Edited by JanisChapter 19
im not ok i promise
AN: Please
stop flaming the story; if you do,
you're a fucking
prep
and
you're
jealous ok!
from
now
on
I'm
going
to
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mean
reviews!
By the way,
Ebony's a pureblood so there!
Thanks
to
Raven
for
the help!
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All day we sat
angrily
thinking about Dumbledore.
We were so
fucking pissed off.
Well, I had one thing
to look forward to- the
MCR concert.
It had been postponed, so we could all
go.
Anyway, I went to the
common room sadly to cut
classes.
Draco was being all secretive.
I asked what it was and
he got all mad at me and
started crying all hot and angsty (aren't sensitve bi guys so
hot>).
"No one fucking understands me!"
he
shouted
angrily as his black hair went in his
big blue eyes like Billie Joe in Boulevard of Broken
Dreams.
He was wearing black baggy pants, a black MCR t-shirt and a black tie.(get it
instead of tie because
I'm
gothic.)
I was wearing a black leather low
cut top with chains all over it all over it, a
black leather mini, black high heeled boots and a cross belly ring.
My hair was all up in a messy really high bun like Amy Lee in Going Under. (email me if
you
want to see the
picture.)
"Excuse
me? What about me!"
I
growled.
"But-but-but-"
he
grunted.
"You
fucking bastard!"
I
moaned.
"No! Wait! It's not what it fucking looks
like!"
he
shouted.
But it was too late.
I knew what I
heard.
I ran to the bathroom angrily, crying.
Draco banged on the door.
I
wept and wept as my bloody eyeliner streamed
down my cheeks and made cool tears down my face like Benji in the video for Girls and Boys
(raven that is so our video!).
I TOOK OUT A CIGARETE AND STARTED TO smoke pot.
Suddenly Hagrid came.
He had apparated.
"You gave me a
fucking shock!"
I
shouted
angrily, dropping my
pot.
"What the fuck
do you
think
you're doing in
the
girl's room?"
Only it wasn't just Hagrid.
Someone else was
with him too!
For a second I wanted
it to
be
Tom Rid or maybe Draco
but it was Dumbledore.
"Hey I need to ask you a question."
he
said, pulling out his
black wannabe-gothic
purse.
"What are you wearing to the concert?"
"YOU
know who MCR
are?"
I
gasped.
"No,
I just saw there was
a concert that a lot of goths
and punks were going to."
He
said.
"Anyway,
Draco has a surprise for you."
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