cells are antagonistic. My researches have already found a correlation. There seems to be an almost natural antagonistic effect between cells of pure-blood men and muggle-born women. The same can be said for both pure-blood women and half-blood men," Kingsley said calmly, "Obviously this would make things easier in finding a match. When it comes to muggle-born men with pure-blood or half-blood women…there has not been enough research done, but if you would read through your copy of my bill…" Kingsley said.

For the next hour Kingsley talked with the Wizengamot thoroughly about his bill. They amended areas and added stipulations to others. All in all by the end of the hour it had turned out to be a good meeting. Over the next week all of the UK would be receiving letters telling them of the new law that will be going into effect. And also over the next week there was going to be a lot of hell. Not just over the next week, but over the next few months.

It would be a long year for Minister of Magic Kingsley Shaklebolt.

-

"Damn it!" was heard loudly coming from a room downstairs. Narcissa closed her eyes as she heard Draco's voice boom through the manor. She sighed and walked downstairs and came into the common room. She noted her blond son gripping a letter tightly and looking angry.

"Anything wrong dear?" asked Narcissa as she made her way to sit on the sofa adjacent to Draco. Draco merely sighed and roughly gave the parchment to his mother. Narcissa read it over and a grin came across her face.

"Merlin Draco! This is fantastic! Your father has to hear about this!" Narcissa said with glee as she stretched the parchment out and neatly folded it.

"Its rubbish is what that is," Draco said pouting and resting his chin on his clutched hand.

"Why do you say that? You should be ecstatic! According to this you're now a licensed-"

"Yes I know what it says, but what it should say is that I bloody passed the exam in the 97th percentile! No, but of course they would give me a 94 instead. Bloody fabulous," Draco said seething. Narcissa quirked a brow and laughed.

"Oh yes of course! How dare they do that to you. Oh the injustice of it all," Narcissa said with a smile. Draco looked over at his mother and frowned. Narcissa laughed at the expression on Draco's face.

"Oh you know I didn't mean it Draco, but really. Aren't you being the least bit dramatic?"

"Perhaps, but I deserve a better grade. The hours I spent studying for this exam could equal the hours I've spent fantasing about women. Believe me for that I deserve a perfect 100!" Draco stated as he got up and walked to the kitchen. Narcissa followed and sighed heavily as she did.

"Well at least now you're a legally recognized healer! Oh wait until I tell the girls that-"

"WHAT IN THE BLAZES IS THIS?" came another booming voice. This time the direction was from the study. Narcissa rubbed the sides of her temples as she gave a smile to her son and rolled her eyes.

"But of course the beast awakens," Draco drawled as his mother turned and walked toward the awakened beast. Narcissa carefully walked inside the study and felt a rush of déjà vu. There was her blond husband, clutching a piece of parchment tightly in his hand, looking very angry indeed. Narcissa came to sit in front of Lucius and waited for his anger to ebb away.

"He went through with it Narcissa. The bloody dead fuck went through with it!" Lucius growled as he threw the paper on the desk and leaned back in his chair.

"Who went through with what?" Narcissa asked she picked up the paper and read through it. It was an official paper from the ministry. She read through it carefully and gasped as she came to what she knew had made Lucius angry.

"He wasn't bluffing…" was all she said as she laid the paper back down the desk and put a hand to her chest.

"No he wasn't," Lucius said with a heavy sigh, "I was hoping that what he had told us was a lie. Here's the proof however that it was not. Even dead he managed to screw us over one last time."

"It said in the letter that the condition was not permanent. They have a cure," Narcissa stated.

"Yes but did you read the stipulations? It said that pure-blood men have to be cross-matched with muggle-born women Narcissa. The plans that we had for Draco can't come true anymore. Any children that pure-blooded women have with pure-blooded males results in a sterile child," Lucius said with a groan.

"In all honesty Lu," Narcissa started softly, "those plans that you speak of are yours alone. Draco never consented to marry a pure-blood. Actually neither did I for that matter," she said looking down at her hands.

Draco was left wondering what in the world could have upset his father. He walked down by the study and noticed that the door was left ajar. He was about to walk in when he heard what his father said next.

"Alright, put aside the fact that I wanted a pure-blood for Draco…and for the blood-line. What about what's already in Draco as we speak? What of his Veela blood? How is the ministry going to cross-match him when Draco needs to find his mate to breed? We both know from experience that Veela men can only breed with their mates. What if his mate is a pure-blood or they are incompatible with the serum?" Lucius asked anxious.

Narcissa got up and walked to the other side of the desk where Lucius sat. She cupped his face and gave him a light peck on the lips. "Lu, I know you want to continue the Malfoy legacy, but we can no longer worry about blood. Our prestige is not in our blood alone. The Malfoy line has had many other great accomplishments. Let's base our pride on that, and let our focus be on the preservation of the Malfoy line, not just the blood," she said softly and caringly as she let Lucius sigh and rest his head on her stomach.

"Draco is 22 now Narcissa. His body will start…craving for his mate. We should tell him to start looking for her. To get her cross-matched as soon as possible," Lucius said as he made so that Narcissa was sitting on his lap.

Draco furrowed his brows as he left his parents be. He had already known that he was a Veela. He had been told right after he graduated from Hogwarts. His parents told him that the ring he wore on his pinky finger had been charmed so that it would suppress his Veela traits. He no longer wore it because according to his father he would need to find his mate soon. Draco walked to room and shut his door. Before he was able to sit on his bed, a light tapping caught his attention. A beautiful brown owl dropped a letter in his hand and then flew away.

-

Hermione let herself fall into the chair that she knew was behind her. The letter that she had received from the ministry lay on the table forgotten as she processed the information. Was this possible? Could the ministry really do this? The hustle and bustle of busy aurors was drowned out by the disbelief that flooded through every part of her body. She knew that there would be others affected by this…law if one could call it that, but the sole thought that echoed in her mind was pure-blood. She was not one to let emotions get the best of her. Ever since she had graduated Hogwarts and taken the job in the auror department, her coping skills and emotional capacity had been raised. She had more self-control now than she could ever hope for. But when life throws you a curveball like this…how else are you supposed to react?

Hermione,

I am writing this to you personally because I know what we have been through since the last few years that Voldemort has been dead. Even with him gone, believers still run amok around the UK killing muggles and who they think are blood-traitors. I had an extensive talk with the Wizengamot about how I am supposed to handle our problem. What problem you ask? The extinction of our race, of wizardkind. Hermione enclosed is a copy of the act that I passed into law. There you will find a detailed explanation as to how exactly we are screwed, but for now let me just say that it was Voldemort's dying wish if you will.

Before Voldemort perished, he had in the making a virus that would render all half-blood and muggle-born witches and wizards infertile. This virus however has mutated in pure-blood women who breathe in this virus. Yes, Hermione. The virus is airborne. When pure-blood males mate with pure-blood females the offspring produced are sterile. By my research team's calculations the populations of all wizards will drastically decrease by the span of 75 years. Because of this I was forced to take drastic action.

Testing was done to find an antivirus, and find one we did. This a 'catch' however. Pure-blood males and muggle-born females show the best conditions along with the antivirus to create offspring entirely immune to this airborne virus. Because of this, the law being passed calls for pure-blood males and muggle-born females to enter in a marriage within 5 months of the law being passed. Within another 5 months of the marriage, conception of a fetus is expected or consequences will be handed out.

Now I write to you to tell you that I know how hard this will be on all muggle-borns, but more for you. I know what Voldemort did to you, I was there. Do not forget that. I kept in mind what this means to all muggle-born wizards and witches, but I ask from you what I ask from all of the others: Look past your prejudices that are akin to those of the pure-bloods. I would not be doing this if the situation was not dire. Please find it within you to accept what I have to do and to comply with what is being asked. I know your suffering, but you will not be favored because of it. You just like every other muggle-born must comply.

Please understand why I have to do this. It's much bigger than you or me. It's the preservation of our people across the globe. If you have any questions please feel free to stop by my office. Remember Hermione you will not be excused from this.

Kingsley Shaklebolt.

His words were like always; sweet and caring, but to the point. Hermione put her face in her hands and looked at the copy of the bill that was enclosed. She had read when the bill was going to be passed. It was set to go into law in one month. Dear sweet Merlin. She would have to procreate with a pure-blood. She looked around her office which she had just settled into. She had been promoted in the auror department to chief auror in the area of homicide because her boss had retired. She was 23 years old and already at a prestigious level. She knew that Kingsley understood her well by knowing that she could not fathom touching a pure-blood with a ten foot pole.

Among other things, she was dutiful. If her kind called upon her to help them, then she would. Knowing that it would sacrifice her life, body, and dignity she was still going to do it. She had an appointment to be cross-matched at the end of the week. Hermione let out a frustrated groan. She had enough pressure right now doing her job, she really did not need this. She heard footsteps and then a light knocking at her door.

"Come in Harry," she said sounding tired. Harry walked in already knowing what was going on. He too had received a letter. His cross-matching had already taken place that morning. Being who he was, he had first dibs.

"How you holding up Hermione?" he asked as he took a seat in front of her desk. Hermione gave Harry a 'How do you think I am doing?' look and sighed.

"You know it's not fair Harry," she started. She walked over and poured herself a glass of water from the pitcher that was on a small table. "Pure-bloods are the cause of parents death, and many other deaths. Fred, Lupin, Tonks…all of them Harry killed by Death Eaters who believed in the horse shit that Voldemort fed them," Hermione said bitterly, "Now Kingsley wants me to shack up and shag one of them so that I can have kid. Life's wonderful eh?" she said ruefully.

Harry stood and walked over to her. He took her free hand and gently held it in his. "Hermione what happened was a while ago now. If anyone should be resentful of those bastards it's me," he said with a grin, "but I am not. I am not bitter, I am not angry, I am getting even. I put those bastards away every chance I get. That's my comfort right there. Knowing that the one person their leader couldn't kill, killed him and is sending his followers to a place worse than hell."

Hermione sighed and put her drink down. "How were you able to stay so sweet huh? Despite all that you have been through?"

"I don't let it get to me. Pure-bloods who believed Voldemort were thirsty for leadership, for someone to say what most of them thought. When Voldemort did stand up and say that, those same pure-bloods couldn't tell if it was water or sand that they were being fed," Harry said lightly.

Hermione snorted. "So you think they were misguided?"

"More than you think. Which is why I ask you to please let go of this anger you have against them. You are far too young to grow so bitter. If you do who will shag you?" Harry asked with a wicked grin as Hermione gave him a playful punch.

"Get back to work. I still need those papers on the homicide from London," Hermione said with a smile.

"You're the boss," Harry said with a salute then walked out of her office. Hermione shook her head as she thought of her friend. If it weren't for Harry she wouldn't have a job right now. If it weren't for Harry she wouldn't have been able to catch the killers who off'd her parents. She gave the bill one last look as she put it to the side. She had work to do. That nonsense could wait.

-

She swore under her breath as she raced to catch the lift. Friday had strolled around and with it her appointment for the cross-matching. Her appointment was in the same building where she worked, so how the hell was she late? Hermione breathed a sigh of relief when she finally caught the lift and waited for it to approach her floor. She had been nervous all day yesterday wondering who in the world she would matched with. There were some pure-bloods who were quite tolerable. And some who were quite the opposite. Hermione let her back rest on the wall of the lift.

She would soon find out.

-

Where the hell had the time gone? Just earlier this week he had been sent that God forsaken letter and now it was time to get cross-matched. He ran down the hall of the ministry and barely managed to get in the lift. Draco straightened out his clothes and breathed. As he breathed in the smell of something…odd caught his senses. He took another sniff and found it growing stronger. Whatever the scent was it was delectable. It felt as though he was breathing in the scent of candy or a scrumptious dessert. He heard his cue to exit the lift and did so. As he walked over to the receptionist, the scent got stronger.

"Name please?" said the receptionist sweetly. Draco kept looking around to spot the source of the scent, but answer regardless.

"…Malfoy. Draco Malfoy," he said absent-mindedly. The receptionist used her wand to pull his file and began writing in it with a quill. Draco merely looked around until the receptionist told him to have a seat. Draco walked over to the chairs still averting his eyes in every direction. The source of the scent was near, he knew it. It was swirling in his head telling him that he needed to find it, he needed to hunt for it. His body began to tighten as he fought against the feeling of running past the receptionist and looking for the source. His mind was taking on almost a primitive like mindset, forcing him to rely on his instincts. He sat down and waited for his name to be called, his fingers burrying into the wooden arms of the chair. The sound of footsteps could be head coming down the hall. He turned to look who it was and saw a familiar figure walking towards the receptionist; the smell drew closer too.

"Alright Chief Granger you're all done. You're results will be owled to you by Monday," the receptionist said sweetly. Hermione gave a less than enthusiastic nod and turned in the paper she held in her hand. As she turned to leave she saw a blond man staring at her quite intently. She sighed and tried to ignore him. She was waiting for the receptionist to completely finish with her so she could go. She still felt the curious eyes on her, and her irritation was starting to grow. She turned and walked to him as he continued to stare at her unabashedly.

"Excuse me sir, but I am not used to being stared at like some window display. So if you would be so kind," she said firmly. However, the man was not hearing anything. He stood up and walked closer to her. The smell was radiating off of her like heat. Draco wondered what in the world was going on. Without knowing his eyes began to morph in color. Hermione took a step back as she saw the blond man's eyes turn from a cool blue to a hot gold. She took out her wand and kept it at the ready. Draco walked closer to her seeming entranced, but halted just three feet in front of her. That same primal mindset came back to him at full force. He felt like taking this woman and going somewhere with her. He clenched his hands as he resisted the urge to pounce her, and instead focused on the lingering feeling of familiarity.

"Granger…?" he breathed slightly. Hermione furrowed her brows at the familiarity of the voice and greeting. Before she could peg it, the voice of the receptionist could be heard.

"Mr. Malfoy the healer is ready for you," came the voice. Hermione's eyes grew wide as she realized that it was Draco Malfoy in front of her.

Draco seemed to shake out of his reverie when he heard his name called. His feral feelings of claiming the woman in front of him did not ebb, but he knew that it would look scandalous if he were to do that here. Yet, why did he feel this way? Why is body calling out to him in protest as he walked away from her? He felt a longing grow within him to see her face again and to hold her...Either way Hermione and Draco had the same question on their minds:

What the hell had just happened?

-

Draco walked out of the room with a paper in hand. He walked to the front desk and handed the receptionist the paper just like Hermione had. He inhaled the air that was around him and found that her sweet scent still lingered. He shook his head as he wondered what had come over him to stare at Granger so intensely. She had been right here before him looking at him as if he had gone mental. Truth is he was beginning to think he had. He walked to the apparition point and with a pop was home. He walked over to the study where he was sure his father would be.

His thoughts went quickly back to Hermione. Hermione? It seemed oddly natural to refer to her by her first name. Almost as if it had been habit. She had seemed different when he saw her. She was so strong, determined, and full of confidence. It was obvious in the way she talked and carried herself. He wondered what had made the change occur in her. He imagined that she would stay that sweet naive girl that he had met in Hogwarts forever. Then again, the war did funny things to people... He tapped the door to the study and walked in right after. He saw his father looking over some papers that he was sure had to do with finances.

"Why bother knocking if you won't wait for me to say come in?" his father voiced without looking up, "For all you know your mother and I could have been shagging on this very desk, and your lack of patience would have made you privy to the sight," he ended without really being sarcastic, more like factual.

Draco groaned and shook his head to ebb away those images. "As educational as that would have been, I thank Merlin that was not the case," Draco said sitting down. He knew for a fact that his father was not at all jesting about the shagging comment. Draco had been 'privy' to the sight before...He shuddered.

Lucius looked up and smirked at his son. "What brings you to my study seeking fatherly advice?" he said with his clasped in front of him. Draco smirked back at Lucius and gave a slight laugh.

"Not here for that kind of advice father. I just have a quick question," Draco said sobering up from the humorous atmosphere his father had made. Lucius gave a nod for Draco to continue.

"How did you know that mother was your mate?" Draco said not really looking at his father, but transfixed on some point. Lucius arched a brow and wondered what had brought about the question. The only logical answer that came to mind was that Draco was perhaps in the process of finding his mate. Whether it be on purpose or on accident, Lucius knew that it was bound to happen. He had not given Draco instruction on how to handle these things for this very reason: So that when Draco was indeed in pursuit of his mate, Lucius would know. The many facts that they had written in the books mainly pertained to female Veelas, which was the norm. Lucius and his son were the oddities in the Veela world. There were really no facts on male Veelas other than they existed.

"Well, being full Veela myself…it might be more different than it will be for you, but…it was her scent," Lucius said closing his eyes wistfully and then re-opening them. "I could smell her a mile away. It was as though her scent was satiating some sort of hunger that I never knew I had. When I laid eyes on her I was frozen over with the fact that I wasn't dreaming. Your mother of course thought I contracted some sort of staring disease," Lucius said with a hoarse laugh.

Draco felt his stomach flip as he heard his father's confession. Dear sweet Merlin…could Granger be his mate? He hadn't seen her in over 5 years since the end of the War, and he knew that she hated all pure-bloods. He cursed inwardly as he saw the irony in the situation. She hated pure-bloods for what they had done to her kind, and he simply couldn't stand her. Yet, when he had seen her earlier, she had been the most beautiful and pure thing he had laid eyes on…ever. The very hunger that his father was speaking of made sense to Draco. It was that primal mindset that had washed over him when he was with her at the ministry. There was no better way to describe it. There was something that Hermione had that saitiated his hunger.

"Why the question Draco?" his father said intruding on his thoughts. "Could it be that you have…found your mate?" Lucius asked cautiously.

Draco sighed. "Not 'could be'…have. I have found her, and blast it all," Draco said with a derisive sigh, "I'm fucked."

I hope you guys can review. I really want to know what you guys think about this. The next chapter will be up after I have posted the next one of Simple Magic.