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"Chapter 2," Harry read, "AN: Fangz 2 bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da chapta! BTW preps stop flaming ma story ok!"

Chika sighed, "By the way, preps is just a term which she calls anyone she dislikes. It's probably the worst insult she could come up with."

"Then there's a load of Xs with a 666 in the middle,"Harry announced, "The next day I woke up in my bedroom."

"Rather than in someone else's?" Malfoy sniggered.

"It was snowing and raining again."

"She should really just say sleet…" Hermione sighed.

"I opened the door of my coffin and drank some blood from a bottle I had. My coffin was black ebony and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends."

"Riiiiight…" said Ron, "because everyone sleeps in coffins at Hogwarts. I mean, it's not like we've got perfectly serviceable four-poster beds or anything.

"Besides," added Chika, "don't coffins normally have lids - not doors?"

"I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, and put my hair in a kind of messy bun."

Malfoy groaned, "Do we have to hear about every tiny thing she's wearing all the time?"

"Hey, don't blame me! I didn't write it! But, yes, she will continue to go on about her clothes, make-up and other accessories constantly." Chika was beginning to look a little bored. Just a little, mind.

"My friend, Willow (AN: Raven dis is u!)," Harry broke off, "that's her editor, right?"

"Yup."

"woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her long waist-length raven black hair with pink streaks and opened her forest-green eyes. She put on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots. We put on our makeup (black lipstick white foundation and black eyeliner.)"

"They should start a juggling act and join a circus in make-up like that…" Chika hissed in a stage-whisper."

"OMFG, I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday!" she said excitedly."

Malfoy smirked, "I'm even talked about in some little girl's useless story."

"I don't really think that's something to be proud of…" muttered Hermione."

"Yeah? So?" I said, blushing."

"Yeah, it's not like it's a big deal," Ron chuckled."

"Do you like Draco?" she asked as we went out of the Slytherin"

"They're Slytherins. That explains so much."

"Shut it, Weaslebee."

"common room and into the Great Hall. "No I so fucking don't!" I shouted."

"Yes!" cheered Ron, "don't have anything to do with him!"

""Yeah right!" she exclaimed. Just then, Draco walked up to me."

"Ooh, Draco," giggled Chika, "I didn't know anyone called you that."

"They don't," he growled."

"Hi." he said."

"I would never talk to her, that disgusting little…"

"Yeah, yeah, we get the point," Chika wrinkled her nose in distaste, "go on, Harry."

""Hi." I replied flirtily."

"So much for not liking him," grumbled Ron."

"Guess what." he said. "What?" I asked."

"Riveting conversation here," Hermione rolled her eyes. "

"Well, Good Charlotte are having a concert in Hogsmeade." he told me."

"Muggle band," Chika choked out, between bursts of manic giggles.

""Oh. My. Fucking. God!" I screamed. I love GC. They are my favorite band, besides MCR."Well…. do you want to go with me?" he asked."

"No!" yelped Malfoy, "please, no! She's destroying me!" Now everyone was laughing - everyone except the blonde boy, of course.

"I gasped."

"And then?" Ron asked.

"That's it. 'I gasped.' That's the end of the chapter."

"Ooh, cliff-hanger!" Chika grinned, "Right, Ron, your turn to read."