Author's Note: This chapter was writen by Swallowed by The Earth a.k.a Heather, who is one of my best friends. This is an Alternate Ending to the story. Well the first one anyway. Okay! Here ya go!

She had continued to sit there, chewing on a slice of apple as she observed one of her best friends being beaten in brutal ways. Anger swelled in her as she watched, trying to figure out what to do. Finally, Heather stood. "It's about time." Clouds gathered and it began to rain. She walked toward Draco and she yelled a strange word only an angry alcoholic would understand and she threw her bruised apple violently at him. "Let her go, you sick fuck."

The blond was caught off guard by her random swearing. Seldom did he see her angry. His grip around Schyler's neck loosened and she fell to the ground. His hand drew his wand. "You truly are a coward. Real men use their fists." she leaped upon him, wedging her fists into the known weak spots, the armpits, the temples, you name it. She stood and Draco laid there in a dizzy state. The dark haired girl took out a knife and started to slit different spots on his body. She slit the skins between his thumbs and index fingers, then across his Achilles' tendons. Slowly, he started bleeding to death. "You're not going yet." She placed her hands over his wounds and healed them and repeated the slitting process.

After a few cycles of slitting and healing, she held out her hand, "Time for me to take you to another realm. Cocytus." Heather muttered as they sunk beneath the earth. "What the hell?" Draco managed to mutter. "Exactly."

Draco stood in a cold, dark metal rusted room. The girl was no longer there but he could hear her cackling off in the distance. Suddenly, he heard what sounded like whipping but much softer. There were fans in the walls running and he could see people being chopped up into pieces by the fan blades. There were whispers and murmurs among him, Draco turned around in panic as he looked around for where the voices were coming from. As he turned around, a voice spoke to him, "Don't even bother, Malfoy. You're fucked. There is no escape." He turned to where the voice was coming from and Heather was sitting before him on an icy structure.

"You act as if you're surprised. You really didn't think I'd lay back behind my apples and watch you beat one of my best friends, did you? I may be passive and lazy, but I will not tolerate such behavoir." Heather spoke to him like this as if she were mocking him. "What is all this, you crazy bitch!?" Draco cried in enraged humiliation. She simply grinned and began to laugh in pure insanity, then finally she managed to utter out, "You're in your own personal hell, sweet cheeks!" the slytherin tried to run after her but he slipped, not realizing he had been standing on ice.

Heather leaned forward and her dark hair hung in her face, a few strands over her eyes, making her look sinister as she gawked at him, "I will make you suffer so terribly, I promise it will make you claw your eyes out." she stood and picked up a cat-o-ninetails, "Let's begin, shall we?"

What seemed like days later, Draco was chained to a wall with his flesh mostly peeled off by the cat-o-ninetails and the icy walls he had stuck to. His nails were missing, for Heather had pryed them off each finger with a flathead screwdriver and would drive wooden stakes through the skin under his nails. There were also a few muscles torn out along with his kneecaps. Draco was, for the most part, immobile. His mouth had been sewn shut so he wasn't granted the pleasure to scream when he was harmed. Heather came back to him with a dull knife, "It's time I got rid of those knuckles and tendons in your hands." she approached him, Draco with fear in his eyes. Heather just gazed at him, "You're cute when you're scared." That phrase was meant to be a mockery of what Draco used to say to Schyler when he held her in captivity and fear.

She had gone too far with taking out the knuckles. Taking out all the individual little bones in his hands turned into a shock fest as she took out a tazer and shocked him repeatedly. Draco finally managed to utter out a scream but it only ripped the seams on his lips, causing his mouth to bleed all over himself. But at least he could finally scream.

"I like to hear you scream." it was another mockery of what he used to tell Schyler. "Fuck you." Draco muttered in a weak voice. Heather just laughed, "I can't believe you still have the balls- Oh wait, that's right! I CUT THEM OFF." He hung his head in shame, forgetting he was no longer a man but now just a disfigured, androgynous person.

It was the first time Heather unchained him and allowed him some freedom. "If you try anything, you'll end up like those people over there." she pointed to a couple of people who were slit open from the chin down the abdomen, who had their intestines nailed to a pole and were forced to walk around it like it was a maypole. Draco trying to walk was just a sad sight. He fell over onto his back, Heather placed one foot on his ribs and forced all her weight on them. Draco exhaled sharply as they snapped and popped. He took one last look at the people pacing around the pole, they were...dancing? They were singing too. The twisted scenery was like something from either a bad acid trip or a terrible B grade horror movie. As the people sang and threw flowers, crows began to peck at them and tear their eyes out and the people began to laugh as the birds sunk into this red feast.

The orgy of death was so disturbing to him, that he dug his broken fingers into his eye sockets, forever pushing his eyeballs out and losing all sight.

"I told you I'd cause you to claw your eyes out. This is what you get for ruining the name of the sanctity that is love. You will never se the true meaning ever. It is time to end this, for I have better things to do. Ptolomea!" Heather cried.

Draco screamed as veins of ice formed across his body, embedding him forever in the ground. The ice swelled around him, forming a beautiful crystal coffin. Finally, the screaming stopped. Heather stared down at his frozen prison. "My work here is done." She took her back pack, pulled out an apple and took a bite out of it.

Moments later, the core landed on the frozen ground, and she was gone.