Harry, Ron, and Hermione were on the couch laughing at Fred and George as they demonstrated how their products worked. Ron had passed out from too much Firewhiskey.

Half an hour later, Ron came to and saw everyone else eating cake, sweets, and more Firewhiskey.

"Gimme shome!" he hiccuped, and dived for the plate. Fred threw an arm out to stop him. "Hold up there... I don't know if you should have any more Firewhiskey. Or any sugar. I don't know how you're going to react to that yet...We don't want you to kill yourself now, do we?"

Ron sat down and thought a minute. Then he turned to an empty crate on the floor and picked it up. "Do we want me to kill myself?" He got no answer. "It's ok. Take your time."

Harry, Ginny, and Hermione started laughing, and Fred and George just stared at Ron with big grins.

Ron continued looking at the crate. Finally he looked up. "Strange man, this is. Maybe he can't hear me..." He held the crate up to his face and started yelling. "CAN--YOU--HEAR--ME? HELLO?" He shook the crate violently when he still got no reply.

Ginny and Hermione fell on the floor, and Harry was doubled over, none of them could stop laughing. George reached over and snatched the crate from Ron, starting to laugh with the others. "It's ok Ron. Maybe it's asleep..."

Ron sat there confused, he couldn't figure out why everyone was laughing. When they all calmed down, Harry leaned back, clutching his side. "Go ahead and have some cake Ron...you deserve it!"

Just ten minutes later, Ron had gone into a sugar coma, Hermione was sleeping on top of Ron, hiccupping occaisonally. Fred and George were watching in amusement, sharing a box of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans as Harry and Ginny were snogging violently on the floor.

George took a handful of beans and looked at Fred. "Too bad Harry's too drunk to be abble to remember any of this." Fred laughed. "Yes, it's a pity isn't it? At least they're having fun."He nodded in the direction of the kissing match. Suddenly, Harry's shirt flew onto George's head.

"Yeah." George mumbled from under the shirt. When he took it off, he looked at the two squirming on the floor and grimaced. "Oy...Maybe a little TOO much fun..."

Early the next morning, Ginny awoke with a splitting head-ache. Holy shit...what happened? She slowly opened her eyes and saw Harry lying next to her. She screamed when she noticed that both she and Harry were half naked.

"Oh my GOD!" Fred and George walked in, grinning from ear to ear. "What's wrong, Gin?" George asked her, leaning in front of her face.

"Why are me and Harry like this!"

"Well...the Fireewhiskey got to you guys, and you went a bit crazy..." Fred told her. Now George appeared in front of Ginny. "Yeah, you two are just fine one moment, and the next..."

"...Quite a show, I must say." George laughed.

Ginny screamed again. "You mean...?" George shook his head. "No! Nothing like that!"

Harry sat up, swaying slightly. "Wuzzgoinon?" He looked at Ginny. "Wow, Ginny. You look nice." The twins laughed and Ginny blushed furiously.

"So do you..." Ginny said rolling her eyes.

Harry frowned as he looked around at all the empty bottles and candy wrappers. "I wish I could remember what happened last night. It looks like it was fun." Fred and George smiled. "It was great...I think you two had a blast though!" Ginny blushed again as Harry smirked.

Right then Ron decided to get up, flinging Hermione onto the floor. "Hello peoples..." He looked around at everyone. "What's going on?" He stared at Harry and Ginny with wide eyes. "Oh no! Don't tell me you got strippers for Harry's birthday and I MISSED it!"