The next day, I woke up in my bedroom. I opened the door to my coffin, and drank some blood from the bottle sitting on my bedside table as I glanced out the window- it was snowing and raining again. My coffin was black on the outside, and lined with hot pink velvet with a black lace trim.
I got out of my coffin, and took off my large MCR t-shirt, which I used for pajamas. I then put on a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots, and fishnets. I put in four pairs of earrings (I had 4 piercings, in my ears, and I wanted more), and put my hair up in a messy bun.
My friend, Willow, woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her waist-length raven hair, which had pink streaks in it, and looked at me with her forest-green eyes. She put on a Marilyn Manson tee, a black mini, fishnets, and pointy high-heeled boots. We then put on our usual makeup.
"Oh my fucking god, I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday!" She exclaimed excitedly.
"Yeah, so?" I murmured, blushing.
"Do you like him?" She asked as we exited the Slytherin common room and into the Great Hall.
"No, I fucking don't!" I shouted, blushing harder.
"You so do." She smirked. As she said this Draco walked up to me.
"Hi." He smiled.
"Hey." I replied, flirtily.
"Guess what?" He grinned.
"What?" I asked curiously.
"Well, Good Charlotte is having a concert in Hogsmade." He stated, smiling mischievously.
"Oh. My. Fucking. God!" I screamed. I absolutely adored Good Charlotte. They were my favorite band, aside from My Chemical Romance.
"Well... you want to go with me?" He asked. I gasped.