Hi, I know this update has been so slow, but now I'm en route to Sun Valley for spring break and I finally have time to update. Dance has been particularly insane lately and with only a month to AP tests, my little extra time has been spent with my boyfriend or other friends. I don't want to seem annoying, but last chapter got well over two hundred hits and oply one review, it's disheartening to say the least. so please Read and Review, please.

Confessions of a Potter Princess XVII

I sit in Hart's dressing room backstage tapping my foot along to the muffled music . Red English was just finishing up their last few songs and I was waiting for Hart backstage.

After releasing their sixth album two weeks ago, it had shot straight to the top. Number one on the billboard charts overtaking Jude's album that had been number one for thirteen straight weeks. It was fabulous, the band hadn't been this big sinc they were i their twenties. but it also meant that Hart was the tabloid's favorite rebel once again. Everywhere he went cameras followed.

Then of course there was the breakup.After six years together, what had torn Brenna Appleton and Hart Barron, England's favorite couple, apart? I told myself constantly that it wasn't me. That they had had problems for a while now. That I was merely a catalyst in the breakup. Still, pictures of us together had appeared everywhere. They showed the two of us having drinks, or going out to eat, or laughing and and shopping. They were completely innocent pictures, as we tried to keep things purely platonic in public.

They were after all the only evdience of a real relationship, as I have yet to introduce him to my family or Dee and Colton. Though Jude already knows him through work. They have the same producer and Hart is guest guitarring on The Faux Pas' newest album. I think that it was in fact because of Jude that I hadn't gotten too much shit from everyone. They all knew that him and Jude worked toegether and if he was some crazy pyscho, trust me all my brother's would have taken care of it by now. Colton was in Paris, and Dee knowing who the "hummer" was decided that if he made m ehappy, well she'd trust that and leave me alone. Besides, he's a rock star, she said, now tell me who doesn't want a rockstar.

As of now, our friend status couldn't be questioned. I mean the two of us insisted to the tabloids that we were only friends. Not to mention, we were never seen holding hands or snogging in public. So far, anyway. We knew we would have to release some sort of statment to the press announcing that were dating, especially as it became incresaingly harder for us to keep our hands to ourselves.

The door opens suddenly and I jump up pulling on the hem of my black shirtdress.

"Oh Milo, it's only you" I sighed with more than a little relief in my voice.

"Charlotte, whatare you doing here? Your lucky Brenna decided to take an 'extended vacation' after last week. She's going crazy enough as it is with all these gossip rags hounding her every move" said Milo Jenkins, Hart's publicist and good friend.

Milo knew the real story of mine and Hart's relationship. He was there the one and only time we ever slipped up. Hart and i had been having drinks at the Chilton hotel bar, where Hart was set to do a press conference and album signing the next morning. Afterwards, the two of had snuck into Hart's room for a quick little rendevous, and hadn't closed the door all the way in our frenzy. Milo had walked right in, and caught us in the act. We were truly lucky it had only been him. Since then, we made sure not to only close doors but to lock them as well.

"Well, I just came to drop off a note for hart about tomorrow's interview with witch Weekly, so I guesss I'll just leave now" he said awkwardly, placing a piece of paper on the vanity counter.

I think he was still embarassed over catching me in my knickers, because he was always a little tense around me. I smiled and he left. I settled back down into the comfy leather armchair, and kicked off my black leather boots, as the last chords of "Yankee Girls" played out. it was soon followed by an eruption of cheers and screams. A minute later the hallway outside was filled with voices and footsteps and the unmistakable giggling of groupies. As soo as hart stepped into the room I jumped into his strong arms, wrapping my ow lithe arms around his neck and kissing him fiercely full on the mouth. I wrapped my legs around his waist and we stumbled over to the vanity. He swiped everything on the counter, and water bottles, and hair gel, and guitar picks clattered to the floor.

"What have I told you about these damn pullover shirts" I breathed out breaking the kiss, as I tugged his soft grey cotton t-shirt over his head. "Yeah, well I hate all these fucking buttons, they take was too fucking long" he muttered against neck, struggling to pull off my black shirtdress.

I kissed him everywhere I could, on the chest, the neck, the lips anywhere I could reach, my hands tangled up in his dark hair.

"There is a god, and he reminded you not to where a bra today" he said as he ravished my bare chest, my dress thrown to the floor.

FLASH CLICK

"Aaah!" I scream jumping off the counter as I see a horde of paparazzi at the door.

"Get the fuck out of here!" Hart yells immediately taking my into his arms and shielding me from the cameras. But they wouldn't stop.

"Hart, how long has this been going on!" FLASH

"Charlotte, did you break up Brenna and Hart!" CLICK

"Hart,is this why things are over between you and Brenna Appleton!" FLASH

"Hart, were you cheating on Brenna with Charlotte!" CLICK

"Milo do something!" I plead as I see him stading near the doorway, trying to figure what all the commotion is about.

"All right everybody out! Security is on their way down!" he yells trying to push them away from the door, but the threat of threee monstrously large men doesn't seem to deter them. Still, topless and with me only i a pair of lacy black knickers Hart carefully reaches down for his shirt and throws it to me, as it doesn't seem that we're getting out of this mess anytime soon. Hart pulls Milo through the doorway, and togetherthey force the door shut and lock it. I immediately take the armchair I wa sitting in earlier and push it up against the door just in case.

"How the fuck did they get down here!" yells Hart

"Look your only option is to just release a statement that the two of you are in early stages of a relationship and thought it would be inappropriate to say something earlier because of the recent breakup bewteen you and Brenna" Milo said, leaning up against the wall, rubbing his temples, "Look I know you have a lot going on right now, because your promoting the new record, but this is going to be a nightmare. Charlotte, I suggest you stay under the radar for a while, they are going to be waiting outside your door to accuse you of all sorts of things"

"Well, I have to go back to Paris in a week anyway for Fashion Week, maybe by the time I get back it will calm down a little" I said

"When do you think we'll be able to get out of here?" Hart asked exasperated

"Not for another half an hour at least, because they need to secure the exit so you guys can leave without being trampled. Anyway, anyone up for gobstones?" Milo said pulling a portable set out of Hart's travel case.

I walk downstairs to the kitchens of Morningsong Manor, to grab something for breakfast before detailing Delilah's wedding dress. I'm about to take a blueberry muffin, when I see the Daily Prophet and a enormous amount of other letters on the table in the adjoining breakfast nook. Next to it is another note on Dee's favorite purple paper.

Hi,

Max is in meetings all day. I'd stay away from him for a while. He's not to happy with you right now. I went to go pick up some things for thewedding.You certainly had fun last night.

Dee

"Fuck!" I said as I see the headline Hart and Charlotte's Secret Affair

"Double Fuck!" I said as I saw the picture of us, me topless, with my hands clutched over my chest and Hart trying to turn me away from the cameras.

"Triple, Fucking Fuck!" I yelled as I noticed thatall the hundreds of letter on the table are for me.

I didn't bother to readany of them as I'm sure it is mostly hate mail, but insteadtook them into the livingroom and threw each and every one straight into the fire.

"Charlotte! Charlotte! Princess! Are youhere!" I hear my mum's voice ringo out over the entrance hall.

"Hi mum" I sighed not really wanting to see her right now.

"OhCharlotte" Ginny saidhugging me.

"Mum, I'm fine really. A little embarassed maybe, but fine" I said trying to pull away

"I knew you would be but I just popped in to make sure on my way to a meeting with the Museum of Magically Artistic Endeavors.You know I'm not going to lecture you, but it wouldn't hurt to rethink this whole thing your having with this man. I mean he's so old, but Jude said he was a good guy and that he seemed to really like you and so..."she trailed off sitting down on the newcouch in the sumptuous living room.

I knew she was stalling. I doubt she really cared about what happened too much, since she had been quite the party girl when she was younger.

"Charlotte, do you really think it's appropriate though-"

"Mum what about the no lecture"

"Oh it's not about this Hart Barron. It's just that your getting older. You'll be twenty next month. Do you really think this is the kind of guy you should be spending time with. Are you going to marry him?"

"So that's what this is about. Mum I'm just having fun right now. I know I'm not going to marry him. He doesn't want to marry me either. Besides I'm nineteen. What about Cal and Jude? You don't bother them as much about marraige."

"Yes, butthey're just like their uncles. They don't have enough sense yet to be married. By the time I was your age I was already married and pregnant with Caliber."

"Oh mother" I sighed flopping down on the couch next to her. "I love you mum, but sometimes you exhaust me"

She kissed the top of my head "Just wait till you have kids, you get to torture them too"

"No, don't even start with the kids thing. Oh my God! How did Dad take it!" I said alarmed at the thought of what Harry Potter might say when he found out hisprincessl was dating a man old enough to be her father.

"Let's just say it's a good thing your gonig back to Paris in a couple of days.And yoiur even luckier that he's in Luxembourg for a Quidditch tournament for the next fiver days. I'm joining himthere tomorrow.Don't worry darling, you'll get wrinkles, and pretty soon your modeling contracts will go to shit too" She said standing up and walking out to the entrace hall to leave.

"Bye mum" I said giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Okay boys, just roll the racks into my studio, it's the second bedroom on the left down that hallway" I said as some of the male models from Paris Fashion week helped move the collection into my flat. I had worked on the collection mostly at Morningsong Manor while staying with Max and Dee.

When I had flooed Colton the day before, he told me he would be working late on a big case, so i didn't expect him to be home despite it being nearly eight at a night on a Sunday.On the coffee table in the living room was a large evelope. I picked it up and saw it had my name on it. Inside was what looked to be the Daily Prophet and a letter covering the first page.

Hey Princess,

Just thought I should let you know, before it became a big media frenzy. Anyway, I don't think he's gong to invite you. I don't know if he'd go through with it if he saw you. See page three.

Cal

Quidditch Superstar to MarryBeautful Fashionista read the headline.

Underneath was a picture of Rainier and the Australian model Alexandra Crossing. Each with a perfect smile on their perfect blond heads. They truly looked the perfect couple. I had heard about them in passing andhad met her a few times throughout various fashion weeks. She was dumber than a pile of rocks, but really sweet, niceand beautiful. The wedding was to take place in only two weeks time.

I didn't know what to make of it. I sat down numbly on the buttery leather chaise lounge, not comprehending a thing around me. The modelssoon left and I think i waved but I can't be sure. After what must have been a couple of hours, I heard Colton walk through thedoor.

"Charlotte! Hey are you back yet!" he yelled closing the doorbehind him. I dropped the letter and the paper and got up to and walked over to Colton in a bit of a daze.

"Hey Princess, are you alright?" he said noticing what i'm sure must have been a strange expression on my face.

Then without a second thought I pushed Colton up against the wall and kissed him. His briefcase fell to the florr litttering the room with a million papers and quills.

"What are you doing?" he asked his voice husky with desire

"What, don't you want to?I said immediately unbuttoning his black dresspants and pulling off his crisp blue oxfordshirt.

He didn't respond, choosing only to pick me up and carry me into his bedroom