Chapter 3! YAYNESS!

Later that evening, after Voldemort had given me his phone number and left, I decided to go up to the Great Hall for some dinner. I had the most gothic dinner ever! I ate some blood pudding, with fried bat on the side, and a tall glass of house elf blood. It was kind of lumpy so I stopped drinking it after a while.

I looked at my Edward Scissorhands watch, and gasped dramatically at how late it was getting. I got up and took my goblet full of lumpy blood in my gothicly manicured hand, and turned around began walking out of the Hall.

Just then I saw the hottest guy in the world on my right side, and began to stare at him...ahhh he was so hawt!

SMACK!

I had just gotten lumpy blood spilled all over me because some idiot kid had run right into me.

"YOU IDIOT!" I screamed. Usually, I like being covered in blood but when it was all lumpy and house elfy, it was fairly unpleasant...which is usually good as well but it wasn't this time okay?

"Sorry..." ; Said a shy sounding voice. I looked up and saw a sight that made me almost hang myself! Standing there was the gothickest guy I had ever seen. He had dark eyeliner, and dark hair, and dark clothes, and dark nailpolish, and dark lipstick. He was so dark and gloomy looking!

"Sorry I spilled blood all over you..." He looked down at the totally un-gothic floor.

"Uhh...it's okay...because I'm a vampire!" I lied. It wasn't okay, and I wasn't a vampire. But he was so hottt...

"Really!" ; He gasped.

"Yup. I'm Alexzandra by the way." I roared.

"I'm Draco Malfoy...but some people just call me Vampire."

Vampire. Wow...what a goth name...WAIT! WHAT? DRACO MALFOY! I KNOW HIM! I KNOW HIM!

"Uh...hi...? " Was all I could say. He had always been so hot but now because he was gothic, he was HAWT!

"But I'm not really a vampire...so I guess you won't want to have anything to do with me..." He sounded so depressed. I loved him already.

"NO!" I said, "Uh...I mean, no. I do want to hang out with you...wanna go slit your wrists with me?" I offered.

His eyes got really big and wide and he said, "SURE!" It was so pathetic how he was in such desperate need of friends. Lucky guy.

So we went back to the catacombs, and I got out my special wrist slitting razor. I let Draco use that, and I used my vampire teeth, which I had implanted when I was 2. We sat there for a bit, and i turned on my MCR CD. We sang along with it in our best goth voices. It was awesome.

Then we talked about how much we hated Harry Potter and the Gryffindors. After that I told him about my encounter with Voldemort. He didn't believe me at first and was like, "NUH UH!" And I was all "YUH HUH!"

"Nuh uh!"

"Yuh huh!"

"Nuh uh!"

"Yuh huh!"

"Nuh uh!"

"Yuh huh!"

After a while, he still didn't believe me. Pretty soon, we began to get woozy but continued to let ourselves gush blood.

"Nuh..."

"Yuh..."

"Nuuhhh..."

"Yuhhhh..."

"Uhhh..."

"Hhhhhhh... "

And then we both passed out and when I woke up, the first thing I remember seeing, was him laying in a pool of blood beside me. I began to reach over to wake him up, but I stopped just as a diamond studded cowboy boot stomped down on my hand.

"Thou hast been participating in the ancient art of wrist slitting without me?"