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Chapter 2: An Eventful End to a Uneventful Morning

I bowed my head in memory of my late father. 'Sir Knight' used his index finger to lift my chin so he could look me in the eyes. He smiled, which in turn, made me smile. Don't you hate it when guys have that power over you?
"I think your father would want you to celebrate his life," He told me, and then he bent his head slightly to the right, "Cinderella, I like it."
"It grows on you I guess," I said smiling. I stood up, preparing to leave. I dusted off my back and headed over to Hercules.
"Leaving so soon?" My knight asked, walking up behind me and snaking an arm around my waist, "you cannot go."
"I'm so sorry, my stepmother will be worried about me," I said. That was mostly true; she was worried about her supper.
"Please? It's not quite dark yet. Just stay until dusk," he pleaded with me.
I let go of the reins and turned around, only to see his eyes shinning with hope.
"Okay, you win," I said, "but, only 'til dusk."

"It's dusk now," I told him, as I stood to, yet again, attempt to leave.
"I must see you home," he insisted following me, once again, to my horse.
"Good sir Knight..." I paused, rethinking my answer, "only if you want to." "Of Course I want to!" He said, extending his hand to help me.
He smiled at me and we both mounted our horses. We headed at a walk back to my manor. We talked for the whole ride, about various topics. Of which included my favorite topic; Quidditch.
'I feel like I've known him forever...but I only met him today...why does he look so familiar?' I thought to my self, as I listened to him talk.
At around 10 o'clock we arrived at my stables. I smiled at him.
"Thank you, Sir Knight. This is where I leave you. I hope this is not our last goodbye," I said to him, dismounting.
"May I see you again tomorrow?" He asked, also dismounting.
I thought for a quick second. A dummy I'm not, of course he could see me again! "Umm...only if you come by after 12," I said, knowing Destiny would be out, spending my father's money.
"Then I shall be by at 12:01," He said, smiling. Goodness, he does that a lot.
I smiled, curtsied and began to walk away. Yet, something got to him. I heard his footsteps quicken towards me. He grabbed my arm and spun me around. I was facing him, when my head stopped spinning, and I was inches from his face.
"Goodnight," he whispered. Then he closed the space between his lips and mine. When we broke away, we were both smiling.
"Goodnight," I whispered.

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"Cinderella. Where have you been?" Destiny said as I walked in the door, "You stupid, stupid girl. Your father died protecting you. YOU!"
She slapped me again, this time harder. That means twice today. Twice. Why me?
"Sorry, Destiny. I didn't mean to worry you. Have you had supper yet?" I asked, acting as if I felt no pain. This has been a reoccurring nightmare.
"Yes, but not dessert. Three plates of Apple Pie a la mode will be brought up to my room this instant," She demanded, turning to head up the staircase.
"Three?" I asked, confused.
"Yes, 3. My daughters Hope and Faith are here for the Ball," Destiny said.
"Oh, and which ball might that be?" I asked
"Prince Harry's homecoming ball" she said "I think one of my daughters would be PERFECT for the young Prince"
"oh, so you mean me? After all, I am you step-daughter" I said, just so she could hear
"Just because I married your father, who spoiled you rotten, does not mean you are my daughter...you are…my servant girl...now, bring those desserts up. NOW!" Destiny said walking up the stairs. "What are you still standing there for?"
I quickly fixed the dessert and ran up the stairs. I almost tripped, because I was going so fast. I needed a friend. A best friend. I ran outside, just to get away.
"Hermione," I whispered, sinking down onto the ground, with my head in my hands.
"Something wrong, my friend?" A familiar voice said next to me.

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