A/N: Hey! So here's the next chapter... smae day as the last chapter.... R&R! PLEASE!

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Its Impossible
By: Jey4eva

Chapter 4: More Bad News


Draco's POV:
"Draco!"

I turned around, "Yeah?"

It was a first year Slytherin boy. "Professor McGonagall wants you in her office."

"Why?" I asked frowning.

He shrugged, "Like I'm supposed to know," he muttered.

I glared at him then made my way to McGonagall's office.

She was waiting outside the door, "Mr. Malfoy, please come in," she said opening the door and leading me inside. I took a seat in a chair. She took a seat at her desk.

I looked around her office... It was just like her personality... BORING! I sighed and slouched in my chair and crossed my arms.

"Miss Weasley should be arriving soon," McGonagall reassured me.

"Weasley?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Yes Mr. Malfoy, I see that you two aren't exactly civil with eachother..." McGonagall said trailing off.

I shrugged, "I'm civil enough. Its her that you should be wor-"

Knock knock!

"Come in," McGonagall called.

Little Weasley stuck her head in, "Am I late Professor?" She asked breathlessly.

"Not at all. Take a seat," McGonagall said gesturing toward the chair next to me.

Little Weasley turned and noticed me for the first time. her jaw dropped.

"What are you staring at Weasley?" I asked glaring.

She glared back and took a seat next to me.

McGonagall cleared her throat.

We turned to her expectantly.

"I asked you two to come here because I have some very disturbing news..." she started.

We didn't say a word.

"Your other group members won't be able to complete the extra credit project with you," she said.

"Why?" Little Weasley asked alarmed.

McGonagall took a deep breath, "Eliza Marshters parents have decided to get a divorce."

Little Weasley and I exchanged confused looks. What was a divorce?

"A divorce is a Muggle way of parents seperating, or erm, splitting up is how you young wizards and witches put it?" McGonagall said, reading our thoughts. "Eliza is depressed, and I have excused her from the project."

"And the rest?" I asked.

"Derick Hampton and Rachael Parker have come down with wizmonia," McGonagall replied.

Damn the stupid disease, I thought.


Ginny's POV:
Damn the stupid disease, I thought.

"Bryan Fowler's step-mother has decided that she doesn't want her step-child exposed to 'magic rubbish' as she puts it," McGonagall went on.

And Mary Fowler? I thought frantically.

"Mary Fowler is transferring to Beubaxtons," McGonagall finished.

"In her seventh year?!" Malfoy burst out.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, in her seventh year. And I'd appreciate it if you'd lower your voice," McGonagall said.

"Sorry," Malfoy muttered.

"I realize that this is a lot for the both of you to handle with your schedules... But you are still required to complete your extra credit project," McGonagall said.

"Why can't we join other groups?" I asked. I was getting desperate. Malfoy would probably leave all the work to me. I couldn't handle all of this.

"We have thought about this option, but most groups have already started on their projects and we wouldn't want to interrupt their work..." McGonagall trailed off.

Great. This was just great. Not only was I going to be doing a project... But I was going to be doing a project with DRACO MALFOY! Ugh! My life wasn't going the way I wanted it to go so far...

"Well, I have a class to teach. You two have your classes to attend... Good luck," McGonagall said and ushered us out of her office.

Mlafoy and I glanced at eachother, probably thinkinbg the same thing. Malfoy scowled at me, then walked away.

I shook my head heading the other way to DADA class. Life sucks, I thought to myself angrily.

A/N: So, I think that was long... Do you? REVIEW WOULD YOU? I'm getting really discouraged... I mean, what are you supposed to do when no one's been reading your story. Its getting annoying. I am NOT writing another chapter till' I get 5 reviews. PLEASE! Its not that hard, Just scroll down and write "Continue!" in the little box and click on that little gray thingy... Y'know? UGH!