You are formally invited to the union and bonding of
Ginevra Molly Weasley
And her fiancé.
Harry James Potter
On Sunday 28th October.
The Burrow, Ottery St. Catchpole.

"Don't you bloody dare, George. I want tomorrow to go without a hitch! You can leave those Weasley's Wizarding whats-it's in your shop, where they belong!"

"But Mum- ."

"I said no."

George recognised his defeat and exited the room quietly. Ron was waiting on the stairs for his brother to return from his mother's room.

"Any luck?" Ron inquired. George shook his head and Ron's shoulders drooped slightly.

"It doesn't mean we can't use them tonight you know, little brother." Ron regained his original posture and looked excited. "We set off for Grimmauld Place at 6:30. We're going by floo. The women are staying here to do… well, whatever women do." Ron nodded his head and galloped off to his room.

By the time 6:30 came, Ron was practically buzzing with excitement as he remembered his own stag do. The girls had gathered in the kitchen too to wave off the boys, they would be staying at Grimmauld place for the night. Hermione walked up to Ron and hugged him while whispering warnings into his ear. Then Ron knew he had to behave. After all, you could never sneak anything past Hermione. Feeling her warm breath caress his ear, he became rather flustered as he grabbed his powder. He forgot to drop it into the fireplace as he walked into the wall at the back shouting his destination. The whole kitchen erupted in a raucous laughter as an embarrassed Ron tried again and succeeded.

All of the men had successfully arrived in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place to the loud screeching of Mrs. Black's portrait.

"Kingsley, sort 'er out." They all turned to watch as Kingsley strode menacingly towards Mrs. Black's portrait. She shrieked and ran to the side of the frame disappearing from view. Kingsley closed the curtains over the frame and rejoined the rest of the group.

"Now then gents, we are here, in this fine establishment, to celebrate Harry's last night of freedom as a single man. Let it be long and enjoyable, and hopefully, we'll still be able to get up in the morning." An appreciative laughter spread throughout the kitchen. "But before we start, can we take a moment to remember my brother Fred, and those loved ones we lost not long ago." A moment of remembrance passed and the drinks flowed freely. Chatter enveloped the house as more and more alcohol was consumed. Harry noticed George brush past the punch and drop something in it which turned it a lovely shade of coral. "I'll stay away from that tonight."

The chatter grew louder and by 10 o'clock, they were all drunk, and Harry had wandered off into the his old bedroom for some time alone. He stood pondering at the window when Ron burst in.

"Harry, Harry, there you are." He clutched on to the door frame trying not to sway as he stood upright once more. Harry was quite impressed he made it up here unharmed in the first place judging from the way he swayed.

"What's up, Ron?"

"It's an- " he swayed again. Harry went to help him sit on the bed. "No, no, no. I can s-stand up." Ron firmly gripped the doorframe and looked Harry in the eyes.

"What's the problem, Ron?"

"It's an- an emergency. We've run out of beer." He said definitively. Harry laughed.

"W-what are you bloody laughing at? T-this is s-serious, Harry. We. Have. No. Beer! It's 10- no wait, w-what time is it?"

"Ten thirty."

"It is t-ten thirty o'clock, and we are left b-beerless." Ron collapsed on the bed and looked round at Harry. He drained his tumbler of firewhisky and helped Ron up before leading him downstairs to the rest of the party.

They walked into the drawing room where the men erupted into cheers when they saw Harry had rejoined them, with Ron swaying on his arm.

Kingsley stood up. "I would like to propose a toast." He seemed more steady on his feet than most of them. "To Harry and Ginny." The rest of the group chorused the same.

"Isn't that supposed to be saved for the wedding?" Charlie piped up. For some unknown reason, he was laying on the floor.

"Ohh sod it." Kingsley declared before plonking back onto the sofa. "I won't bloody remember tomorrow."

"Not at the rate your going, old pal." Charlie shot back. The brotherly banter carried on as Arthur walked over to them.

"Haaaarrryy, my b-boy. Where on Earth d-did you wander off to? I-iit appears, t-that we a-are a tiny bit short on our alcoholic b-beverages. Sooo, we've packed George off to get some more!" Arthur Weasley stood up straighter, obviously proud he got out the sentence. He too, was quite drunk. Harry laughed again, he didn't think he'd ever seen Mr. Weasley drunk. He, like Ron, was swaying on his feet. The laugh drew Arthur's attention back to Harry. "And y-you, H-Harry, are the only one, still sober. Or not drunk." Arthur stood up straighter once again, but this time with a look of confusement on his face, as he tried to remember what he said. Suddenly, another cheer exploded, Harry, Arthur and Ron, still clinging to Harry, turned around to find another drunken Weasley, this time Bill, stood in the door holding up a can of alcohol like a trophy, as a few cases more were stacked by his feet. He walked into the room.

"Gentlemen, it appears, that in the drunken state I am, I forgot where I could get hold of some butterbeer, so I took to the muggle shop, and the lovely lady in there told me this was very good, and we can get even drunker." He placed several cases of beer on the coffee table-cum-snack bar and the wizards eyed the boxes with great curiosity. Bill carried on. "She said, we, us, ourselves…" He trailed off, forgetting what he was going to say next.

Ron visibly perked up beside him, let go of Harry's arm, and stumbled his way over to the newly purchased beer.

"Come and sit d-down Harry. It's y-your stag night. Y-you need to be d-drunk."

"As drunk as you lot?" Harry asked, smirking.

"Y-yes. So y-you need to catch up." He threw a can of beer over and it landed on Kingsley.

"Better luck next time, Ron." Ron grinned and turned back around to enjoy his beer. Harry looked into the corner, and saw Arthur staring at the can in his hands. It took a moment for it to register with Harry, that Arthur had no clue as to how to get it open. Harry walked over, and took the can from Mr. Weasley, he then demonstrated to him how to get the ring pull off before handing it back. Mr Weasley sat there looking at him, mystified.

"These muggles, fascinating.. How they get it to do that. Like magic." He looked up at Harry. And then to George who came and stood beside him. He handed Harry another open can and told him to down it. Harry looked at him in disbelief, then everyone caught on and started egging on Harry. He looked around at everyone and downed it. They cheered once more and he felt it going straight to his head. His stomach rumbled to remind him he had nothing there to soak it up. "Sod it," he thought, "It's my stag do." Harry joined into Georges conversation. One can turned into many for Harry. He had soon caught up to some of the others, now they were all well and truly drunk.

"I 'member my wedding." Ron started. "Not much of m-my stag do. I 'member banging on my stag do."

"Y-yeah Ron. They were fireworks."

"Bang. Bang." He continued. "An' I 'member Hermione-"

"Well you did marry her little bro'." Cut in George.

"Sh, sh, shhhhh. I'm t-talking. I 'member Hermione, coming down the isle. To marry me. Did you know that, Harry?"

"Whut?" Harry looked up. "Oh, oh, Ron, yeah. I c-couldn't believe it either." He smirked at the surprise on Ron's face.

"Shurrrup 'Arry." Ron threw an empty can at him, but missed spectacularly. Instead it hit his father, snoring in the corner.

"Whut, what. Where? S-stupid toilet." Mr. Weasley woke up with a start, looked around and remembered where he was. "N-no toilets?"

"No, Dad. G-go back t'sleep."

"I've got a question."

" 'Ere we go." Charlie moaned.

"Where is that ignorant lump, P-Percy? Eh? It's 'Arry's stag do, an' I bet 'e's at home with t-that miserable cow."

Charlie sat up, Bill said "Y'know that's our sister-in-law?"

"Course I do. Miserable cow. I-I wouldn't c-care if she's the bloody q-queen of Portugal. Is 'e coming tomorrow, Harry?"

"Is the queen of Portugal called Audrey?" George interrupted.

"Dunno, George, is there one? He never replied t-to the last owl. Gin told Molly, an' she's saving him and the family seats. If t-they don't turn up. T-then someone else can 'ave 'em." Harry waited for Ron to continue.

"See whut I m-mean? Eh? C-can't even return an own, t-to let his own f-family know if he's c-coming to his sister's w-wedding! An' don't even g-get me started on t-those children."

"We didn't, Ron." Bill butted in.

"Those bloody k-kid. Spoilt. S-spoilt rotten. An' that Audrey let's 'em get away with bloody murder.."

"Now then, H-Harry." George said, providing a welcome relief from Ron's rant. "T-tomorrow, you, are gonna marry my little s-sister. Whatshername. Ginny. Yes. Your marrying Ginny. Tomorrow."

"My little Ginevra" They heard Arthur sigh before falling back to sleep.

"Anyway, mate, you do-" he hiccupped. "Anything, to hurt my little sister, and I'll m-make you sorry."

"Yeah." He heard Ron chirp in. "What G-George said." And Bill nodded in agreement. Harry held up his hands.

"D-don't worry ladies. I h-have everything under control. I l-love 'er." George smiled at Harry's declaration of love for his little sister. Ron stood up once again, still swaying.

"What, did we have to eat? My s-stomach is speaking t-to me in seven different l-languages." Without waiting for a reply, Ron wobbled into the kitchen to make an omlette as they all fell asleep.

Half an hour later, they were all woken up to the sound of loud banging coming from the kitchen, Ron shrieking, and Mrs. Black screaming obscenities. The sudden noises sobered them up a bit as they made their way to the kitchen. Ron was panicking as the stove was up in flames, flames which conveniently caught onto the curtains hiding Mrs. Black's portrait. Kingsley, woken up from his slumber, and considerably more sober than the rest of them, extinguished the flames with his wand before turning to Ron. He had the decency to look a little embarrassed as he told the waiting men how he had trouble lighting the stove the muggle way, before deciding to use one of George's fireworks to get it going. They laughed as Ron went bright red. The walls were charred and so was the bottom of Mrs. Black's portrait.

"Next time you set one of George's fireworks on something, make sure it's her portrait." Harry said to Ron, pointing to Mrs. Black's portrait. She'd obviously heard as she started screaming obscenities once again. They retired back to their original sleeping positions as Kingsley returned to the kitchen to sort out Mrs. Black. After ten minutes, the house was silent, with the exception of Ron snoring.

Harry woke up the next morning with a blistering headache. The sun shone through the window as they'd forgot to draw the curtains last night. Mr. Weasley was draped over an armchair, and Ron and George had fallen asleep on the couch with Harry. Charlie was still on the floor, but had moved under the table and Bill had taken Charlie's old spot on the floor.

Straining his neck to look around further, Harry groaned as his neck cracked. Kingsley had his head on the table with a can still in his hand.

He was getting married today.