AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY PREPZ OK! Nope, this is too fun. ;D odderwize fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reveiws! FANGS AGEN RAVEN! I'm really not enjoying you repeating "fangs" up here. It's slightly angering. oh yeah, BTW I don't own dis or da lyrics 4 Good Chralotte. Thank Merlin.

On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. How many pairs of fishnets do you have? Jeez! Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. Um, lace? I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky. How do you make waist-long hair look spiky? I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. Really? I don't even- This is so offensive to people! I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC. 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. Okay, I get it! You're pale and enjoy black eyeliner and lipstick! Enough! I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert.

I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying car. Because Malfoy now knows how to enchant a car with the same enchantments that took Mr. Weasley years to somewhat perfect. He was wearing a Simple Plan t-shirt (they would play at the show too), baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!). Really? Because now he sounds SUPER gay. Someone needs to adjust their gay-dar.

"Hi Draco!" I said in a depressed voice. Yes, because going to your favorite band's concert with a guy you say you like is such a depressing thing.

"Hi Ebony." he said back. We walked into his flying black Mercedes-Benz (the license plate said 666) and flew to the place with the concert. On the way we listened excitedly to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson. We both smoked cigarettes and drugs. Oh! That explains everything! 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). Once more, thank Merlin!

"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. He should, if he's out with you.

"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 Okay, WHAT? Draco is NOT sensitive! and he put his arm around me all protective.

"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 said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face. Her face is blonde? How is this possible?

The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. After the concert, we drank some beer and asked Benji and Joel Who? for their autographs and photos with them. We got GC concert tees. Draco and I crawled Crawled? I don't even- back into the Mercedes-Benz, but Draco didn't go back into Hogwarts, instead he drove the car into... Drum roll please! the Forbidden Forest!