Chapter 3.

AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY PREPZ OK! I already said I wasn't going to. odderwize fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reveiws! Goffik people like this? FANGS AGEN RAVEN! I don't understand that sentence. oh yeah, BTW I don't own dis or da lyrics 4 Good Chralotte. Good Chralotte? Huh?

There was a bunch of spam here, but now FanFiction has removed it, taking meaning out of the last two chapters, which I commented on her spam.

On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Okay... Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. I guess that's attractive to "goffik" people... Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky. Okay, not even goffik people would like that. I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. Why would you feel depressed when you're about to go with your boyfriend Draco to a magical concert? I read a depressing book The original Grave of the Fireflies auto-biography? (Everyone see Grave of the Fireflies. It'll have you in tears, but you'll love it.) while I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC. GC? Why do I not understand any of these band names? I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. Holy crap, that's unattractive. Then I put on some black lipstick. I'm gonna just say the thing you should never say to a woman; bleh. I didn't put on foundation because I was pale anyway. I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert. Well, at least you don't sparkle.

I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying car. FLYING CARS FTW 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!). What.

"Hi Draco!" I said in a depressed voice. Not the best way to start a date.

"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. You don't smoke most drugs, you snort them...which is a bad idea, by the way. 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. Act your age, Ebony!

"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). Of course you don't.

"Joel is so fucking hot." I said to Draco, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice. Not the best thing to say to your boyfriend.

Suddenly Draco looked sad. I think I know why...

"What's wrong?" I asked as we moshed to the music. Oh, you don't know? Then I caught on. Finally.

"Hey, it's ok I don't like him better than YOU!" I said. Sure, that's what every girl says...

"Really?" asked Draco sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective. "STAY BACK, JOEL!"

"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. Ouch.

The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. After the concert, we drank some beer BINGE DRINKING! BRAIN DAMAGE! and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with them. We got GC concert tees. Draco and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz, but Draco didn't go back into Hogwarts, instead he drove the car into… the Forbidden Forest! Dun, dun, dun!