Author: Thanks to everyone who's been reviewing and helping out. I'm trying as hard as I can to update/write this fic because I'm grounded. Stupid muggle parents, think they're so great. turns mum into a chicken It's suites her. Anyway, here's chapter 3

Chapter 3 – It's Impossible

It was about five o'clock when Angelina strode out of her Transfiguration classroom. She had attempted to turn her inkbottle into a member of her favorite band, 'The Looking Glass'. Sadly, she only got the right leg of the lead singer. Still, a leg is better than nothing. She walked somewhat quickly to get to her dorm. She wanted to get out of her school robes and get into her comfy jeans and sweater Mrs. Weasley had made her for her birthday last year. On her way into her dorm, she was stopped when she heard someone crying. She opened the door to the younger girls' dorm to see Ginny Weasley crying on her bed. She slowly entered the room and sat beside Ginny.

"Gin, was wrong?" she asked. It was a bit of a joke to call Ginny 'Gin'. It started when The Weasleys were having a Christmas party and all had a little to drink. Ginny, being so young, wasn't allowed anything to drink. George and Bill had taken some ordinary tap water and made it look like gin and tonic. When they gave the water to their sister, she actually thought it was gin and tonic and was 'drunk'. It must've been the funniest thing she had ever done.

"N-nothing. G-Go away." She said, buckets of tears pouring from her eyes. Angelina just patted her on the back and ran upstairs. She got changed rather quickly and made her way to the Great Hall for dinner.

When she entered the Great Hall, most people were already there. It was only 5:45 when she got there. Dinner started in about fifteen minutes. She went over to the Gryffindor table. She there was Ron and Seamus talking excitedly to one another.

"…And we then could get robes with our names on them. Yes! Brilliant! It's settled then. Oh, hello Angelina." Seamus said noticing that she had sat down across from them.

"Salutations you two." She began curiously. "What's with the chatter?" Ron and Seamus both looked like You-Know-Who was standing right behind her. They didn't think she was actually listening to their conversation.

"We want to try out for the Quidditch team." Ron said quietly. "We hear you guys are getting rid of your Beaters. Serves them right," he said raising his voice. "Sorry, Fred might be your boyfriend but he IS a moron… not to mention…"

"Boyfriend?" Angelina said blushing. "Fred and I aren't going out…"

"We're just friends." The two boys said in unison, finishing off Angelina's thought.

"You two would be like, the Dream Team!" Seamus said laughing.

"No, they'd be more of a Nightmare Team if you ask me. I've seen these two fight before. Ten minutes passes and then 'I'm sorry, it was my fault.' I don't want to be hearing that all summer. Ang is better than that. She can do better than my brother." Ron muttered.

"So Ang, since you're already on the Quidditch team, do you mind putting in a good word to Wood for us?" Seamus said, slightly changing the subject.

"We're not getting rid of Fred and George. Whoever told you that is a filthy little liar."

If Wood threw them off the team, I'd be long gone.

"Okay, so this is Mercury?" Fred said pointing at his planets chart. Fred couldn't see the difference between Mercury and Mars. They were both red, both hot and both completely moronic.

Who names a planet Mars? Stupid muggles with their crafty lingo.

"Yeah," she said. "Mercury is closest to the sun. Mars is right after Earth." She said pointing everything out. It seemed clearer to Fred when Angelina explained things. She had a gift for helping people.

"Okay, now," he said pushing aside Mercury and Mars. "Uranus…" he said trying not to smile.

"It's okay Fred, laugh it up." She said staring at him.

He's like a two year old. Like a really tall, adorable, perverted, funny two year old.

Fred laughed a bit about the name of the eighth planet. When he was done he asked her, "Angie, I think I can figure out the rest on my own. Want to go sit by the fire?" Angelina smiled. She rolled up Fred's planet chart and skipped over to the couch facing the fire. She sat down and Fred nearly sat on top of her.

"Sorry…" he mumbled. He went and sat on the opposite side. The Common Room was deadly quiet at eleven o'clock that night. She shuffled over to Fred's side of the couch.

"Fred, I need to tell you something. It's been bugging me for a while…" she said as he came closer to her.

"I know what you mean," he said. "I've been feeling it too."

"Really?" she asked her eyes full of joyful tears.

"Yeah," he said. "That Potions test…" Angelina froze.

No! NO! NO! NO! NO! Wrong, no. Fred, hello. I love you! You moron.

She slightly laughed.

"No, not the Potions test…" she said her eyes looking into his crystal blue ones. He looked at her and smiled.

"So is it George? I know he's been bugging you lately…" he asked. He was actually being serious.

"N-no. Not George…" she said trying to let him figure it all out. They sat there in silence for the longest time. She heard the clock ticking, she felt her heart beating, she could hear him breathing.

"Alright Angelina. Tell me." He said looking her in the eyes.

"It's," she said. "II…"

"You what Angie?" he asked. He was completely confused.

SHE WHAT?

"I'm really tired. I'm gonna head off to bed." She said, her eyes filling up with more tears.

Why can't you tell him? Why? This is going to have to be said sooner or later! Just tell him now.

"Angie," he said wrapping his arms around her. "Something's wrong. I know I'm not Katie or Alicia, but I want to know what's going on. You haven't been acting yourself all year. I wanted to say something before, but I thought it would sound rude." A single tear rolled down her cheek. It fell slowly and silently on to her lap.

"Angel, please don't cry." He said trying to make her stop crying. "If it makes you feel any better, hopefully, Katie and I sorted it all out. We're good again." Angelina's entire upper body felt like a bus had crushed it. Her arms felt heavy.

"Y-you and Katie?" she asked. "You and Katie?"

"Me and Katie. Bell. You're best friend? Remember how we got in that fight and I needed to hold you back from her bathroom wanting needs?" he asked. "She forgave me for not letting you go." Angelina sighed with relief. "But I know that's not what's bothering you. Angie, tell me."

I love you. I want to be with you.

"Fred, I…" she stopped.

This is pointless.

"I need to get to bed. I'll tell you tomorrow." Fred's face made a sort of smirk.

"Are you going to feel better then?" he asked moving a piece of hair out of her eyes.

"No, probably not." She said as she walked up the spiral staircase and up to her room. There, she jumped on to her four-poster, grabbed her tear stained pillow and began to cry quietly.

I can't tell him. It's impossible.