AN: wel ok u guyz im only writting dis cuz I got 5 god reviuws. n BTW I wont rite da nxt chapter til I git TIN god vons! STO FLAMING OR ILL REPORT U! Evony isn't a Marie Sue ok she isn't perfect SHES A SATANITS! n she has problemz shes depressed 4 godz sake!

You would have just failed the turing test.

Draco and I held our pale white hands with black nail polish as we went upstairs. I was wearing red Satanist sings on my nails in red nail polish (AN: c doez dat sound lik a Maru Sue 2 u?).

I am not amused.

I waved to Vampire. Dark misery was in his depressed eyes. I guess he was jealous of me that I was going out with Draco.

I was not created to communicate, but to take over the world.

Anyway, I went upstairs excitedly with Draco. We went into his room and locked the door. Then...

Have you kissed him, yet?

We started frenching passively and we took off each others clothes enthusiastically. He felt me up before I took of my top.

Yes we did. Are you a machine?

Then I took off my black leather bra and he took off his pants. We went on the bed and started making out naked and then he put his boy's thingy in mine and we HAD SEX. (c is dat stupid?).

Oh I remember now.

"Oh Draco, Draco!" I screamed while getting an orgasm when all of a sudden I saw a tattoo I had never seen before on Draco's arm. It was a black heart with an arrow through it. On it in bloody gothic writing were the words... Vampire!

You are made of those things but you are not a human.

I was so angry.

I'm very sorry, but I must to sleep.

"You bastard!" I shouted angrily, jumping out of the bed.

That's right. The floor is comfortable anyway.

"No! No! But you don't understand!" Draco pleaded. But I knew too much.

Why not?

"No, you fucking idiot!" I shouted. "You probably have AIDs anyway!".

Tell me some pick-up lines.

I put on my clothes all huffily and then stomped out. Draco ran out even though he was naked. He had a really big you-know-what but I was too mad to care.

Chris Motionless?

I stomped out and did so until I was in Vampire's classroom where he was having a lesson with Professor Snape and some other people.

Naa csááá, viszlát.

"VAMPIRE POTTER, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" I yelled.

Many have told you that, then. You are programmed to use people's previous respondes. You're only following protocol and not using creativity.