Different Kind of Hell

Disclaimer: I don't anything from Harry Potter an I am most definitely not J.K Rowling(:

A/N: Okay guys well let me tell you first of all that Starting Over's 3rd chapter is being written for like the tenth time. I have it on my old laptop but that crashed:( and on my moms main computer but she won't give me the password to get it:( soo I'm just going to rewrite it oh and Schuyler's middle name is Lilia not Lila sorry I wanted to change it and I was in a rush. Anyway this is my secong I do realize I use Schuyler's name in this also, but the ideas for these stories came to me at the same time and I love that name, I'm not going to use the name all the time after these stories...well maybe...who knows. Enjoy!(:

Chapter 1

"Come on Draco, I would like to actually get a compartment today and not next week."Draco sends a smirk in my direction and continues talking to a blonde fourth year. I look at her and plaster a smile onto my face."Excuse me young lady, but my friend here is late for something important. I'm sorry for the inconvience." I grab my mate's collar and roughly drag him backwards, until he gets out of my grip.

"Blaise what's your problem, didn't you see me talking that rather pretty girl just now?" I roll my eyes while shoving him gently into the compartment.

"Yes, I did, but see now we have to share a compartment with god-knows who because you wasted our time to get one for just us." I look across from us and notice a certain someone's bag. Oh Great!

Draco scoffs and opens his Quidditch Through the Ages book. I open my book as well and start skimming, waiting for the drama to unfold. As if on cue Schuyler Cross opens the door and drops her water bottle.

"What are you two doing in here?" She hisses.

"What are we doing here, what are you dooing here blood-traitor?"

"This is my compartment ferret, so get out!" I chuckle at her little remark from last year when Mad-Eye had turned him into a white ferret.

"No we were here before you got back, so can take your stuff and leave." Draco stands up about to grab her bag.

"Mate stop, this is the only compartment that isn't full, so we have have to stay here. Now suck it up and sit back down." He shoots her a glare and sits back down.

Schuyler sits down on her side of the compartment and pulls out a black sticker/doodle covered journal and a pen. She whispers something and it opens. She looks up at me through her long, black eyelashes, when I notice her staring, she looks down with a blush creeping up her neck.

"Now Schuyler, you know you stare at me all you want, but you need to be more secretive when you do it." She snorts at my remark.

"Please Blaise if I wanted to be noticed than I would try hard enough to get it. You haven't changed since..."A pained expression spreads across her and Draco's face.

"When I have ever changed Sky?" It kinda starts to feel like old times until I see a tear fall down her face. She mumbles something and grabs her bag.

"Excuse me."She basically runs out of the compartment and towards the bathroom.

That converstaion with Blaise had hit too close to home for me and I didn't llike that...at all. Now I realize I shouldn't have ran out the way I did, but I'm not going to show them what this is doing to me. After I lock the door, I sit on the floor and cry. I open the photo album of us when we were younger. Four best friends laughing, smiling, and hugging, and just having a fun time together. God I wish I could take everythig back that happpened two years ago. How could I ha-

"Schuyler open the door please." It sounded more like a plead than a command.

"Blaise go away remember you hate me." I push the album to the floor.

"Please Schuyler let's just talk all, nothing else. I promise." I hear him mutter something and opens the door.

"Damn I completely forgot that you can use magic on the train, but want do you want? To see me like this, crying over missing my old friends?" I throw the book at him and hits him square in the chest with a Thump!

"Ouch. Still throw like a guy Sky. Anyway why are you upset? I mean i'm only asking because the way you made it seem like you were."

"Blaise are you seriously asking me 'what's wrong'? Third year is what's wrong! Ever since everything happened I've been suffering for it, THAT'S WHAT'S WRONG BLAISE! Every single day I've been taunted, pushed, called names, and you and Malfoy sit back and watch. If we were still friends, you guys wouldn't put up with it! You, Malfoy, and Parkinson would have defended me and Midnight!" He looks at me stunned, then anger surfaces in his eyes.

"You didn't have to go and befriend all the muggleborns and half-bloods in the whole school! You didn't need to snog Dean Thomas and you didn't need to act like you didn't do anything wrong! Those were your actions that caused this, not anyone else! Wh-"

"Your wrong it was partly Draco's fault that I did it! Didn't you ever wonder why he was so pissed before Quidditch practice? Ever wonder what our fight was about?"

"Yeah I did wonder, but he never told me why and I never knew that you guys even had a fight." Oh shit!

"Forget it Blaise it isn't important anymore. I think I'm gonna go back to the compartment." I'm about to pick up my stuff when Blaise gently grabs my arm and makes me look at him.

"If that fight is what started all this I need to know, so I can try to help Drake see that you and him made a mistake and we can fix this." I look at him and I can see that he is hopeful to get our gang back together.

"No. Forget it, I'm leaving." I grab my stuff and walk out, with Blaise following behind me.

When I get in the compartment Malfoy looks at me than at Blaise and back at me again. I lay back on the seat and close my eyes, frustrated as ever. What in Merlin's name did I do to deserve this? Oh yeahh...stupid fucking ferret! How could Blaise not know what happened? Thought him and Malfoy were close.

'Well not close enough to tell him.'

'Shut up and who the hell are you?'

'Your subconsious...idiot.'

'Hey! Anyway go away! Ass.'

'I should brain kick you...if only I had legs! Anyway it is kinda your fault your friendship ended.'

'It is not!'

'Is too! You knew that your actions would have consequences!

"Ugh! My head freaking hurts!" I bang my head on the wall gently.

"That isn't going to help your headache Cross." I open my eyes to see Blaise sleeping(Well it looks like it.) and Draco smirking...at me. Gulp! This isn't a good, his eyes have an evil glint in them.

"Don't care." I fold my arms across my chest.

"You seem like you don't care about alot these days." He leans back, still smirking.

"Pretty much."

"Well you cared about everything before you snogged that Gyrffindork. Or have you forgotten?"

I tense after hearing his statement."No I haven't ." I whisper fidgetting with my hands.

"What, I didn't hear you? I always knew you would be a disgrace to your family name, just didn't know when it would happen." I gasp.

"You don't know what your talking about Malfoy."I can feel my nails digging into my palms.

"I think I do though. Your actions fucking caused you to be the real person we knew you were going to be. Your own parents don't even know what to do with you. Your no better than a fucking mudblood!"

Smack!

Draco moves his hand toward his face and touches were I slapped him. A bright read handprint starts to appear on his right cheek. He gets up and moves toward me at lightning speed.

"You little BITCH! How dare you fucking TOUCH me!" His eyes look murderous.

"Draco I'-I'm s-so-sorry, I-I didn't m-mean t-to hit yo-you." I see Blaise get up and grab his arm, to pull him back.

"Mate go and chill for a bit. Walk around or go hang out with Pansy. You just need to cool off, when your feeling better, come back." Malfoy glares at me and slams the door.

I look at one of my best friends and burts into uncontrollable tears.