When I woke up in my bedroom the next day, snow was falling outside my window. Being a vampire, I slept in a coffin, with blue on the inside, the color of my house — Ravenclaw. The rest was a glossy black.

I stepped out of the coffin and put on a black leather dress, with some fishnets and boots. My hair was all ratty from sleep, but I didn't bother brushing it; instead I put it lazily in a messy bun, letting purple streaks fall out.

Willow, probably my closest friend, was lying on her normal bed, looking groggily up at me. She grinned, her forest green eyes still cloudy with sleep, then pulled herself out of bed and dressed in a deep blue shirt and gray sweat pants. It was the weekend, so we didn't have to wear our Hogwarts robes.

I put on some black lipstick and black eyeliner, and she put on a bit of mascara and pink lip gloss. When I'd first met her, I was sure she was a prep, but as I got to know her better I'd begin to realize that she isn't really a prep nor a goth; she's just Willow.

"So," she began, an all too knowing look in her eye. "I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday," she said with a grin.

I rolled my eyes, hoping my blush wasn't too visible. "Yeah, so?"

"Everyone knows you like him," she said teasingly as we walked out of the Ravenclaw common room and made our way to the Great Hall.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I replied defensively.

"Yeah right!" she exclaimed, giggling.

We walked the rest of the way in comfortable silence. When we reached the Great Hall, Draco Malfoy made his way over to me. I could see how anxious he was, though I doubted anyone else could; Draco Malfoy was to proud to let anyone see him be anything but confident.

"Hi," he said cooly.

"Hey," I replied flirtily. With that, Willow walked away.

"Guess what?" he said, letting amusement seep in to his voice.

"What?" I replied, honestly curious.

"Well, Good Charlotte's coming to Hogsmeade."

I was stunned into silence. They're my favorite band; how did I not know this?

"I... How did I not know this?" I asked to myself more than him.

"Would you like to go with me?" Draco asked, getting shyer by the second.

My heart stopped for a few whole beats, then began to pound hard in my chest. My face turned bright red.

"I—well, yes, I suppose I would like that," I stammered out, totally embarrassing my self, but he didn't seem to notice my stammer, because he replied, "Well, I'll see you tomorrow then," and made his way back to the Slytherin table, a bit of a swagger in his walk.

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Wow, I'm already hating this. Did Good Charlotte even exist in their time? Who's Good Charlotte? I'm too much of a prep for this.

Also, I changed her house from Slytherin to Ravenclaw, because how would she wake up and know the weather if her window looked out under a lake?

I just want to read some nice Scorbus fluff, but look what I'm doing instead.