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A/N: WhOOt! It's been almost forever since I updated, but, here you go! The next chapter might be out today or tomorrow, or in a few days! Please review and tell me what you think!!!!! It's pretty twisted. At the end of the chapter, as usual, will be the thanks to my reviewers of last chapter!
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Chapter 6: Comatose
Ginny arrived to work a little later than usual to find herself in an unknown situation. Things seemed to have been thrown all over the office, and Glory was clutching a box of items, tears streaming down her face. Mattie seemed to be amused by something.
"What's going on?" Ginny whispered to her as she made her way over to where all of the employee's were speculating.
"Glory's been fired. It seems someone bought the newspaper from her, but nobody knows who it is yet. Anyway, Glory threw a fit and set off a bunch of Cornish Pixies and they trashed the place!" Mattie finished.
"So...nobody knows who–"
"May I have your attention please?" a short, fat man with a very stern looking expression plastered on his face spoke. The employee's all tore their eyes away from Glory worriedly, and turned to face the man. "My name is Mr. Feldegard. I am here to inform you that the newspaper has been sold to a new owner, who has asked me to keep their identity silent for now. Though, the owner has sent in a list of a few people working here that will need to be fired, and one of you shall be promoted to the Editor, taking Glory's old job. Any questions? Good. Get back to work!" he ordered, pretending he didn't see the numerous hands flying up in the air.
They all went through the rest of the day, spirits down, and filled with great fear of what was to happen. Not too many people had been let off yet, at least not in their department. They had heard about how the new boss had brought Fred Sesslebee of Mechanics to tears before he was fired. They weren't very much looking forward to their moment of interviewing with the new boss. Luckily for Ginny, Mattie had been called before she had to speak with the boss, allowing her to have some insight on what the boss was like. She waited for Mattie's return, tapping her foot against the carpet impatiently and biting into her lower cheek. Fortunately, Mattie hadn't been in the office as long as the other workers had. Her face looked sullen and Ginny feared the worst.
"I've been fired," Mattie said through clenched teeth as she violently began packing the things from her desk into a box. Ginny's mouth fell open.
"What? How could you have been fired? That's absurd! You're one of the best journalists in this place!" Ginny muttered angrily.
"Well, apparently I'm not. You're about to see Hell. Prepare to be fired, Gin, because the new owner is..." but Mattie was cut off before she could finish speaking, for 'Virginia Weasley' was just read off of the list to go and speak with the new boss.
"Please, go on in!" Mr. Feldegard said, an insane smile that completely spoke of dislike plastered on his face. She knew that he thought she'd be fired, bringing her spirits down farther than they had been before being called. She entered the room and immediately began searching her purse as if she had something of incredible importance in it.
"Meeting me again so soon, Weasel?" Draco spat, though an amused look played across his face. Ginny looked at him in utter horror and turned her back.
"Okay I'll go and pack my bags now," she said in a disappointed voice, already knowing that her fate lay in his hands. She put her hand against the knob of the door.
"Now, now...Who ever said I was going to fire you?" Malfoy asked her coldly, crossing his arms in front of the wide, muscular chest that they both knew she had gotten her fair share of.
"You mean to tell me that you aren't going to make my life a hell and fire me so you can prove that the Weasley's will, in fact, always be dirt poor?" Ginny asked him, raising her eyebrows and taking a seat in front of him cautiously.
"I'm hurt, Weasel, that you'd ever think I'd do something like that!" he said with mock innocence. "In fact, I was planning on promoting you to editor, but if being fired is what you really want, I guess I coul–"
"No! NO! I'd love the job! When do I start? Thank you soo much!" Ginny shrieked happily as she jumped up and gave him a hug. He smirked down at her, causing her to pull away immediately and turn red in the face.
"Calm down, Weasel, there's no sense in showing your true feelings here in the work place, but if you want to get into some kinky–"
"That's not it at all! So, should I move my stuff into Glory's old office?" Ginny asked, trying her best to switch the subject.
"No. Glory's office is going to be used by the Secondary Editor because that office was just so...tiny. You, my dear, will be sharing this spacious office with me...Your desk is over there," he pointed casually.
"You are trying to torture me, aren't you?" she asked disdainfully as she made her way back out of the office.
"Torture you, Weasley? Why would I ever do something as exhausting as that?" he called after her, a usual smirk placed on his lips.
"Oh bite me, Malfoy," Ginny retorted as she turned to throw him one last resent-filled glare.
"That can be arranged," he muttered as he watched her go.
"So let me get this straight... my boyfriend fired me, a long time employee and columnist at the Daily Prophet, and promoted you, his long time nemesis' little sister? How absurd is that?" Mattie yelled as she entered Ginny's livingroom that night, startling Ginny.
"Gosh, give me a heart attack, Mattie!" she replied angrily as she clutched a hand to her chest.
"Well it's not every day you hear a story about your boyfriend firing you and promoting your best friend!" Mattie cried, pacing back and forth in front of Ginny.
"Calm down, hun! I'm sure he had good reason for what he did and why he did it. Don't get your knickers in a twist!" she teased, though the comment actually seemed to calm Mattie down.
"You're right! I'm sure you are! You're a life-savor, Gin!" she said as she hugged her best friend, "So, what are we having for dinner?" she asked expectantly as she made her way towards the kitchen.
"Uh, we aren't eating anything. Harry and I have a date tonight, did you forget?" Ginny said as she finished stitching up the skirt that laid on her lap.
'Oh that's right! I forgot!" Mattie remembered, then, with a grin, added, "Hey, I have an excellent idea! Why don't we make it a double date?!"
"Don't you even THINK about it, or I will have you killed by flesh-eating slugs!" Ginny threatened, throwing the skirt at her friend as she laughed.
"Oh? But it'd be SO much fun!"
It had been three hours since Mattie had left, and Harry was two hours late to pick Ginny up for their date. Unfortunately, Ginny had no way of getting a hold of him, so she decided to vent her anger by taking a shower and hopping into bed early.
"Well, you're asleep early. Didn't you have a date with Potter?" Draco greeted her in an angry tone. Ginny rolled her eyes at him.
"And I had hoped that us figuring out the secret about our dreams would make us stop having them . . . fat chance that was," she muttered. "I could say the same about you, Malfoy," she replied.
"Well Mattie stopped by because she wanted to know why I fired her, so I answered, and helped her with another...problem she seemed to be having," he smirked.
"You're a disgusting pig, you know that?" she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"That still doesn't explain to me why you're asleep so early," he added curiously.
"Harry never showed up for our date so I put myself to sleep," she answered truthfully, not feeling the least bit embarrassed about what Draco might think.
"Aw, Potter stood the little Weasel up? How Tra--" but he never got to finish that statement, for at that moment a bloody hand grabbed onto Ginny's shoulder.
"Gin, I'm at St. Mungo's. They got me..they got me...they got.." but he fell before he could finish the last word.
"HARRY!" Ginny screamed, waking up as she recalled what she had seen. Grabbing a cloak and throwing it onto herself, she apparated to St. Mungo's.
"Good afternoon, Ms., how may I help you?" The lady at the front desk greeted her cheerfully.
"Harry Potter! I'm here to see Harry Potter!" she managed to choke out through her gasps. The woman looked at Ginny, shocked, for a moment, and then quickly began to shuffle through papers before giving Ginny the room and floor number that she needed. Rushing up there, she barged straight through the doors, not bothering to get permission first.
"Oh my god!" she cried, tears streaming down her face as she stared at the bloody mess on the bed that was supposed to be Harry. "Oh my god, what happened?" she asked nobody in particular as she sought out a hand through the mess and held onto it, sitting on her knees on the floor.
"Unfortunately, Ms. Weasley, we aren't sure of that ourselves," the Doctor informed her as he arrived in the room. She looked up at him through her disheveled hair.
"Wha-What's wrong with him?" she choked out through her own sobs.
"He's in a coma, and nothing that we try to use -Muggle and Magic alike- seems to work. He could stay like this from a time duration of hours...to years," he informed her, earning another heart-wrenching sob out of her. "It'd be best if you left now...we're going to see if we can clean him up. We'll owl you as soon as we know anything," and with that she was shuffled out of the room.
A/N: So? What did you guys think? Please review!!! And as I promised, here are the individual thank you's..:
fire-sprite16: Thank you! I wish I had more reviews, but threatening people into reviewing is punishable in the court of law. Darn *snaps fingers*. Thank you and here's your update, hope you like it. Oh and he did have the dreams before, but he was too ignorant to realize that Ginny was having them also....
Me: oh thank you, here's the next chapter! Enjoy ^-^
PheonixElemental: thank you soo much for two things, 1. For reviewing and 2. For pointing out to me my little mistake. I had no idea that I had accidentally switched the story from it's proper place. If it wasn't for you I'd have a lot of disgruntled flamers mad at me for posting the wrong story in their area thing.