When the dreaded night of the concert came, I found myself staring into the mirror.
The seconds slowly passed. In half an hour I was supposed to be ready, but my mind was a bundle of thoughts, and every time I picked up the hairbrush I got distracted and let it fall with a clatter. What was he planning...?
My hand fell to the porqelain servant and my fingers started acting like the legs of a spider, slowly creeping over the smooth surface. I watched as they found their way into my pouch of makeup, and suddenly a sting of pain jolted trough my index finger. I quickly jerked my hand out. A small drop of scarlet lingered on my fingertip before it escaped, commiting suicide against the sink.
Why was I so depressed all of a sudden?
I usually just put on a facade so that other goths, or emos, or punks or whatever you call us would see me as their own. But this wierd feeling was genuine. It rested against my ribs like a brick had replaced my heart.
I slowly reached into the pouch and found what had hurt me - A small razor.
Did I dare?
A lot of my so-called friends cut themselves. They told me it helped against the inner pains - That it replaced the small, annoying stings that haunts you everyday with a great slash of pain that is easier to bear. I had never tried myself, but this heavy weight inside me would drag me down to even deeper and darker levels if I didn't deal with it somehow. I lifted the small, sharp metal object and stared at it shining in the light. It almost looked like it was smiling at me, inviting me. and with my heart racing I slowly put the sharp edge to the top of my arm.
But there my courage failed.
With a sigh I put it away, leaving me with nothing but some drops of blood on my skin.
As if trying to weight this up I combed my hair with extra fierce, almost pulling my hair off.
I looked horrible. So I might as well finish the look.
I didn't know any beauty spells, so I cheated and used a can of purple spray to colour my hair. Tilting my head at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but smile.
I looked a little mad. Like that eight-year-old that stands in the middle of your lawn and sings about death, her thin voice filling the air like fog and sending chills into your very soul. Cute, in a way.
Actually, I looked perfect! Wich was about time because I had exactly three minutes to get down. I ran the stairs, lucky that none of them moved, and delivered my permission slip to the teacher waiting. She was new, seeing Hagrid was on a vacation she had taken over. A muscular, tall and blond woman, reminding me of a viking.
She nodded to where Draco was waiting with an annoyed frown and walked away to more important things.
Of course there was other students. To be honest almost every single student exept the youngest ones was going, and it gave me comfort. At least I wouldn't be alone.
"You look terrible, am I going to be seen with you?" Draco demanded, and the little joy disappeared. He was dressed better suited, in black with random chains and spikes.
The crowd started moving. It was just down to Hogsmeade - we would walk. Draco was still pissed, but I was used to it.
So it stirred some insecurity and fear as his frown slowly turned into a grin. "Do you even like The Weird Sisters?" He asked, suddenly polite, still with the creepy look on his face.
It would have been better if he shouted at me or acted like his smug self. This new, strange form of kindness was pretty freaky.
"Why did you even invite me?" I asked, instead of answering the question. For a moment he lost his kind mask and became angry again.
"Why don't you show some gratitude, you scum?" He hissed and looked away. I swallowed and stared at my walking feet, feeling a little better. At least anger was something I knew and could handle.
Since the crowd of teenagers were pretty exited the trip was fast, and we arrived almost running.
I have always found it weird that despite their name, The Wierd Sisters were all male. They looked hairy and unwashed like a pack of wolves, and their black robes were torn to shreds.
Some of the girls in the crowd started screaming and waving to get their attention, and when one of the members finally gave in and waved back even a couple of boys started shouting. With a laugh they kicked off the concert.
I decided then and there that The Weird Sisters was not my favourite band. They were all to loud, and the lyrics didn't even make any sense.

"Move your body like a hairy troll
Learning to rock and roll
Spin around like a crazy elf
Dancin' by himself

Boggie down like a unicorn
No stoppin' till the break of dawn
Put your hands up in the air
Like an ogre, just don't care"

No, thank you.
But Draco seemed to like it and soon forgot about me, disappearing into the crowd. I was not nearly exited enough to keep in the centre, so I got pushed out by the mass of bodies and ended up on the outside. My hair was even messed up that it had been to start with and my clothes now stinked of sweat and different types of perfume, and I started shivering in the cold air. Looking up I saw the heavy clouds start to gather.
Soon there would be more of that weird snow and rain mixture.
I sighed and rubbed my hands together against the cold, and almost jumped out of my skin as a hand grabbed my shoulder and turned me around.
"Getting bored?" Draco teased. Now that strange, new light was brighter than ever in his eyes, and something told me I would soon discover the real reason why he had brought me here. He even winked at me, and I recognized the bitter smell of his breath. He had clearly been drinking.
Now, I don't really have a problem with alcohol. It's foolish to think that teenagers are going to patiently wait until they are of legal age to try stuff, and usually drunk people were fun, stumbling around and telling strangers they loved them.
But Draco obviously was not going to confess his undying love for me any time soon. He looked dangerous, on the edge of something, like when a child's lower lip shakes because they are about to cry.
"Let's go back," He said, and pulled me by my arm as if I wasn't capable of walking myself. I just followed quietly.
Was the night over? Had I made it trough alive?
The closer we got to the castle the lighter my heart got, and when we were safely into the grounds I allowed myself to smile. But as I started moving on my own towards the gigantic wooden entrance doors, Draco instantly pulled me in an other direction, following a path that went around the castle. "Where are we going?" I asked, but he just tugged me along.
We were steadily moving towards the forbidden forest.