Disclaimer: I have never, or will ever own any of the characters in this story, except Stephen Malfoy…although I definitely wouldn't mind owning Draco for a night! Moreover, even though the plot was inspired by the movie 'Sabrina', I did write it myself, so please please please don't plagiarize my work, or I will go and flame your story!
AN: This is an AU clichéd love story. There, I've warned you, so don't tell me that it's too clichéd for your taste, cos it's the way this story will work. Please read and review! It's my first fanfiction story, so please tell me how to make it better!
Prologue
The Malfoys were rich. Filthy rich. They were so rich that they owned a humongous mansion on a hill with an amazing ocean view. It was built in the 1890's, but it had been refurnished to have modern facilities inside the mansion. There were over 30 rooms in the mansion, so many that maybe the servants didn't really know how many rooms there were. There were 68 servants in total who took care of the interior of the mansion, 18 in the kitchens, 12 in the west wing, 12 in the east wing, 12 in the launderettes and the remaining 14 in the living and dining rooms.The mansion had absolutely everything a man could desire for. There were two swimming pools, one indoors and the other outdoors, with two lifeguards looking after the pools even if there was no one swimming in them. There was a gymnasium inside the mansion with all the equipment facing the ocean view. There were also three gardens filled with hundreds of flowers, roses, chrysanthemums, lavender, tulips and ten other different types. These gardens were looked after by four gardeners, not including the one that came to the mansion's gardens once every month to ensure there were no pests in the gardens. There were seven garages just outside the mansion, parked with shining limousines, one for each day of the week. Seven chauffeurs took care of these limousines, including a man called Harold Granger, whom I shall tell you about later.
Draco Malfoy was the master of the mansion, and also the owner of the largest company in England. Ever since his father died of a heart attack six years ago, Draco was responsible of the whole company. So, at a young age, Draco had understood the logic behind "No pain, no gain". With his 6 ft 5 in. stature, the blond twenty – eight – year – old was easily the handsomest (is that a word?) bachelor who graduated from Cambridge University, if not the whole of England. Draco, however, had absolutely no time or energy to search for any girl; the company kept him far too busy and occupied to even glance at an adulterated magazine. But, that did not mean that he wasn't interested in a certain girl who caught his eye so many years ago...
Stephen Malfoy was the younger brother of Draco Malfoy. He was the exact opposite of his brother. Undoubtedly. Unlike Draco, Stephen didn't seem to think the company was important, if it even held any status in his mind. To Stephen, life was too short to be held down by a business, especially if there was an elder brother and a mother to take care of it. To Stephen, the most important thing in life was to be socially involved in everything. And that meant going out with any female human being that he had a slight interest in. Stephen Malfoy had never graduated from any university properly. He had applied to Yale, Cambridge, King's, and any other university that the Malfoys could find for Stephen. Yet, he was always too busy flirting and having sex with the women in the area to even go to the lectures and gain the certificate.
Any questions why he couldn't help with the family business?
AN: Please please tell me if it's any good! If it isn't, I'll just delete it and start all over again!