Chapter 3

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me at all.
Everything from this point on are Tara Gilesbie's words, not mine.

AN: Stop flaming the story preps, OK!?! Otherwise, thanks to the gothic people for the good reviews. Thanks again Raven! Oh yeah, BTW, I don't own this or the lyrics for Good Charlotte.

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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 front and back. I put on matching fishnets on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all 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 Good Charlotte. 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. I drank some human blood, and then I was ready to go to the concert.

I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying car. He was wearing a Simple Plan t-shirt, they were gonna play at the show too, baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner. (AN: A lot of cool boys wear it, OK!)

"Hi Draco," I said in a depressed voice.

"Hi Ebony," he said back. We walked into his flying black Mercedes-Benz, the license plate said '666', and flew to the concert. On the way, we listened excitedly to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson. We both smoked cigarettes and drugs. When we got there, we both hopped put 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.

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

Suddenly, Draco looked sad.

"What's wrong?" I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.

"Hey, it's OK, I don't like him better than you!" I said.

"Really?" asked Draco sensitively, as he put his arm around me, all protective.

"Really. Besides, I don't even know Joel, and he's going out with Hilary fucking Duff. I fucking hate that little bitch." I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face.

The night went really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. After the concert, we drank some beer and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and took photos with them. We got Good Charlotte concert tees too. Draco and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz, but Draco didn't go back to Hogwarts. Instead, he drove the car into... the Forbidden Forest!

Zoe's AN: DUN DUN DUN!!! Sorry, couldn't resist. Okay, I'm gonna nitpick here. Why the hell is Good Charlotte performing at Hogsmeade, they're Muggles, and that's a Wizarding Town. That really isn't that much, but whatever. R & R please! I'd like to know what you think.