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AN: For the last time, this is an AU clichéd love story. The characters WILL be OOC, but I promise, otherwise it should be a great story (at least I think so).
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AN2: Hermione's thoughts italics
Normal third person view normal.
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Daddy's Decision
The party is so beautiful. The lights sparkling above the dancing couples, swaying and moving to any music the band plays. Some servants serve fizzling champagne and finger sandwiches on silver plates while others take charge of the buffet corner. It is such a wonderful party!
And there is Stephen, in his perfect white suit and gelled hair. He is so close to me, just 50 metres from where I am sitting, yet so far from me at the same time. Although we had grown up together, Stephen never thought of me as a female, but only as a normal friend, only the chauffeur's daughter.
How I wish I could be in his arms, dancing the night away with him, looking into his gorgeous eyes, while he declared his undying love for me. How I wish I could stand proudly by his side, introducing myself as Mrs. Stephen Malfoy, while he grinned widely to show how proud he was of me.
How I wish of so many things.
But there is one thing I wish more than anything else.
I wish I wasn't only 'the chauffeur's daughter'.
"There, I've washed and waxed the car down to the last inch for the third time, now it looks ready for the guests when they leave," exclaimed Harold. It was a busy day for him, and Harold had worked non – stop for the whole day with only a club sandwich for breakfast. It was now half past ten.
Growl
"Well, I guess that's my call for something to eat! Mmmm, is that the smell of roasted turkey in gravy? And my favourite clam – sauce macaroni? …..Where's Hermione? Hermione!" He slapped his forehead and groaned loudly. Slowly, he walked to the poplar trees behind the back gardens, to the tree that overlooked the whole Malfoy party, and said wearily, "Hermione, are you up there? I know you are, come down this instant."
Sighing, Hermione replied.
"Yes, Papa. I'll come down right now."
With one last glance at Stephen, she slid down the tree to face her father.
"Hermione Granger, how many times do I have to tell you to stay away from that tree?" Harold whispered agitatedly. It was after all important not to let any of the Malfoys or the servants to hear this conversation.
"It is unhealthy for you to have an obsession like that!" he continued.
"Oh Papa! Just once more…"
"I don't want to hear any more of your excuses! I am tired of them! There is only one way to end this stupid obsession of yours."
"No, please! Papa, please don't send me to live with Aunt Christine in Australia! Please!"
"You've left me no choice, Hermione. I'm doing this for your own good. You will leave tomorrow on the first plane." With this decision made, Harold walked back to his house, called 'The Light House', which was supplied by the Malfoys as a gift for serving them for so many years.
"Sorry, Papa." sobbed Hermione. Now she would never ever have the chance to dance with Stephen. It was all her fault. If she didn't stay there so long, Papa would never have found out. Blinking back the tears, she walked back to the Light House, distressing over how she would be able to live without Stephen.
On the other side of the poplar trees, the atmosphere was much lighter. Now, Stephen had finally decided to seduce one of the women he had watched from a distance.
His victim was a pretty blonde with sensuous curves and a black low cut dress to accentuate every curve.
Stephen walked up to the woman with two champagne glasses (AN: I'm sure there is a different word for it, but I can't seem to remember it…bear with me) filled with the fizzling champagne. Putting on his winning smile, he told her:
"Wow, I don't think I've ever seen such an extraordinary woman in my presence before! You must be the most gorgeous sight in this whole party! What is your name?"
"Oh! Why, thank you! I'm Anna Sisley." the woman blushed; flattered that a Malfoy would notice her, let alone thinks she was gorgeous.
"So, would you like some champagne, my dear? Oh, the band is playing one of my favourite songs, would you please dance with me, Anna?" Stephen smirked inwardly. This one was easy.
"Yes, I…I would love to dance with you, Stephen" she gushed, whispering his name, as if she were treasuring it deep in her heart.
The band had finished the song, and Stephen decided that they should take a breather.
"Why Stephen, I didn't know that you were such a talented dancer!" Anna was surprised at how graceful Stephen could be, and chivalrous. All those rumours about him being a playboy were surely wrong.
"There are so many things that I am talented at, my Anna." replied Stephen huskily. He brought his hand down from her waist down to her hips suggestively.
"Sh, sh! What if your mother hears?" Anna was amazed at Stephen's bluntness. Never would she have imagined a night to pass by so quickly! Stephen was such a remarkable man, and he had chosen her out of the all the beautiful women out there! Since he liked her so much, wouldn't it mean that they were going to be in a relationship now?
"Anna, you are right! We mustn't let my mother find out in case she delays my plans for us tonight."
Anna just blushed. It was obvious where this was heading to, and she sure didn't want to stop.
"Go to the left gardens, the one with the roses, at midnight. By then, all the guests should have left, and I'll send one of the servants to bring you to my room. I'll be waiting for you, my beloved." Stephen whispered into her ear.
All she could do was nod.
