A/N: I finally finished writing about Ron's first day. Hope you like it!
Ron: Day 1
Ron stared at the front of Honeydukes, through the window that displayed succulent sweets and tasty confections. It was early Monday morning, and the shop was still closed. Ron rapped at the door hard.
"Just a moment… just a moment!" cried a voice.
The door opened and a plump woman with a bright smile peered out at Ron. Ron recognized her as the lady who was usually behind the counter.
"Ahhh… you must be Ronald Weasley! Well, come in, come in!" the woman said brightly, opening the door wide.
Ron stepped in and looked around. Honeydukes looked a lot bigger without the usual crowd of people inside.
"My name is Portia Duke. My husband, Albert, and I own the shop. There he is!" Portia said, pointing to a fat, balding man in the corner shifting boxes. Albert waved in response.
Ron was feeling happier by the second. The people he was going to work for seemed to be extremely nice.
"Let me show you where you will be working most of the time." Portia said warmly, leading Ron to a door behind the counter.
Ron followed Portia into the cellar, and through another door.
"This, is the Honeydukes candy factory!" Portia said beaming.
Ron's jaw dropped. He could practically hear the Hallelujah chorus being sung in his ear. There were vats of warm chocolate in the center of the room, giving off a divine aroma. Ovens were baking what Ron realized must be the famous Honeydukes fudge. Sweets were everywhere, mountains of them, in boxes and mixing cauldrons. Ron was in heaven!
There were several people there as well, managing the operations and making sweets.
"We don't open shop until 9, but you can help Albert with the candy displays!" Portia said.
Peeling his eyes away from the paradise in front of him (which took some effort), Ron nodded and went upstairs to help.
It was now 10 o'clock and Honeydukes was buzzing with activity. Portia was at the counter ringing up purchases and Ron was now helping Albert move boxes of candy from the factory and into the cellar.
Suddenly, a crash came from the store above. People were yelling and there were several thumps.
"What the…" Albert said, putting down his box and running up the stairs, Ron following behind.
Someone had knocked over a huge barrel full of Bertie Bott's Every-Flavor Beans and they were rolling everywhere. Several people had tripped and Portia was trying to help them up. The man who had knocked over the barrel kept apologizing profusely and tried to scoop handfuls of Every-Flavor Beans back into their container.
Albert sighed. "You go back down and finish moving those boxes. I'll clean up this mess." He told Ron, then grabbed a broom.
"Are you sure? I can help…" Ron offered.
"I can handle it." Albert said.
Ron shrugged and went back down the stairs, his hands in his pockets. Suddenly, he felt himself pitching forward; he had missed the last step! Instinctively, he threw out his arms to break his fall. He landed hard on a pile of boxes, his right hand going through one of them.
"Oof!" he cried, then an "Ow!" He quickly pulled his right hand out of the box and stared at it. What looked like several thin blue needles were sticking out of his palm. Ron immediately pulled them out, then, oddly enough, he giggled. He suddenly felt extremely giddy and excited. He got up, staggering a bit then suddenly realized that he was floating! On normal circumstances, he would have started panicking, but somehow he was feeling light-headed, and happy.
"Ronald!" cried a panicked voice from down below. Ron looked down, a silly smile on his face and waved at Albert. His head bumped the ceiling and he giggled again.
"Oh dear." Albert muttered, looking around. He then spotted the box with a hole through the top.
"Don't worry, Ronald! You're just experiencing the effects of billywig stings! We'll get an antidote from St. Mungo's and you can get down in a jiffy!" and with those words, Albert bustled off to a fireplace.
Ron merely continued giggling. At the back of his head though, he vaguely processed what Albert had said. Billywig stings? Of yeah, they use the stings to make Fizzing Whizbees, he remembered, having read about it once in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.
"Bad news, Ronald." Albert said, coming back a few moments later, his face a little sooty from the fireplace. "The antidote has to made fresh so there won't be one available until tomorrow morning."
Just then, Portia came hurrying downstairs and gasped when she spotted Ron.
"Oh my!" she cried, clapping a hand to her mouth. "What happened?" She turned to her husband, looking worried.
"Nothing to worry about, dearest. Ronald merely pricked himself with the billywig stings." Albert said calmly.
"But shouldn't the effects be wearing off by now?" Portia asked, gazing up at Ron.
Albert gestured at the punched-through box. "I believe he got more than one sting. He's going to be floating there for a while."
Husband and wife looked back up at Ron, who was now tracing pictures of bunny rabbits into the dusty ceiling, looking like he was having the time of his life.
Around midday, the giddiness started wearing off. However, he was still floating and occasionally hit the ceiling, which he found to be very annoying after a while. He started getting worried. How long was he going to stay airborne?
At lunch time, Portia had levitated a tray of sandwiches and a flask of pumpkin juice up to him. Ron, always hungry, had gobbled it all up.
It was now about 3 in the afternoon and Ron was feeling extremely uncomfortable. He needed to use a toilet really badly. While he was wondering how to accomplish this, Albert appeared carrying a tray of cookies.
"I thought you could use a snack." Albert said, levitating the tray for Ron.
"Er… Albert?" Ron said nervously.
"Yes, Ronald?" Albert asked kindly, looking up at him pointedly.
"I… er… ah…" Ron said, his face turning red.
"Is there something you need?" Albert asked.
"Er… yes. I… I need to… er… use the toilet." Ron finished in a whisper.
"What was that?" Albert called out.
"I need to use the toilet." Ron said, a little bit louder.
"I can't hear you!" Albert said.
Ron was starting to get exasperated. "I said I need to use the toilet!" he said loudly.
Unfortunately, Ron chose to say this at the exact same time the factory workers were coming up for their break. They all gave Ron an odd look. Some were looking bemused and others were trying hard not to laugh.
Ron turned red all the way up to his ears.
"Oh! Why didn't you say so?" Albert said. He scratched his head. "Well, I don't know… can you… er… aim properly in your… condition?" he coughed.
Ron had never felt so embarrassed in his life. Well, maybe not. His most embarrassing moment had to be the time he accidentally put a slug-belching hex on himself in front of Malfoy, but that wasn't the point. He should've just taken some of his brothers' Skiving Snackboxes and stayed at Hogwarts with Harry.
"I have it!" Albert said, interrupting Ron's thoughts. He walked away and returned with a bucket. Ron stared at it, realizing what Albert wanted him to do. He gulped and went even redder.
"Just use a Vanishing Spell after you're done!" Albert said cheerfully as he levitated the bucket.
Ron quickly grabbed it and waited until Albert was out of the room. This really wasn't his day.
A/N: Thanks to ImaginaryFriendless, CountessMel, and of course, my friends blue3ski and JCluvxiezhi for your wonderful reviews! I love you guys!
A/N 2: Do you guys want a hint of Harry/Ginny romance? If you do, please tell me so I can add it into the story line.