Some imposer acting as Dumbledore made Ebony and I follow him. He kept shouting at us angrily.
"You ludacris fools!" he shouted.
Ebony started to cry tears of blood down her pallid face. Not trying to be a jerk, I comforted her. When we went back to the castle the Poser Dumbledore took us to Headmaster Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall who were both looking very angry.
"They were having sexual intercourse in the Forbidden Forest!" he yelled in a furious voice. No, we were not! I would never, ever consent to it.
"Why did you do such a thing, you mediocre dunces?" asked Professor McGonagall.
"How dare you?" demanded Professor Snape.
And then I shrieked just for the sake of letting her off the hook. "BECAUSE I LOVE HER!"
Everyone was quiet. Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall still looked mad but Professor Snape said. "Fine. Very well. You may go up to your rooms." What a relief.
Ebony followed me upstairs while the teachers glared at us. For some reason I don't think she is a Slytherin like she says she is. Our dorms are in the dungeon.
"Are you okay, Ebony?" I asked her. I cannot believe I am acting like I actually care about her.
"Yeah I guess." she muttered. She went to the girl's dorm while I nearly fell asleep at the entrance of the bathrooms. She came back, wearing a dress. It seems as if she is going to sleep in that. Well, whatever, it's her choice. I decided to sing one of the songs I heard at the concert today. I did it to mock the band. She misinterpreted my joke and came up, smothered me in her arms, and put her lips on mine. She said goodnight and I stumbled off as I went downstairs. She had probably mistaken that as reluctant. Yay for bedtime!
The next day I woke up in my coffin and went down to the Great Hall. I didn't sleep well, so I rested my head on a table. I spied Ebony, with her purple hair, devouring a bowl and a glass of red stuff. Straight food colouring, maybe. She reeked of aerosol spray paint. I could smell it even though she was a few tables away. Suddenly that detestable Potter bumped into her. All the blood spilled over her top. I suppressed a sneer.
"Bastard!" she shouted angrily and looked up. Potter was clad in clothes and make-up just as muggle and as silly as hers. Strange thing was, he wasn't wearing glasses anymore. Ebony flushed pink as she saw him.
"I'm so sorry." Potter said in a shy voice.
"That's all right. What's your name?" she questioned.
"My name's Harry Potter, although most people call me Vampire these days." he grumbled. What? Potter has a new nickname?
"Why?" she exclaimed.
"Because I love the taste of human blood." he giggled. I actually don't mind him sucking life from some muggles.
"Well, I am a vampire." she confessed.
"Really?" he whimpered.
"Yeah." she roared.
They sat down to talk for a while. I had an idea: to lure her into a room and kill her. I walked up behind her and told her I had a surprise for her so she fell into my trap went away with me.
Ebony gripped my hand tightly and smudged her black nail polish all over my hand. She waved to Potter, who looked more miserable than I've ever seen him. There was no need to drag her; she was running along with me. I locked her in an empty room with me. There was a bed, so she may think I am up to something else. Something she would desire.
Then…she slid her tongue into my mouth. Disgusting! She took off her clothes and mine, too. She willingly laid down on the bed. I wanted to retrieve my dagger from my pants, but I couldn't, as she was gripping onto me so hard.
"Oh Draco, Draco!" she screamed while getting an orgasm. All of a sudden she eyed my Dark Mark. What I didn't know was that when she turned me into a vampire, I had the indication tattooed beneath the proof of my loyalty to the Dark Lord.
"You bastard!" she shouted angrily, jumping out of the bed. Great! My plan had worked in some way.
"No! No! But you don't understand!" I pleaded. even I didn't understand what this was about.
"No, you idiot!" she shouted. "You probably have AIDs anyway!" What the heck is AIDs? Is that something muggle-related?
She put on her clothes all huffily and then stomped out. I ran out even though I was naked, too angry to care about embarrassment. I had a really big you-know-what (i.e. dagger). She stomped out and did so until she was in the classroom Potter was in. Professor Snape was giving the class a lesson.
"VAMPIRE POTTER, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" she yelled.
