A/N: ok so I'm re writing this cause im not satisfied with what I wrote at first…I'm trying to make it sooo much better so I really hope you all enjoy this one better than my first attempt…I may even re write the tales of Rosalie Weasley but you know I think I'll leave that up to all of you. So if you haven't read it go do so and tell me if you'd like me to do it over cause I will. Reviews would be lovely, but please keep it nice and constructive

Disclaimer: only own made up characters and plot that's it nothing else…meh

Why Can't We Be Friends?

Chapter 1

Disgust

Virgil paced around his large bedroom contemplating his feelings. Should he be nervous? Or scared? Or should he just not care at all? So many questions ran through his head, none that he could really answer.

Tomorrow would be his first day as a 5th year and he didn't exactly feel happy about it, sure he was closer to graduating, but he had already lost everything he cared about. Hogwarts was no longer his favorite place to be, no, in fact, it was his least favorite place in the world. How could love turn to hate so fast?

He fell backwards on to his bed feeling the silk material on his skin, noting how cool and refreshing it felt. This normally gave him comfort, but tonight it just reminded him of her skin, and how soft it felt.

So that brought him back to his thoughts, why did he hate Hogwarts? Well that was easily answered, it was because it was the place that he lost the only thing in the world that he had actually loved. It had turned him into the cold hearted person he was today.

The only people that talked to him were his fellow Slytherins, and let's face it, no real Slytherin could ever be a true friend. It just isn't in their nature. They would all turn their backs on him some day, but he could honestly say he didn't give a damn.

He let out a miserable moan as he buried his face into his hands feeling tears beginning to burn his eyes. He began blinking furiously trying to hold it all back, not wanting to give in to the weakness. Was it really possible to hate your life so much? One of his hands found its way to the chain that still hung limply around his neck and he began to twirl it between his fingers. It always brought him comfort, but tonight it only brought pain as he pictured the day she had given this to him.

Seeing Rosalie tomorrow would most likely cause mixed emotions for him. It would be nice to see her, but it would also hurt like salt to a wound. He would look into her beautiful eyes, and he would see the hurt and confusion mixed into the beautiful colors of blue and green. He would see her anger flare up upon seeing him, which would only cause him to feel regret.

Rosalie had changed completely since their last encounter. Her cheerful friendly self and been broken by him. He had broken her heart in the worst possible way, just ripped it out like the fucking Slytherin he was. He hated himself for what he had said, but he couldn't take it back, no matter how deeply he wanted to.

He was still in love with her, how could he not? She was beautiful in every meaning of the word. Fifteen and she still looked just as innocent as when he had first met her. Her hair had grown out past her shoulders and bounced with her every step. It was still that same beautiful color of gold with red tint, and still hung in those beautiful curls he admired so much. Her skin had become a bit darker but was still smooth and soft, her freckles had gradually disappeared but little bits of them still remained. She was a bit taller but not much but her figure made up for that in every way, it should be a crime to look that good and only be fifteen.

He continued to twist the charm between his fingers wishing it would just give him some bit of comfort, but of course it didn't. He could feel the tears coming back and he finally decided to just give in to it letting the tears fall as he clenched his charm silently wishing that Rosalie would forgive him for the words that should have never came from his mouth.

His body shook as he let his emotions take over, he hadn't cried like this since the day everything happened, the day that ruined his life, and he felt the exact same emotion that he had felt on that day. Disgust…

*Can we pretend that airplanes in the midnight sky are shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now…*

A/N: ok so there it was, hope you enjoyed please review? If you do it will make me happy:D bleh anyway I bet your wondering what Virgil did to ruin everything huh? We'll keep reading and you'll find out!