Okay, chapter three. Oh, and I figured out what a pentagram was. And I do know what fangz means, it just irritates me how she uses it.

(To amanda the goff; hey, and thanks for reviewing! i'm glad my comments make this fun for you to read, because i know it would be hard to otherwise.)

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AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY PREPZ OK! (I told you, when you stop making it so flammable, they will.) odderwize fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reveiws! (I …don't even.) FANGS AGEN RAVEN! oh yeah, BTW I don't own dis or da lyrics 4 Good Chralotte. (Oh, Tara. We all know you wrote this. Don't try to do deny it by saying you don't own it.)

On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching fishnet on my arms. (BLACK LEATH AND FISHNET AND CORSETS.) I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky. (how do you make mid-back length hair look all spiky?) I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. (Oh yes. This is what all normal people when they feel a little depressed. Haven't you been keeping up with the times?) I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding (Wouldn't that just make you more depressed? And wouldn't you get blood all over the book?) and I listened to some GC. (with what? An iPod? I thought Muggle devices didn't work in Hogwarts.) I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. (How would you walk under tons of BLACK eyeliner?) Then I put on some black lipstick. (Why am I not surprised that it's BLACK?) I didn't put on foundation because I was pale anyway. (Oh, so NOW you acknowledge it. What about the last two chapters?) I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert. (What poor human did you murder to get it?)

I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying car. (Wait, isn't that illegal? And why the hell would Draco have a muggle contraption?) He was wearing a Simple Plan t-shirt (they would play at the show too), (Way to just add that. Right now.) baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (BLACK. AGAIN WITH THE BLACK, DAMMIT. But also, lololol, guyliner.) (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!). (I'm not sure I really want to decipher that, but I think it says 'A lot of cool boys wear it, ok?')

"Hi Draco!" I said in a depressed voice. (I thought you said you loved Good Charlotte. Since you're going to their concert, shouldn't you be, I don't know, excited?)

"Hi Ebony." he said back. We walked into his flying black Mercedes-Benz (the license plate said 666) (Ooooh, a Mercedes-Benz. Classy. And 666?) and flew to the place with the concert. ('flew to the place with the concert.' Descriptive. Very.) On the way we listened excitedly to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson. We both smoked cigarettes and drugs. (Well, isn't that pleasant. Were you taught anything as a child?) 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 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). (Those are some interesting lyrics…)

"Joel is so fucking hot." I said to Draco, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice.

Suddenly Draco looked sad. (why so sad, yo.)

"What's wrong?" I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on. (OHMYGO-MERLIN, SHE FINALLY GETS IT!)

"Hey, it's ok I don't like him better than YOU!" I said. (…On second thought, nevermind.)

"Really?" asked Draco sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective. (Er, yeah. Sure.)

"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." (I don't think Hilary Duff's middle name is 'fucking') I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face. (I don't think she's drop-dead gorgeous, but Hilary Duff isn't that ugly.)

The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. After the concert, we drank some beer (UNDERAGE DRINKING IS FROWNED UPON.) and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with them. We got GC concert tees. (I thought Simple Plan was playing too? Did they just get, like, ignored?) Draco and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz, but Draco didn't go back into Hogwarts, (ONOZ) instead he drove the car into... the Forbidden Forest! (dundundunduunnnnnn. The suspense. It's killing me.)

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Ha,ha,ha. I had a little trouble with this chapter. Dunno why.