The next day, I woke up and I opened my coffin to reveal that it was doing that whole weird three way precipitation thing again. I reached over to grope for the bottle of blood on my vanity. As I was drinking I absent mindedly looked over my coffin. It was made of ebony, my idea, and it had dyed hot pink crushed velvet decorating the insides. Near the edges, black lace was attached, giving it more of a hint of my personal style. I got up, put down the now empty bottle, and started to change out of my pajamas. It consisted mainly of my giant My Chemical Romance shirt, and some underwear. I swapped that out for some 'vampire class' clothes straight out of a stereotypical vampire porno. I only did this, of course, because no one could see them under my school robes, and a girl needed to feel pretty. I put on a black leather mini dress, a pentagram necklace and regular black fishnets and, of course, my trusty black combat boots.
My friend Willow, woke up, and grinned at me, showing off her pearly white teeth. She flipped her long raven black hair over her shoulders, showing off the flirty pink streaks. She blinked tiredly at me, and her forest green eyes were bright and lively. She followed the same sort of weird clothing ritual I did, and put on a Marilyn Manson teeshirt, complete with a black mini skirt, fishnets, and some kickass heels. We applied our makeup together, the usual white foundation, and black eyeliner and lipstick, when she suddenly started to eyeball me.
She elbowed me gently, "Oh my fucking god. I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday." There was a poignant excitement in her soprano voice.
"Yeah, so?" I asked. I could feel my cheeks tingle, and knew that if I could, I would be blushing.
"Do you like Draco?" she persisted as we left the Slytherin commons to get to the great hall.
I screwed up my face as I quietly rebutted her. "No I fucking don't, okay?" It was pretty obvious I was lying, though, even to myself.
"Yeah, right," she snorted derisively. Then she walked away, and left me, and as I was about to chase after her, Draco walked up.
"Hi," he greeted me.
"Hi," I replied, a flirty undertone to my voice.
"Guess what?" He had an excited look about him, and it was sort of infectious. I found myself getting excited, despite not knowing what he was referring to.
"What?"
"Good Charlotte is having a concert in Hogsmeade," he said. A smile lit up his face as he was telling me, and I clapped my hands together in joy.
"Oh my fucking god!" I love Good Charlotte! They make my top five bands list, along with My Chemical Romance.
"Well," he started, "do you want to go with me?" he asked nervously.
I gasped, and my hand flew to my throat.