Chapter 3- Ideas and Incidences

On Tuesday, Ginny gathered all the samples she had prepared and snatched the presentation papers she had prepared, then looked at her watch which read 9:45. The meeting was in fifteen minutes, and she had to hurry. She organized the mess of things and made her way to a good apparating point. The owners of Honeydukes were kind enough to arrange it that way so that she wouldn't have to take a lot of time by taking the train. "Deep breaths, you'll get through this," Ginny told herself before concentrating hard on the receiving end of apparating and made her way.

When Ginny arrived in front of a small home in Hogsmeade, she looked around. There was a man maybe five or six years older than her waiting nearby. "You must be Mrs. Weasley," he said extending a hand.

Ginny accepted the hand. "It's Ms. Weasley, and yes, that's me."

"My name is Shane Ackerman; I'm partial owner of Honeydukes. If you don't mind following me, we're meeting my partner at her home," Shane said.

Great, an in home presentation, they aren't taking me seriously. Ginny followed him, though, until they were at a quant little cottage just a few buildings away from Honeydukes. Shane opened the door for Ginny and she stepped inside taking a deep breath.

"Melody," Shane called, and a rather snooty girl, not too much older than Ginny, came into the entrance. Ginny noted that she was wearing very nice clothing, not that it surprised Ginny much, since she was partial owner of a very popular candy store.

"You must be Ginny," Melody said without so much as a smile. "Alright, let's get this over with."

This didn't help Ginny's nerves much, but she held a stance of confidence. She followed the two into a formal living room, nicely furnished with the most fashionable furniture and expensive art. Ginny calmly organized herself and sat across from who would probably be the more difficult one to sale to, spreading the treats on the table in front of her.

"I-" Ginny took another deep breath to collect herself. "I found myself thinking about how many sweets the average person consumes in a day. Chocolate, hard candy, licorice, taffy, lollypops, and so on, and I thought about why. Why would people eat something that in the end makes them feel so awful though the results seem so good at the time? I have come up with ways for the feel good sensation to last longer than the few minutes the treat is in their mouth."

"How is that?" Melody, who had up to this point had been playing with her fingernails, asked lazily.

"I have added different remedies and charms to each of the sweets you see before you that will make people feel better," Ginny said smiling, although Melody's attitude was scarring her.

Shane at least seemed amused. "What do each do?"

"Well, this one has a cheering charm," Ginny said handing each of the owners a happy face lollipop. They took a taste.

"These are very good, what else is in them?" Shane asked.

"Mostly the same things you would find in any other lollipop, but the flavoring is a special family ingredient."

"These are good," Melody exclaimed taking one lick after another, a smile slowly dawning on her face. "And you used a cheering charm?"

"Yes, ma 'm," Ginny said, relaxing a bit now.

"Clever, quite clever," she said chuckling a bit.

"Wow, I haven't seen her like this in quite a while," Shane mentioned looking between the two women. "I'd order a whole box if it had this effect all the time."

"Oh it does," Ginny assured.

"What about the others?" Melody asked.

"Well, in these chocolates there's an anti-acne formula, if you ate one a day even the pimpliest teenager wouldn't have any more problems after about two weeks."

"Really? How fascinating," Shane said, picking up one of the chocolates and trying it. "What about after with these, though, does it last?"

"For a while, as long as any regular cheering charm or formula, but they're all also created to give energy to burn the weight a person might gain from them. I've been having the chocolates for the last week, and it's given me enough energy to run for an hour each day."

"What about these?" Shane started reaching for a taffy.

"Oh, those are a girl candy, for now," Ginny said stopping him before eating any. "You see, girls tend to be the biggest victims of binge eating after something goes wrong, so those are created to make them look better with each piece."

"How so?" the now smiling Melody asked pleasantly.

"Each time a piece is eaten the state of the girl is analyzed and something happens to make her feel better. For example, if her toes are the worst, they become painted. If she needs makeup, it becomes perfectly applied. It uses its magic to do hair, face, nails, and will even give the illusion of jewelry. Anything that isn't applied on the skin does go away after a few hours, and the only down side is that the make up isn't removable for the same amount of time, but most girls that use it won't care. Also, as I figure it, it will give women and girls the confidence to face the problem, as silly or trivial as it may seem."

"I love it," Melody said. "We'll buy the whole lot! How soon can you have us stocked with these?"

"Hermione!" Ginny shouted as she got into the Weasley's household.

"What? What is it?" A baffled Hermione exited the kitchen.

"I did it! I sold them!"

Hermione, who had been told about this plan the day after Ginny had thought it up, grinned widely. "I knew you could do it," she said.

"The lady was a real bitch, but after I gave her a cheering charm lolly, she was all ears. The guy was nice the whole time and got the papers for me to sign right away."

"That's great, Ginny. When do you have to have all of it ready by?"

"They're giving me two weeks, which gives me plenty of time. I can even watch my soaps while I do it," she said, glad that she didn't have to sacrifice discovering if Scott from Hollyoak had actually disappeared in the firestorm.

"Yeah because that's what's really important," Hermione rolled her eyes while going back into the kitchen, where Ginny followed. "You want to go out for lunch? I was going to make myself a sandwich, but now that we have something celebrate," Hermione offered.

"Sure, and it's on me," Ginny said, more proud of herself than she ever had been before.

The next day would start Ginny's trend of work. She managed to make several batches of each treat before realizing that Harry was going to be coming to pick her up at 5:00, but by the time she realized this, it was already 4:50 and she had to finish pouring the lollipop mixture into their molds first.

When Harry came, Ginny's face was covered in powdered sugar from the day, she was wearing a worn t-shirt jeans and an apron, and her hair was haphazardly put into a ponytail on top of her head. "Sorry, Harry, I've been a little busy, can you give me twenty minutes?"

"Sure," Harry said, it was a relief to know that girls didn't always look so perfect, and he even thought Ginny looked better like that then most of the girls he had gone on dates with. "Hermione told my about your new form of self employment," he said while Ginny took off her apron. "So these are the candies, I assume."

"Yeah, feel free to try some," Ginny said, I'll be back down as soon as I can."

"Alright," Harry said, looking at the variety.

Fifteen minutes later

Ginny took one last look in the mirror. Hair done, makeup flawless, and after loosing the chocolate weight the tight green dress she wore accentuated her curves perfectly. She made her way toward the kitchen. "Okay, Harry, I'm ready to-" she stopped dead in her tracks. Harry's hair seemed to have grown an inch or two, and had a certain curl to them that she never knew they had. "Oh, no," Ginny said and started laughing hysterically.

Harry turned around, showing off a very tasteful makeover. He had smoky blue eyeshadow, a rosy pink blush and the foundation even did an excellent job of covering his scar. "What?" he asked as Ginny held her side, afraid that it might split.

"How- how many," more laughter stopped her from finishing her sentence.

"How many pieces of taff-?" was all she managed to get out before another bout of laughter.

"Just three, I wanted to try the different flavors, I thought it might be alri-"

"It's fine, but…but-" Ginny couldn't contain herself from laughing again.

Harry thought for a moment, and a look of realization came upon him. Something had to be different. "Where's a bathroom?" Harry asked frantically. Through uncontrollable giggles Ginny pointed the way and Harry made his way to it quickly. "Oh my God," he said when he saw the transformation. He turned the water on and started splashing his face with water, in vain.

"It might take a few hours," Ginny said, trying to hold back any form of amusement with this. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I forgot and-"

"Don't worry about it, Ginny, it isn't your fault, but I hope you're not angry about me not wanting to go to the restaurant anymore," Harry said, a smile finally playing on his made up face.

"That's fine, but I must say you do look awfully pretty," Ginny started laughing again, and this time Harry joined in.

"I'll agree with that," he finally got out. "So, I guess I better get going," he said, rather disappointed.

"Why? We can watch movies here, Hermione showed me how to work the…the… what's it called again?"

"VCR," Harry informed her. "Alright I'll stay if you don't mind seeing me like this."

"No problem, Harriet, we can make a girls' night of it."

A/N: Okay not overly long, but not too short I think. The next chapter will be a bit racy, the Trashy Romance novel is getting to me, but I promise it won't get too bad. Hope you liked this one, I couldn't stop laughing at the idea of Harry with make-up (hehehe sorry Harry) and I thought it would add an interesting situation.

Thank you

Lucugirl07: Thanks for the review… soon enough for you =)

Jamiebell: I'm glad I made it clear what was causing Hermione's mood. I particularly liked her using Harry's full name over pumpkin juice. This one was fun, I hope you like the break from the heavy stuff.