Confessions of a Potter Princess
His name is Rainier Malfoy and it's his first time in London. The people around me whispered and gossiped about what a Malfoy was doing back in England. I wondered who could possibly overshadow the presence of a Potter during the Wizarding London's nightlife.
I, of course knew all about Rainier. The Malfoy story was infamous. His father Draco was on mission for Lord Voldemort when he met a muggle woman in Russia. They fell in love, and he kicked the whole Death Eater habit. On the run from the Dark Lord he aided in Old Voldy's downfall by feeding what information he knew to my father. Next thing you know Voldy's caput and my father is the savior of the wizarding world. Then Lucius Malfoy, Rainier's grandfather, rather than accept the fact that his son loved a mudblood went crazy and became severely abusive, trying to murder Draco and his young Russian muggle wife. Narcissa, his grandmother, then proceeded to murder Lucius for hurting her beloved son. And while nobody really mourned the lost, the ministry couldn't just let her get away with it so they exiled her to Transylvania, which is where the Malfoys have resided since.
Apparently Rainier had gone to Durmstrang and was 20 years old, the same age as my brother Jude. He was a new recruit for the England National Quidditch Team, of which my father was coach.
My name is Charlotte Lily Potter and by now you could probably guess that I'm Harry Potter's daughter. My mother is Ginevra Potter. My dad is a retired quidditch star who now coaches and my mom is Founder and President of Dumbledore's Hearts of Gold, a charity organization that provided shelter for victims of The Second War and fundraised to rebuild the wizarding world, though now she mostly raises money for various St. Mungo's causes and whatnot.
I'm 17 years old and a recent graduate of Hogwarts. Right now I'm on summer break and trying to figure out exactly what I want to do with my life. I mean I have enough gold in my trust fund to basically be set for life but I want to find something that I love to do. I'm about 5'9" have dark auburn hair and green eyes. I'm the fourth child of six. I have three older brothers: Caliber 22, pro quidditch player for the England national team and Puddlemere United; Maxim 21, a restaurateur and nightclub owner, and Jude 20, who is pursuing a music career, a passion of his since he was old enough to hold a spoon in his hand and bang a pot. I also have a younger brother Dane 9, and younger sister Tierney 7.
Right now I'm at opening night at Carnivale, a new hotspot owned by my Uncle's Fred and George's friend Lee Jordan in association with my brother Maxim. As a Potter Princess I get into all the clubs VIP status and all my drinks are free. I do admit I like to party and go out. Ever since I've come of age, it seems the paparazzi has followed me everywhere, all trying to get a glimpse of the latest wild child Potter in action
I'm with one of my best friend's Delilah Longbottom, a thin blond with huge blue eyes and round cheeks. With her sooty lashed baby blues and petite stature she is deceptively innocent looking. Her parents are Neville and Luna Longbottom and dear friends of my own parents. We've been best friends since forever; she is the most honest, trustworthy, caring, person I know. But with horrible taste in men. See, she just happened to be dating my brother Maxim. They were sickeningly sweet together; had been since Delilah grew breasts at 15. Now 2 years later, they're still going strong. They were the couple, who in school, you knew would end up married with 12 kids with black hair and blue eyes and have a house with a white picket fence.
That it is if my brother ever decided to pop the question. He always just rolled his eyes whenever I asked him about it mumbling something about commitment. What he didn't understand is that I didn't care how much they loved each other or any of his issues; I just wanted to get a new dress for the ceremony since I was sure to be Maid of Honor, because Delilah only had brothers, and for Delilah to really be my sister. Still it made me feel like I had overdosed on Honeyduke's sweetest chocolate just thinking about it. I know I may seem a little bitter, but I'm not. It's just I'm tired of couples and all that couple-dom.
The problem is people like Rainier; tall, blonde with narcotic blue-grey eyes and a graceful, casual elegance. He was the kind of guy that could make any girl lose their inhibitions. He was probably gay. I'm dancing with some cute dark-haired guy when I see him. Its stupid and cliché but as I see him walk through the door, I know I've never wanted anything so bad I continue to dance with various people seeing if he'll notice me in my silk minidress, stiletto heels flipping my dark red hair, emerald eyes flashing with a mix of alcohol and my love to dance. It's insane but I could feel his hands on my body, feel those lips gruffly kissing every inch of me, and hear myself moan at the thought.
The dance floor is suddenly stifling and I need a drink so I ditch mystery boy number 5 of the night and go to Delilah at the bar. I order a Cosmo and turn to face Delilah. I look over my shoulder trying to keep Rainier in my line of sight. Oh god, he just looked at me. I turn around and take another drink of my martini. I watch him out of the corner of my eye. Some tall-dark-haired-familiar-looking man next to him whispers something in his ear. He nods and smiles. Oh Merlin, he's walking this way. I hit Delilah, who's too busy looking for Maxim, to pay attention.
"Dee, make it look like were talking"
"Ow! Charlotte I can't find Max anywhere, and I haven't seen him all day, because I've been with you. And all you've been doing is flirting with guys, while I stand there and say sorry I'm taken and you go for a shag in the loo."
"Ok first of all that's not my problem. You can flirt with whoever you like. Don't take your frustration with my commitment-phobic brother out and me. Second of all forget Max and look over by the entrance now"
"What- Oh is that the Malfoy"
"Yeah and he's coming this way"
"Oh look is that Caliber with him"
"Cal, what are you tal-"
But it's too late.
"Hey, Charlotte"
I spin around and there is my brother (no wonder the man looked so familiar) standing next to Rainier Malfoy in all his golden Greek god glory. I immediately feel my heart start to pound and palms sweat. He's staring at me just as intently.
"Oh hey Delilah", Cal says noticing the blond. Delilah nods and smiles in response. "Charlotte this is Rainier Malfoy, Dad's new recruit. We met at training camp last winter and he's one hell of a chaser.
He takes my drink-free hand and kisses it softly; both of us still silent, never breaking eye contact. The place where his lips touched my skin searing with heat, I feel myself blush and I pray to god he's not gay. I hear Delilah giggle behind me.
"Rainier this is Charlotte my younger sister. Speaking of which don't you think it's a little bit past your bedtime"
I turn to face Caliber pissed that he ruined the moment with his stupid comment.
"Oh please Cal", I say, "I'm 17, which I might add is 2 years older then the last girl you were photographed with"
"I already told you, she was doing an internship with the prophet and wanted an interview"
"With your tonsils", I snapped
"Touché princess, I honestly have no idea why Rainier here wanted to meet you"
"Don't you have an Assholes Anonymous meeting to go to?"
"As long as it's not Assholes for Abstinence, I'm good. Anyway Rainier you make nice with the girls here. I have my eye on a hot little brunette by the stage."
"Actually Cal, have you seen Maxim?" Delilah asks speaking up for the first time.
"Yeah, he was being interviewed by Witch Weekly over there," he says pointing over his shoulder, eyes never leaving his latest prey.
"Well I guess I'll go join him", she says excusing herself.
"Use protection", she whispers in my ear, giggling, as she walks past.
I rolled my eyes and turn to face Rainier again, swooning almost instantly.
"And then there were two" he says laughing almost nervously. He had a sexy laugh, deep and uninhibited, I couldn't help but notice how elegantly handsome he was.
"And then there were two", I repeated.
We stared at each other a few minutes and I felt myself blush again under his gaze. Blush, oh Merlin, I'm blushing. I don't blush it just doesn't happen. I mean last time I blushed I fell in love and that really fucked me over. I mean literally. We dated for two years. I lost my virginity to the guy (Michael Masterson a name never uttered in the Potter household) and he sleeps with Nicola McCarran, who had been one of my best friends. And since then I have been very careful about getting too attached. I had truly mastered the art of breaking up. You know after the first 6 weeks when all the cheesy, infatuation and new boy bliss dies down and those quirks about him just aren't cute anymore, but before you feel yourself growing too content and affectionate. If that happens, then you have to stick it out for like three months so you don't look like a total tease.
I hear the sound of the doors opening as the club is finally opened up to non VIPs. The people come into the room quickly and the bar crowds fast. I'm forced closer to Rainier and suddenly realize my body is practically resting against his. I feel a tingle in my right arm and leg where my body is touching his. I wonder if I'm having the same affect he's having on me and then I realize I'm not because he's most definitely gay. I mean really straight men just don't smell so good, and have such an easy masculine charm to them. I swear he can hear my heart drumming. My great aunt Meredith who's practically deaf could probably here it in Ireland. This is ridiculous, what could possibly be so different about this guy. I finish off my drink and place the empty martini glass on the marble bar counter
"Do you want to dance?" I ask coyly a flirtatious smile playing on my lips. I grab his hand and lead him out to the dance floor not waiting for him to answer. I find the beat and start dancing, twirling and moving to the music. I turn to him and he suddenly grabs my hand and pulls me close. Our bodies pressed together his hands on my hips, my hands playing with his soft blonde hair. We dance for awhile completely touching every bit of ourselves pressed together as closely as possible, and his hand playing with the hem of my short blue silk slip dress. I feel him breathing hotly, lustily. It's magnetic. These were definitely not the moves of a gay man. His hand moves just a bit higher slipping under the hem of the dress sliding over my bare leg sending chills throughout my body.
"This little thing has been driving me crazy all night", he says huskily in my ear his lips touching the side of my face. Impulsively, I kiss him hard; with every bit of sexual tension and wanting I've felt since I saw him.
When we break apart breathing heavily, he asks panting "You want to get out of here?"
In response I grab his hand and we push our way through the crowd and on to the busy London street. As soon as we're outside I push him against the wall, kissing him roughly. When we pull apart, I hear a click of a camera and see a flash of light and realize this will probably all over the tabloids tomorrow.
This time all he asks is "Your place or mine?"
I look at him blankly for a second "Right stupid question" is all he says and he leads me into the apparation ally behind the club. I hold tight to his arm and we disappear with a pop.