Thanks to reviewers:-

DraculUnknown – thanks, and I will have fun at the chilis. Keep on reviewing

Legolas19, Robin the bird, Trafalger, blackunicorn, Dragon's Boyfriend, Clare, Abbie – thanks

driven to insanity - lol I have a theory that you are mentally insane but thanks anyway

iced-forest – thanku, I assumed you were kidding

Dwindsor – thanks, I know that chapter was madly short and yea your storys brill

Andromeda Summer – thank yu so much and my fave smashing pumpkins song are ava adore and bullets with butterfly wings

Andrea – thank you and I have no idea how you lived without this story

mojo-jojo241, Yana5 – Harry's a sweetie

Reese Craven – lol thanks and it's ok – im pretty forgiven. Harry's randomness is based on a cross between me and my boyfriend 'cause he's soo highly random – looking forward to the sequel

Kazillion – thank you so much, you're incredibly lovely – I like to include pop culture in my stories to see if anybody notices and comments on it. I will keep updating and the chapters will get longer one day, and please keep reviewing (thanks for the one more suicide review as well)

Chaos – thanks, and thanks

Kelsey – thanks, always glad to introduce a person to the Lost Prophets – thanks but my mates a bit worried, he's got testicular cancer and they might have to operate – he thinks he will be mocked

HonEySky – lol, oh sorry I got confused. Thanks anyway

Kt – sorry, that was probably a typo – thanks – I live for the cute

Tarja – yea, the school is still Hogwarts just like the characters all still have the same names

Neverraven – thank you so much and yup, spending the day with your crush will do that to you

madagascan shrub – well, who can turn down dirt? Sorry – random is just something I constantly say – I will try and control myself

silverblueeyes – thank you very much and if its any cnsoltation for my last pointless days at school before the summer I hav to teach 50 kids between the ages of 7-13 to sing, dance and play instruments for fame – I'm excited by this

SpazMcG7 – thanks, you are becoming one of my fave reviewers – lol, yea I decided not to have pregnant hermione 'cause it would take the focus away from harry/draco and that's what we all want (I will update one more suicide eventually)

Ura – yup, draco's getting horny but harry wants to wait – as for the undressing in the next room – I've got a mate who insists on basically shagging his boyfriend in the same room...

Sen-Tay – aww thank you, I've never known anyone to use the word dude as much in one sentence as you did in your review, but thanks :D

MustIBeAMalfoy – tanku, I live to inspire.

TheForbiddenChild22 – thank you very very much – TOP 5!!!!

Coty Wiley – yup, I probably can get better but thanks a lot anyway and thank you for thinking about my mates

Irresistiblefasho – quit threatening to cause me pain, I'm a baby when it comes to pain

Yuki Kurai – thanks, yup, false alarm, mostly 'cause I couldn't be assed to write pregnancy and it would steal focus

I know I said I wouldn't be able to update today but I couldn't go see my mate in hospital today so I will. However, tomorrow still stands as a no update.

This chapter is told from Draco's POV so...well it may not be as you would write Draco's thoughts but, hey, I'm me and this is how I do it.

Here we go....

16. Love versus Sex

Love is a complicated thing. I find sex much simpler. You meet someone, sharre a few details, have a few laughs, couple of kisses here and there, back to someone's room, clothes off, get in, make her scream while you are pleasantly satisfied, get out and be done. You rally like the person you call her back. If not, you chalk it up as another one night stand.

Or is that just me? Is there something very, very wrong with me?

Seems so.

If I'm going to be honest, the reason I find love complicated is that I don't understand it. I don't know what it feels like. I'm pretty sure I've never been in love. I mean, all the girls I've been with it's just been 'cause they were cute, or a laugh or good in bed.

Perhaps that's a little shallow.

But what is love?

It seems to be just a word we throw around casually. I love that band, I love that film, I love that top yada, yada, yada...

Is that all love is? Liking something or someone a lot?

But then...there must be a diffrence between love for parents and siblings and love for a lover. And for love for friends.

See, love is complicated. It makes no sense. For me to understand and embrace things they have to make sense. That is just the way my mind works. So blame my parents, I have to have proof and fact and evidence for everything and everything has to make sense. That's why I don't like some films – they make no sense, and this frustrates me.

But I digress.

I just find that sex is so much simpler. It's pure animalistic instinct and there's nothing to understand – it's imprinted into all of us at birth. Again, blame the parents. I understand sex. It's hardly challenging.

I've never been in love, nor have I ever had feelings that could be love related. Perhaps I'm sheltered, who knows.

But with Harry. With Harry, everything feels different. And here, for possibly the first time, I'm not talking about sex.

Mostly 'cause we haven't crossed that bridge yet. Harry wants to take it slow, which is comendable and sweet but, come on...I wanna get laid!

I'm constantly thinking about him, everything I see or hear or taste or smell or whatever I can relate to Harry. Like, the other day, Uncle Sev was listening to some Elvis song and I thought Elvis sung that song blue suede shoes...Harry doesn't have suede shoes but he does have blue shoes.

See?

Kind of tragic really.

When I know I'm going to see happy I get excited, like butterflies in my stomach and a kind of sick really, but the good 'I-don't-know-what's-going- to-happen-next' sick like when you're on a theme park ride and you're strapped in and you can't get off but you're not entirely sure you wanna be on the ride.

I think I'm becoming even more tragic each moment.

And then, when I actually see Harry and spend time with him it's like those butterflies have manically bred over and over again and now they and their hundreds of baby butterflies are having a huge rave in my stomach.

Oh dear.

And the whole entire time it's like...like when I was a kid and me and my friends used to spin around really really really fast until we couldn't stand up any more and the world was tilting and Anthony was always sick. And even though I know the spinning probably isn't an entirely good idea I also know I can't stop and that I can't let myself fall.

Okay, I really think I've lost it and have become sickeningly tragic and pathetic.

So, is that what love is? Being excited and unbelievably happy but terrified and slightly nauseous the entire time? If it is then people in love are, well, a little sadistic and sick-minded.

And if it is then that means I'm in love with Harry. And that scares me more than anything else. Malfoy's don't do love.

We do devious.

Cunning.

Sly.

Quick witted.

Utter coolness in all situations.

Cleverness.

Charming.

Unbelivably gorgeous.

But we don't do love. And though I suppose my parents must love each other (terrifying thought) Malfoy's certainly do not show their deepest emotions. They keep them bottled up deep down in a small hole somewhere around the ankles...I'm sure.

I'm screwed.

Hmm, I think that was an interesting chapter. Anyhoo, review please. I think from now on I'll write answers to reviews that ask questions or have something to be answered. Ohters will just be listed with an implied "Thanks, keep on reading and reviewing."

Let's all try and get my number of reviews up to 200 (only need 14 more)