Chapter 3: The Concert
Author's Note: Once again, I extend my gratitude to Raven, as well as to all of the wonderful gothic readers who have shared their appreciation for My Immortal. I must ask, however, that certain commenters remain respectful of my work. I would also like to state that many for cool boys wear eyeliner, as well as that I do not have legal ownership over the Harry Potter franchise or over Good Charlotte lyrics.
It was finally the night of the Good Charlotte concert. Ebony, who is also Your Mother, could hardly wait. She and Willow had picked a perfectly gothic ensemble for the occasion: a black leather minidress over ripped red fishnets and heeled lace-up boots. The dress had a very gothic lace corset design. Feeling something was missing, she added fishnet gloves, and styled her hair. With the help of a hair straightener and some gel, Enoby had achieved the ideal spiky 'do she knew would make Draco's jaw drop.
Looking in the mirror, however, Ebony began to feel insecure about herself. You too, as the reader, feel very insecure. You are extremely unsettled to see Your Mother looking far hotter and more gothic than you ever will. But that's ok. You may not have Your Mother's style, but you do have her genes.
"I'm so depressed," Ebony shouted at her reflection.
Enoby picked up her favorite knife and slit one of her wrists. The incision had an instant impact on her demeanor, and was far more effective than any therapy or SSRI ever could hope to be. While waiting for her arm to stop bleeding, the teenage vampire picked up her favorite and most depressing book. The bleeding slowed after a few chapters, and Ebony set the Math 1920 textbook back on the shelf. Finally, she was ready to do her nails and makeup. A few coats of polish and a swig of human blood later, and Enoby was headed out the door.
Draco Malfoy stood outside the front door of Hogwarts. He was leaning against his mercedes-benz. His car was black, so it matched Your Mother's dress. It also matched his Simple Plan t-shirt and baggy pants. It was so thoughtful of him to make sure his ride would match their outfits.
Right away Enoby noticed his eyeliner and black nail polish. It was so edgy and attractive of him to adopt these traditionally feminine cosmetic practices even though toxic masculinity discouraged him from doing so.
Even though he looked so hot, Your Mother couldn't help sounding depressed when she greeted him.
"Hey Draco."
"Hi Ebony."
Without another word Ebony and Draco stepped into his swagalicious car and flew off towards the concert. While Draco was driving, he offered Enoby a cigarette. They each began to smoke, but the cigarette was not enough to get the teenagers sufficiently pumped for the concert.
"Why don't we also smoke some drugs?" Ebony suggested.
"That sounds like a good plan. I have some coke in the glove compartment we can use. I've never smoked coke before but I'm sure it'll work out fine."
As Draco landed the car at the concert, Ebony pulled a bottle of Coca-Cola™ out of the glove compartment.
"Nice! I bet burnt caffeine would really get us shitfaced. Good thinking Draco," Ebony exclaimed as she reached for her handy dandy blowtorch.
After nearly dying of smoke inhalation and gas poisoning from the burnt plastic, the pair hopped out of the car. Draco escorted Ebony to the mosh pit. They moshed. They jumped up. They also jumped down. It was all very exciting.
Finally, Good Charlotte came on stage. Draco and Your Mother felt much less silly once they were moshing to music.
"You come in cold. You're covered in blood. They're all so happy you've arrived…" the music played. The lead singer Joel Madden filled the club with a voice so sexy that any woman not on birth control immediately became impregnated. He trained under the great singer Kim Jong Un himself.
"Wow. His voice is so sexy," Ebony said to Draco. "I bet any woman entering here not on birth control has immediately become impregnated."
Draco experienced a flash of jealousy. His voice would never be able to impregnate women. How would he ever impress Enoby?
"What's wrong?" his date asked. "Hey, it's ok. I don't like him better than you!"
Draco perked up — like a daisy — but he was still feeling sensitive — much like a daisy also. "Really?" he asked, as he put his arm around Your Mother in hopes of shielding her from Joel Madden's penetrative sexual aura.
"Really!" Ebony insisted. "Besides, I don't even know Joel and he's going out with Hilary fucking Duff. I fucking hate that little bitch," she spat. The very thought of Hilary fucking Duff's face made Ebony want to vomit, so she put the thought out of her mind.
Even though they were already high off of the fumes of burnt plastic, the duo decided to grab beers after the concert. Miraculously, they ran into the members of Good Charlotte at the bar. The band members gave Draco and Ebony their autographs, before telling the teenagers how cool they were. Joel Madden especially made a point to tell Ebony that she was pretty and that he wouldn't doubt if she were the most gothic and edgy girl in the whole school. The band also encouraged the kids to value academics above all else and to stay in school.
A few beers and eight shots of gin later, Draco and Ebony were far too drunk to walk. They instead crawled through the parking lot into Draco's mercedes-benz. Because he didn't condone driving under the influence, Draco placed the car on autopilot.
As they neared Hogwarts however, Draco got an idea. He set a new course for the car. To Enoby's surprise, the couple was headed directly to... the forbidden forest!
