AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY PREPZ OK! (Yes, of course they'll stop flamming your story. But they won't stop flaming it.) odderwize (… Like otters? Cuz I like otters.) (I bet she means udders! Udder. *snicker*) fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reveiws! FANGS AGEN RAVEN! (BLAME.) oh yeah, BTW I don't own dis or da lyrics 4 Good Chralotte. (But the question is, do you own them for Good Charlotte?)

On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. (I DON'T GIVE! Siriusly, what's up with all the clothing descriptions?) (Those boots do sound pretty cool, though. Just saying.)Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. (And the outfit no longer makes sense.) Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. (Very descriptive. I'm sure I could go to Hot Topic and give them that description. I'd obviously get the dress you're wearing.) I put on matching fishnet on my arms.I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky. (… What? You straightened it and made it look 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. (… You slit your wrists because you felt a little depressed and then read a book while waiting for them to start bleeding? Unless you were waiting for the book to stop bleeding, which I would totally understand… Yeah… Sure I would.) 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. (Then the foundation in the last two chapters was for you to look extra-freakin-pale? Okaaaaay then…) I drank some human blood (And where, may I ask, did you get that? From your readers that commit suicide, because their brains -I'll break this down for you-could…not…com…pre…hend this level of stupidity?) so I was ready to go to the concert.

I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying car. (Did he find it in the Forbidden Forest sometime after 2nd year?) 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 fo kewl boiz wer it ok!). (If I could understand that AN, I'm sure I'd disagree. Hey! This proves that you ARE from Copenhagen! (No offence to the Copenhagions of the world. I love you.)) (Well, if Captain Jack Sparrow is one "fo the kewl boiz", I suppose they do.)

"Hi Draco!" I said in a depressed voice. (Yes, that's what exclamation marks usually imply. Depression.)

"Hi Ebony." he said back. We walked into his flying black Mercedes-Benz (Alright, did Arthur Weasley decide to make a living selling different types of enchanted flying cars? Cuz the original was a Ford Anglia, so it can't be that one…) (the license plate said 666) (Is that legal?) and flew to the place with the concert. (Perhaps it was Hogsmeade? Just a guess…) On the way we listened excitedly to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson. We both smoked cigarettes and drugs. (*face smashes into keyboard*) When we got there, we both hopped out of the car. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we (were about to be killed because we were IN A MOSH PIT.) listened to Good Charlotte.

"You come in cold, you're covered in blood They're all so happy you've arrived The doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom She sets you free into this life." sang Joel (I don't own da lyrics 2 dat song). (Of course you don't, the lyrics are spelled correctly. The power of Copy/Paste!)

"Joel is so fucking hot." I said to Draco, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice. (Yes, you should totally say that to your boyfriend.)

Suddenly Draco looked sad. (Warned ya.) (Maybe he was sad because he realized he had been OOC this whole time and decided to become in character again? Please?)

"What's wrong?" I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on. (She's like a female Sherlock Holmes!) (Did anyone see the new movie?)

"Hey, it's ok I don't like him better than YOU!" I said. (D'awww…how heartwarming.)

"Really?" asked Draco sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective. (Noooooo! Draco is mine!)

"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." (Well then.) I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face. (I'm blonde…does that mean my face is blonde? Coolio!)

The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. After the concert, we drank some beer (You're underage. Unless… What's the drinking age in Scotland? Oh, wait, I forgot, she goes to Hogwarts in England.) 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 (because they were mortally injured and couldn't walk), but Draco (died.) (Luna! How could you suggest such a thing? *cries*) (Don't worry, it's not your Drae-drae, its this Draco *super spy voice* Imposta!) didn't go back into Hogwarts, instead he drove the car (To the actual Hogwarts in Scotland?) into... (Suspense!) the Forbidden Forest! (*gasp!*)

Well, we humiliated, and then forcefully beat to death logic, reason, physics, and common sense in this chappy! (Not to mention the English language!) Wheeeee!

Yay! I've never liked common sense anyway. It's overrated.