EN - Welcome back to My Immortal, Edited Version. I don't even know why you're bothering reading this crap, but it's your decision.
Now let us get back tothis.
Chapter 3.AN: STOP FLAMING THE STORY, PREPS, OK! Otherwise, fangs to the gothic people for the good reviews! FANGS AGAIN RAVEN! Oh yeah, BTW I don't own this or the lyrics for Good Charlotte.
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On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching fishnets on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky. I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC. I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn't put on foundation because I was pale anyway. I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert.
I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying car. He was wearing a Simple Plan t-shirt (they would play at the show, too), baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner. (AN: A lot of cool boys wear it, ok!).
"Hi Draco!" I said in a depressed voice.
"Hi Ebony." he said back. We walked into his flying black Mercedes-Benz (the license plate said 666) and flew to the place with the concert. On the way we listened excitedly to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson. We both smoked cigarettes and drugs. When we got there, we both hopped out of the car and went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to Good Charlotte.
"You came in cold, you're covered in blood, they're all so happy you arrived, the doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom, she sets you free into this life." sang Joel (I don't own the lyrics to that song).
"Joel is so fucking hot." I said to Draco, pointing to him as he sang, filling the club with his amazing voice.
Suddenly Draco looked sad.
"What's wrong?" I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.
"Hey, it's ok, I don't like him better than YOU!" I said.
"Really?" asked Draco sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective.
"Really." I said. "Besides I don't even know Joel and he's going out with Hilary fucking Duff. I fucking hate that little bitch." I added disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face.
The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. After the concert, we drank some beer and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with them. We got GC concert tees. Draco and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz, but Draco didn't go back into Hogwarts, instead he drove the car into… the Forbidden Forest!
Chapter 4.This isn't so bad... Yet. Thank god for Raven, Tara's editor. Unluckily, they'll be getting into a little fight sometime, and this will become as bad to edit as Tara'sANs.
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AN: I said stop flaming ok? Ebony's name is EBONY EN - That originally said "Ebonys name is ENOBY" O.o. not Mary Sue, OK! DRACO IS SOO IN LOVE with her that he is acting different! They knew eachother before, ok!
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"DRACO!" I shouted. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?"
Draco didn't answer, but he stopped the flying car and he walked out of it. I walked out of it too, curiously.
"What the fucking hell?" I asked angrily.
"Ebony?" he asked.
"What?" I snapped.
Draco leaned in extra-close and I looked into his gothic red eyes (he was wearing colored contacts) which revealed so much depressing sorrow and evilness and then suddenly I didn't feel mad anymore.
And then… suddenly just as I thought that Draco kissed me passionately. Draco climbed on top of me and we started to make out keenly against a tree. He took of my top and I took of his clothes. I even took of my bra. Then he put his thingie into my you-know-what and we did it for the first time.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! " I screamed. I was beginning to get an orgasm. We started to kiss everywhere and my pale body became all warm. And then…
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING MOTHERFUCKERS!"
It was… Dumbledore!
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Oh thank god, it's over. I mean, "Put his thingie into my you-know-what"? Seriously? On one hand, while I'm relieved that I didn't have to edit a more detailed potent sex scene, a sex scene that bad is just... Facepalm.