AN: Nothing is mine except John
My summer was very different from my normal relaxing summers at home. After the funeral and will reading and my crying fit, I immediately called for a meeting with the board of my father's company. There was much to discuss and much to figure out since the company had effectively lost its leader. At first the board of directors were very surprised since it was not very long since their deaths but they didn't stay shocked for very long. I made sure that they knew that I wanted to be part of this company and eventually become the new leader of the company. At the moment we all agreed that was an unwise decision since I had no education or experience in running a business. So it was decided that the board would run the company in my absence and when I was ready I would take over the company. I just asked if the board would just keep me informed about the goings on and decision they take. It was very important for me to be part of this company. It was part of who my father was and I made a promise to myself that I would be a part of the company.
The rest of my summer I spent training to fight and defend myself without a wand. I felt that I needed to know how to fight just incase I lost my wand during a real fight with a death eater. I learned to use swords, daggers, guns, and my own body to defend myself. I practiced and practiced until using them were second nature. Whenever I did sleep I kept a knife and a gun under my pillow and my wand strapped to my thigh courtesy of a custom made holster. Whenever I went out I strapped on my daggers and guns just incase something happened. I ordered books from Diagon Alley about defense and dark arts so that I could learn about what I was truly fighting. I hated not knowing something and just because people felt that the knowledge was "dark" didn't mean I shouldn't know about it. NO one knew of my vigorous training. I used charms to hide my dagger whenever I went out and since the Order were not looking after me, no one in the wizarding world knew. On the outside, I still looked and acted like the partying socialite the world knew. I went out every night with people who were so that it made my brain hurt. I still drank and danced and smoked and acted like I always used to love. It felt different though because I had this sense of desperation and this sense of fear. I did everything I could to keep from dwelling on my loss on my grief and on my pain.
I barely slept that summer. I spent most of my nights out partying and woke up early to train. My body became used to feeling tired and exhausted but still I never stopped or rested. I couldn't stop or rest because I would have to actually think and feel. It was the summer where I realized I could push my body to extremes and still function normally enough for my best mates to not notice my exhaustion. It was on one of my many nights of dining at high end restaurants that I noticed John walking toward our table. John Foster was the nephew of a very famous actor in America and the son of a wealthy business woman. I never understood what his mother did but she made marriage an Olypic sport. I think she recently remarried -- number three I believe. John was the first boy I ever kissed and the first boy I ever slept with. He was the first boy I had feelings of love for but I knew it would never work out so we just had friends with benefits relationship. No real strings attached. I was glad to see him because I knew he would serve as such a delicious distraction this summer. Sad to say he didn't stay the whole summer.
"Hey Mi," he said grabbing me from behind, "You are looking just as lovely as before. Actually I think you have grown even hotter and I can't wait till I can really find out."
"Where have you been? You have missed some of the greatest parties to date and missed all of my intelligent sarcasm that no one else got here" I said turning around in his arms. Before he could say anything I captured his mouth a very long and passionate kiss. I hadn't seen this boy in a year and he was still as beautiful and as wonderful as I remembered. A choking cough broke us apart and John turned us so we could see who needed help just to be floored by who I saw. John started speaking without realizing that either of us were even listening.
" Mi I wanted you to meet my cousin who I recentaly came to know existed. He basically ran away from home because he needed a break and so he came to seek shelter within my the shadow of my greatness so I may teach him my ways. Sadly I have to be back at uni earlier than I expected so I'll be leaving in a few days. So I thought who was the best person to show this lovely gent the ways of our wonderful lifestyle than my partner in crime -- you" said John.
I barely heard or understood what John was telling me. How could he think that this wizard would want to learn anything about muggles? How could he think I would be the one too teach him let alone stand in the same room with him? What did he say about this piece of shit's parents? I could not even think straight and just stood there gaping at none other than Draco Malfoy.