Chapter 2

Draco Malfoy. A name that could not be ignored. He was the object of lust and heartbreak. Sapna knew this, but she was happy to wear his ring, to be the envy of the entire witch population. It didn't matter if he didn't love her. He would, eventually. After all, she was quite a catch herself.

Sapna was beautiful; long black hair, caramel skin and a body that made men drool. She was rich too. Yes, in her mind, no one was a more perfect match for Draco Malfoy. She had all the time in the world to make him love her, after they were married. Right now, she had a wedding to plan, but first things first. Her engagement party was a month away. Everyone wanted an invite, but seating was limited.

She looked down at the list in front of her:

Flowers, check.

Two thousand red and black roses.

Location, check.

Malfoy Manor.

Guest Invitations, check.

Two hundred R.S.V.P.'s sent last week.

Dress, check.

A vintage red dress designed by the most sought after designer of the decade.

Drinks, check.

Five hundred bottles of champagne.

Food, check.

Fifty house elfs hired to cook.

Staff, check.

An additional 100 house elfs.

Entertainment...?

She stomped her foot. Who could she get on such short notice? No. Not just anyone would do. She was Sapna King. Only the best would do. "Daddy!"

A middle-aged man came running into the room. "What is it?," he asked worriedly.

She pouted, "Who's gonna entertain my guests?"

He looked confused, "Entertain your guests?"

She screeched, "At my engagement party. I don't have any entertainment."

He frowned, "Sapna, there will be an orchestra."

She shook her head, "Anyone can have an orchestra. I want someone famous to sing. Please daddy. Please!"

He scratched his brow, "Who do you want?"

She paused for a moment, "Who's that girl... The one all the muggles talk about. Remember last month when we went to London? Her face was on all the magazines."

He pondered for a moment. What was her name? "Oh, you mean Ella."

She nodded, "I want her."

/

Hermione sat alone in her bedroom on top of the joke shop. Last night's concert had been especially tiring. The crowd was relentless, demanding she give two encore performances. Her body was sore. She rolled around her bed, refusing to get up. Her phone was ringing again. Fuck! Damn answering machine. She had forgotten to turn it on.

"Ugh," was all she could mutter.

"Ella, where the hell have you been all morning? I called at least six times."

She sigh, "Nowhere. I was tired. I didn't feel like getting up."

"This is important. I want you to come in. I have some very exciting news. I want to tell you in person."

She yawned.

"Ella, I expect to see you in an hour. Don't make me-"

Click.

(Two hours later)

Hermione walked into his office. She knew what was coming, but he calmly greeted her with a cup of coffee. "Geez Ella, you look like shit. Maybe you should've stayed in bed."

She flicked him the finger and took the cup. He laughed and sat back down.

"What's so important?"

He rummaged through his desk. "Last night, I received a call that is going to change your life."

She took a sip. It was bitter. She got up and headed for the sugar, replying sarcastically, "Oh my god! David Beckham is getting a divorce? He wants to run away with me?"

Owen shook his head. "Ella, I'm being serious. Do you know who Huang King is?"

She froze.

"Ella. Did you hear me? Huang King...of King International? Apparently, his daughter is getting married. I think her name is Sapna."

She turned around and leaned on the counter. Her knees were shaking,. "Yeah, I think I read that somewhere. What does that have to do with me?"

"It has everything to do with you. Mr. King called me last night. He asked if you were available for his daughter's engagement party."

She took another sip, "As a guest or the entertainment?"

"Both I assume."

"What did you tell him?"

Owen jumped up, "What do you think I told him? I said yes!"

Hermione put her cup down, "Call him back and tell him no."

"Ella, what the hell do you mean no?"

"I mean, no. I'm not interested."

Owen ran around his desk to stand in front of her, "Ella, this is Huang King! No one says no to Huang King."

"I just did." She stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

/

"What do you mean she said no?" Sapna screeched.

"Sweetheart, there are other singers." Huang reasoned.

She stomped around the room, "No, no, no. I want her."

"But sweetheart, I can't make her-"

Draco walked in to find his fiancée in tears. "Am I interrupting?"

Sapna rushed over to him, "Draco, Ella…she…won't…and I…-"

Draco looked at his future father-in-law, who only shrugged and shook his head, "She's yours now Draco." He laughed as he left the room.

Draco took her hand and sat her down next to him, "Calm down Nana. Let's try again. This time in English. What happened?"

Sapna took a deep breath, "Ella won't sing at our engagement party."

Draco looked confused, "And who is Ella?"

Sapna stomped her foot, "She's only the most well known singer in the world."

"Really? How come I've never heard of her?," he replied.

She huffed at him, "Of course you haven't. You're always at the office or in a business meeting. What would you know about the world outside of business?"

Draco cleared his throat. She was starting to piss him off. "Just get someone else."

Sapna screamed, "No. I want her, only her. If she doesn't do it, the wedding is off."

He was half relieved by that statement. He didn't want to marry the spoiled troll, but he had to. Malfoy Enterprises was at the brink of bankruptcy and the merger with King Industries was the only way to save them. He quickly regained his composure, "Do you want me to talk to her?"

Her eyes lit up, "Really? You would do that for me?"

He nodded, "Of course."

"Oh, Draco. She won't turn you down. Even in the muggle world, everyone knows who you are. She'll surely do it now."

"The what? She's a muggle?"

"Of course she is. You didn't think a witch would refuse the Kings did you?"

/

"Of course I know who you are Mr. Malfoy." Owen assured, "Ella is just busy that day."

"Really? What is she doing?"

"Oh well, um she has…this thing she has to do."

"Really? What thing?"

"Um, it's personal."

"Well, Mr. Owens, this is personal for me too. Is it a matter of money? I can pay whatever she wants. Just name your price."

"No, no. It's not that."

"Then what is it?"

"I don't know. She just…"

"Where is your office located? I have some business in London in a few days. I can come ask her myself."

"That's not necessary Mr. Malfoy. Her answer will still be no."

"Does she have a number where I can reach her?"

"Well yes, but I don't think she-"

"Give it to me."

"Mr. Malfoy, there are plenty of singers who would love to entertain you and your guests. Why not hire one of them?"

"I already told you. My fiancée is set on Ella."

"I'm sorry. You're wasting your time. She's very stubborn. Once she has made up her mind, there's no changing it."

"We'll see about that." Draco hung up the phone. He hated using muggle contraptions but this was one time he was thankful to have one. Draco dialed Ella's number and waited for her to pick up.

"Hello you have reached Ella. I can't come to the phone. Please leave me a message and I will get back to you."

Beep

"Hello. My name is Draco Malfoy. Perhaps you have heard of me? My fiancée, Sapna King is your biggest fan and she is very disappointed that you won't be able to attend our engagement party. I'm sure we can work something out."

Draco folded up the parchment with Ella's number on it and put it in his pocket. He would try again tomorrow if she didn't call back.