Disclosure: Harry Potter, belong to me, it does not.

A/n: First of all, I am surprised that this story was so popular. It was random, weird, but funny. Because you people all demanded it, here is your next chapter. It does not start out as funny, but it gets there in the end, you'll see what I mean.

The Wedding

Harry nervously adjusted his ascot. His black robe was opened, reveling the tuxedo underneath. (A/n: I couldn't resist putting him in a tuxedo, he would look so good in one.) It was the big day; he and Ginny were finally getting married. He was about to leave the room when he caught a glance of his hair in the mirror. It was, as usual, stubbornly messy. Harry tried to get it to lay flat.

"Give it up mate, it's never going to look normal." Ron said, smiling behind him. He was wearing attire similar to Harry. "You know, I thought you and Ginny were never going to reach this day. What with all of the wedding preparations, Hermione being an emotional wreck, Mum bawling every five minutes about her little baby growing up so fast, and Fred and George trying to plan you that, what's it called, a um… Bachelor party."

"Tell me about it. The Hermione thing was your fault. How did you manage to get your wife pregnant right before my wedding? I don't want to hear about it either!" Harry snapped when Ron opened his mouth to re-explain the birds and the bees. "What ever did happened to the party Fred and George were planning, anyway?" Harry asked, slightly nervous. After being given the 'talk' by those two, Harry didn't want them part of planning the wedding.

"No clue. They dropped Angelina and Alicia off, then said they had some errands to run. Don't worry, they wouldn't do anything stupid, Mum and Ginny would kill them. Course, that hasn't stopped them before…"

"Thanks Ron." Harry said, shaking his head. Ron stepped closer to Harry and slapped him on the back.

"That's what I'm here for mate. We should probably head down so Ginny doesn't kill you for being late to your own wedding. Actually, she'd probably find a way to blame it on me, so let's definitely head down now." Together, the two men headed outside to the Burrow's garden.

Harry smiled at Ginny. She was wearing a beautiful, but simple, white dress. Although it was tradition to wear dress robes for a wedding, Mr. Weasley loved the idea of everyone wearing muggle clothes. By that point of the planning, Harry and Ginny didn't care what they wore, as long as they got married sometime that year, they would be happy.

The vows were almost completed, just a few more minutes, and they would be together forever. Suddenly, a man shouted over the heads of the spectators.

"Special delivery for Harry Potter!"

Harry turned slowly to face the man. He was no more then a boy really, and he looked very nervous. Bill stepped toward him and demanded to know why the boy had interrupted the ceremony. Harry couldn't hear what was being said from where he was, but he had a feeling that it was nothing good. Finally, Bill held up his hands in defeat, and went back to his spot.

"Sorry Harry. The kid is determined to give you a package." Bill said apologetically.

The boy left for a few minutes, then returned, pushing a huge cake in front of him. Harry and Ginny hesitantly stepped toward it.

"Who is it from?" Ginny asked suspiciously. Suddenly, the cake exploded, and out popped Fred and George Weasley. They were both wearing women's lingerie and wigs.

"Congratulations Harry!" They both shouted happily. "We finally have your party all ready for you." Everyone was to shocked to speak.

"Yes. It's going to be all sorts of fun." Hermione shook her head at her two brother-in-laws.

"Honestly you two. A Bachelor party is held before a wedding! You don't have it during or after. The whole point of one is for him to celebrate his last days as a bachelor!"

Fred and George exchanged glances, looked at Harry, then back at each other. Nodding their heads in silent agreement, they grabbed Harry, and took of running.

"Don't worry Ginny! We'll have back before tomorrow!"

"We'll even make sure he's sober!" they ran as fast as they could, leaving behind a clan of angry Weasley women, shouting out violent promises of what would happen to the twins when they got their hands on them.

A/n: Well that's it for this chapter. Don't worry; they eventually track down the Twins. The next chapter will be better, I promise. You all know the drill R&R. Oh, check out my other story; I'll be updating it soon.

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