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Sick with the flu, so I figured I might as well write. Thanks so much to my reviewers and readers. I don't want to seem like a pain but considering the number of hits this story gets I really would appreciate some more reviews. They really are helpful to the author as all of you who are writers as well know. So Please. Sorry by the way for the slow update last chapter I was in a play over the weekend and the preparations for the play were crazy.
Confessions of a Potter Princess XV
"And the Ace Award for album of the year goes to….Moi Non Plus by The Faux Pas"
"Woo! Congratulations! Oh my god! No fucking way!" our section of seats exploded into cheers. We jump up into our seats and scream and cheer as my brother and his band mates make their way up onto the stage.
"Wow, this is incredible," said the lead guitarist and my brother's best friend John Gray accepting the award, he knew just as well as we all did, my brother unless he was singing wasn't going to say anything in front of all these people.
"We would first off like to thank our families and friends for supporting us and for always putting up with our music even when we played horribly in the basement of Potter Manor. We want to thank everyone at our label especially Tony DiPietro, and of course our fans who without you we never could have made it this far. Thank you. Now to the after-party!"
We walked into Carnivale where my brother was hosting the biggest after party of the night. Everyone cheered like crazy when they saw Jude and the band who were immediately swarmed by photographers and famous fans. Colton and I talked and mingled with a few people and then I left him talking about quidditch with Cal while I went over to talk with some other friends. I had spotted Lana earlier and she told me she would be at Max's but I had yet to find her.
I walk through the crowded club and say hi to a few people along the way. I decide to go check upstairs and I gather the train of my long lilac dress. I turn around and-
"Oh sorry miss"
"No, I'm sorry, excuse me" I said apologetically to the man I just bumped into
"Wait, your Charlotte Potter, right? I'm Ha-"
"Hart Barron, I know who you are. You're the lead singer and infamous bad boy of Red English." I said more flirtatiously than I intended
"Ah, yes and you're the infamous party girl fashion designer and model daughter of Harry Potter", replied the roguishly handsome Hart. He's taller than he looks in pictures; tall, dark and handsome, with the perfect amount of five o'clock shadow on his strong jaw line and gorgeous piercing blue eyes.
"Oh bugger!" he exclaimed suddenly. I just raised an eyebrow.
"See I've got this little problem. I have a stalker." He explained glancing across the club where a skinny blonde girl is searching desperately around the room for something, which I'm guessing is Hart.
"Aha, any death coercions, marriage proposals?" I asked
"Well, no"
"It doesn't sound life-threatening"
"But I need a cover. I need for you to pretend we're having a scintillating conversation, and you are wildly entertained." We both laughed aloud at this.
"I know it's hard"
"I'll improvise" I smiled suddenly forgetting all about Lana.
"So it's too bad your brother's band didn't win them all, but album of the year, that's incredible for a debut" he said
"As I recall, your band did the same thing almost a decade ago." I responded nonchalantly
"Are you trying to make me feel old?"
I shrugged "How old are you anyway?"
"Forty. Does it bother you?" he asked
"No, but I know something that's going to bother you in a minute" I said watching the blonde girl fight her way through the throngs of people in our direction.
"Bloody hell, I can't get rid of her" Hart said his face suddenly becoming distraught
"I know how to escape-" I offered
"-Well then by all means, c'mon let's go woman, go, go, go!" and I grabbed his hand and we ran up the stairs, dashed into the men's room, and out an emergency exit door and onto a fire escape.
As soon as we burst out into the cool march air we immediately collapsed into laughter.
"Geez Red I think you nearly tore off my arm and I relaly don't think I want to know why you knew that was there"
"Well, aren't you even going to say thank you. I might have saved your life. Besides, my brother owns this club,I know all it's secrets"
"You're right, thank you" he said taking a seat resting up against the wall. He patted the spot next to him and I sat down beside him.
"Want one?" he asked offering me a cigarette. I took one and put it between my lips as he it lit for me. I couldn't help but notice how cute he was, even though he was older. Fuck he was nearly my father's age.
We sat there smoking in silence for a while.
"You know, you aren't nearly as much of an asshole as everyone says you are." I said to him.
"Well, um thank you." He said looking a little taken aback. "You really aren't as tall as I thought you were"
"Trick of the camera, they always place the lens looking up at me so I look taller in photoshoots." I explained
"Your just as beautiful though" he said. I blushed but didn't respond
"Aren't you married?" I asked suddenly curious as to where his wife was.
"Engaged. Sort of, we've been engaged for nearly six years"
"Don't tell me Mr. Hart Barron, mister tough guy Hart Barron, known for taking down the paparazzi is scared of walking down the aisle."
"No, I've been married before, but Brenna and I have been closer to breaking up then tying the knot for the past two years"
"So why don't you? Break up, I mean"
"I guess I'm used to just sort of having her around, god that's sounds terrible doesn't it, but she's the mother of my children"
"You have children"
"Two, she's not actually the mother of one but my daughter's mom doesn't come around much"
"How old are they?"
"Molly's ten and Aiden's four"
"My brother Dane's ten. They're kinda funny at that age don't you think. He'll be eleven in May just in time to get his Hogwarts letter. He thinks he's so grown up"
"Molly's eleven in July, mayb they'll be friends. So I take it you don't have children then?" he asked
"No, not yet" I said
"Would you like some?"
"Yes, but not today." I said laughing. He laughed too. Hart was so easy to talk too. Plus, he was older, different form any guy I've ever dated, and kind of mysterious. Every time he talked I couldn't help but want to know more about him. But my cigarette was done.
He offered me his hand and we both stood up and dusted ourselves off.
"When can I see you again?" he asked
"How about tomorrow? I'm in town for awhile staying at my friend Delilah's place. It's Morningsong Manor just outside Hogsmeade"
"Okay, tomorrow." He said. I was about to walk back inside when I felt him grab my hand. He turned me towards him and kissed me. I felt a crazy electric current run up and down my whole body. I was so surprised by the kiss thatit was over before I even got a chance to react.
"Sorry, but I just had to know" he said. I smiled and blushed before walking back into the club and heading home.