A/N: Hey guys! Hopefully I won't mess up on the 3rd Chapter. Anyway, I need more reviews. If you're a regular reader of this fic, (or wil be) just know that I can write a story really quickly cause' I finished the 2nd Chapter the day after the 1st one was done... I didn't get a lot of reviews! You need to review people!

I'd like to thank my friend Lisa for helping me figure out simple stuff that I forgot about the books...cause' she's a fanatic and knows everything about Harry Potter. (not that I'm not a fanatic).
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Its Impossible
By: Jey4eva

Chapter 3: The Answer is NO!


Draco's POV:
"Professor Snape, I respect the other Professors' opinions, but if it isn't so much trouble... Could I be moved to another group?" I blurted out. I sighed, "How was that?"

Crabbe and Goyle burst out laughing.

"It's going to take a LOT for you to convince Snape to change your group!" Goyle hooted.

Crabbe was laughing his scratchy laugh.

"Shut up you big oafs," I said, smacking their heads.

That just made them laugh harder. I rolled my eyes.

"What are you asses laughing about now?" Pansy Parkinson demanded as she entered the Slytherin common room.

My lower lip curled as she walked towards us.

Crabbe and Goyle were too busy laughing to answer her.

"Just reahearsing," I muttered.

"For what?" She asked, sitting in a chair.

"None of your bloody business," I snapped.

"Oh, please Malfoy. Everybody knows that you and Weasley are trying to switch groups," Pansy said thickly.

"Weasley?" I sneered.

"Yes Malfoy... 'Little Weasley' is the name you call her, is it not?" She asked, grinning devilously.

"Your point Pansy?" I asked.

"My my my, aren't we the uptight one today?" Pansy asked smirking. "And I'm just trying to give you a little hint, so you don't humiliate yourself in front of Snape..." she trailed off. "Then what would he think of you?" She asked, grinning.

"What are you talking about?" I asked glaring.

Pansy rolled her eyes, "Malfoy darling, you know I love you... But sometimes, you're just too slow."

I narrowed my eyes, "What's that supposed to mean?" I demanded.

"Augh!" Pansy said, throwing her hands up in the air in frustration. "Don't you see it?"

I folded my arms.

"If everyone knows that you and Weasley are trying to switch groups to avoid eachother, then the Professors will surely know. Dumbledore will probably tell Snape not to change your group," she smiled. "Poor Malfoy," she aaid in mock sympathy. "Stuck with a Weasley for the whole year." She walked away laughing with her head in the air.

Crabbe and Goyle looked at me, waiting for me to speak.

"I really hate her, you know?" I muttered.

"Oh, yeah... mhmmm. I totally agree with you Malfoy," Crabbe agreed.

Goyle nodded quickly.

I sighed, "It isn't fair."

Crabbe and Goyle nodded again.

I slouched in my chair, thinking hard. I sat up suddenly, "There's only one good thing that comes out of this..." I said slowly.

"What?" Crabbe and Goyle said at the same time.

I shrugged, "I get to make little Ginny Weasley's life a living hell for a whole year!"

"That's great Malfoy!" Goyle agreed.

"A perfect idea," Crabbe said.

"And I'll have a bloody hell of a time doing it," I muttered, already thinking of the ways to torture her.


Ginny's POV:
I was practically skipping to Transfiguration class the next day. Professor McGonagall would surely agree that it would be for the best to move me to another group. I mean, come ON! No one in their right mind could ever think of Malfoy and I working together.

I had made sure to come early to class and as I stepped into the classroom, I saw with satisfaction that no one was there except McGonagall herself.

"Good morning Professor McGonagall," I said breathlessly coming up to her desk.

Good morning, Ginny," she murmered. She was working a spell with her wand on a fat mouse that resembled Ron's old one named Scabbers. After changing the mouse into a plastic jar and back, she turned to me.

"My answer is no Ginny," she said looking me straight in the eye.

"Wha-wha?" I asked. "No what? I didn't ask you anything Professor," I said.

"Yes, you didn't...yet," she said. "My answer is no to the question you were going to ask me."

"But how could you possibly know what I was going to ask?" I asked. If she really did know what I was going to ask, then that meant that I'd be stuck with Malfoy for a whole year. My brain started showing me horrible ways that Malfoy would torture me...

"Ginny, if you must ask, then please do so, because I have a class to teach in less than 5 minutes," Professor McGonagall said, sighing.

"Well, Professor, I was wondering about the groups for the extra credit project... I don't mean any disrespect but I was wondering if I could-" I said.

"Switch groups?" McGonagall finished for me, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, yes... That was my question..." I trailed off.

"Yes, Ginny, I know. But, unfortunately my answer is still no," Professor McGonagall said. She gave me an apologizing smile, then turned away to her books.

People stated filing into the classroom giving me strange looks.

I sighed and went to my seat. It wasn't fair, I thought. How can they expect me to work civily with Draco Malfoy. DRACO MALFOY! How could they?

Malfoy passed by me glaring. I returned the glare.

If Malfoy thinks that he's going to be torturing me all year, then he thought wrong. He's not the only one going to do all the torturing...

A/N: So was that still short? Ugh! Probably. I'm trying REALLY hard to make the chapters long, but its really hard. Oh well, hope you guys liked this chapter... It was pretty boring, maybe...but now we can go on to the real plot... (hopefully). The next chapter might come in about 2 days. Please REVIEW!