A.N: Oh my god guys, I'm so overwhelmed by all the love for this story, it's incredible. Thank you to everyone who is following, favouriting, reviewing and simply, reading! If I've made you laugh, cry, smile or angrily throw your phone at a wall, then I've done my job. Love every single one of you. And this chapter is dedicated to an amazing author, pottermum, who wrote a one-shot quite similar to this. She is lovely, and writes bloody brilliant stories.

P.S: Anyone reading this from England? Specifically, the West Midlands?

P.P.S: Seeing as Charlie never got an actual actor to play him, so imagine (see now I'm really, really, extremely tempted to say Ed Sheeran) Simon Woods, from Pride & Prejudice.

Harry Potter, the boy who famous for cheating death, defeating the Dark Lord and saving the world countless times, was a bloody lightweight.

Five pints of Butterbeer, and one single Daisyroot Draught, and he was hammered. Singing at the top of his lungs, and rather out of tune, he swayed side to side on his stool. Oliver Wood, a wizard of twenty-seven, and ruggedly handsome, with short, dark hair and a heavily-stubbled beard, was tasked with keeping the Groom from landing on his face. After Harry's third slip, Oliver sighed, and took a large gulp from his Dragon Barrel Brandy.

"So, I hope this Ginny isn't anything like her brother, Percy" Oliver told Harry, having to raise his voice over the roar of the all-male customers in the The Three Broomsticks. "He was in my year, and a right tosser." Harry shook his head ferociously, his glasses nearly sliding off his head.

"No, no, no" he hiccupped. "Not like Percy."

Oliver waited, expecting to hear more from his former team-mate, however got nothing.

"I've seen her in the Daily Prophet - she's quite a looker!" Oliver tried again, shouting over the voices.

"You talking about Ginny?" Seamus asked, stumbling over. Placing an arm around Harry, and drunkenly placed a sloppy kiss on his friend's cheek. "Yeah, Harry's bagged himself a real head-turner there."

"Who, Ginny? Yeah, she's a stunner" Dean added, popping up behind Oliver, making him jump. "Wish I'd locked that down sooner to be honest."

"Oi, that's my wife . . . to be!" Harry yelled, half-falling, half-leaping off his wooden stool. He stormed up to Dean, and immediatley regretted it. Dean was a good thirty centimeters taller than he was, as Harry was merely eye level with his shoulders.

Dean laughed, and patted Harry's shoulder. "Sorry, mate." Then he left with Seamus to fill up their now empty pint glasses. Harry was about to follow him, and demand to know what he meant, but he felt a hand pull him back.

"No, you don't" Bill sighed, setting Harry on a stool beside him, and Charlie. Both of them could hold their liquer, so weren't completely drunk, unlike George and Ron, who both had downed enough to knock out a raging elephant.

"We're not letting you stand up on that altar and marry our sister, with a black eye her ex-boyfriend gave you" Charlie told Harry, with a grave tone to his husky voice. Then, he chuckled, taking a swig from his pint glass. "Because both know a bloke like that would pummel you."

Bill laughed too, and Harry frowned, looking between the two. He seemed appalled that they didn't think he could take Dean in a fight - however true it was.

"I could beat - hiccup! - Dean in a - hiccup! - fight!" he said, furiously. He was adamant that they believed him, but they couldn't take him seriously. Not whilst he was hiccupping. They were laughing into their beers, struggling to hide their amusement. Harry scowled, and got off the chair, falling into a rather anxious Colin Creevey, who squealed and jumped backwards. This only caused more laughter from Bill and Charlie.

Ron and George appeared behind Harry, and snaked their arms around his shoulders, their free hands clutching brandy bottles. They tried to get Harry to join in their awful rendition of the Hogwarts school song.

"Ron, you think that I could - hiccup! - I could - hiccup! - I could - hiccup! - " Harry tried.

"Do you think Harry could take Dean in a fight?" Bill sighed.

This was met with hysterical laughter from Ron and George, spilling their alcohol onto Harry's shoes. Clapping him on the back, Ron wiped the tears from his eyes.

"That's too funny" he laughed. "Harry and Dean . . . . hahahaha!"

Shaking free of their grip, Harry stood in front of them all, angry at their reactions.

"I could take - hiccup! - Dean!" he told them, stomping his foot on the ground. "I could - hiccup! - beat him! Any time, anywhere!"

He felt himself back up into a wall - or at least he thought it was a wall. Turning around, slowly, he came face to face with Dean, who had a bemused expression on his face.

"Really?"

Even the dishevelled barman at the other end of the pub could hear Harry gulp. The room had gone silent, and somehow news had broke out that Harry Potter, Auror, could take on Dean Thomas, Chaser for Tutshill Tornados, in a fist fight. And someone (*cough cough* Seamus) had gone around collecting bets from people. The odds were even, swaying in both Harry's favour - despite the lack of support from the Weasley's - and in Dean's.

"Dean, my bestest buddy, old - hiccup! - pal!" Harry cried, smoothening his friend's jumper out, hoping that he could perhaps worm himself out of a possible fight. "You know that I - hiccup! - value our friendship, right? And that I - hiccup! - wouldn't want - hiccup! - to ruin that!"

Dean furrowed his eyebrows, the countless pints making him unsure of what exactly was happening. Harry noticed, and got Dean to come closer, so he could whisper something to him that no one else would be able to here.

"Listen, I don't - hiccup! - want to fight you, not - hiccup! - on my stag do" he muttered, the incessant hiccuping causing Dean to whince, and rub his ear. "But they all do, so - hiccup! - why don't we - hiccup! - pretend to - hiccup! - fight, and that way - hiccup! - everybody wins!"

The taller boy still wasn't all that clear of what Harry was trying to say, so pressed on.

"I mean, Ginny, is your ex-girlfriend - hiccup! - and my fiance. If you let me win - hiccup! - then she'll think I'm some - hiccup! - amazing guy and - "

"But how does that benefit me?" Dean spluttered out, unable to stand still, the alcohol making him light-headed. Harry didn't understand why it had to benefit Dean.

"It's my stag do" Harry told him, as if that was reason enough for him getting his way.

The crowd were getting restless now, Seamus leading them in a chorus of "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"

"Will you - hiccup! - hold on a second?" Harry asked, holding his hand out to the crowd, grimancing. All this shouting was giving him a headache.

"Come on!" echoed from either Charlie, or Bill.

"Get on with it!" Oliver boomed.

"Smash his face in, Dean!" cried a voice that sounded remarkably like Percy Weasley.

"If you too don't fight, no one wins the prize!" Ron shouted at them, with an oddly happy expression.

Dean and Harry glanced at each other, than over at Ron. "What prize?"

"Our sister!" George answered, which earned many cheers and whistles throughout The Three Broomsticks.

Chuckling, Harry turned to Dean, and leant forwards. "You know, I've already - hiccup! won her, right? I mean, I am - hiccup! - marrying her. I'm taking her to - hiccup! - Hawaii for our - hiccup! - honeymoon."

"Honeymoon? Hawaii? Brilliant Harry!" Seamus cried, clicking his fingers together as if he had a good plan. "Winner gets to take Ginny to Hawaii!"

It seems the only one opposed to the idea, was Harry. George and Ron had found two peanut bowls each, and were using them as 'a coconut bra', whilst Bill and Charlie continued to laugh at Harry's reaction. He started wonder if there was something else in their pints.

Everyone else had begun cheering again, and Harry decided that he was going to have to fight Dean, to prove a point; that Ginny was his.

Ron then ran up to Harry and Dean, with a very solemn look on his face, that he could almost have been taken seriously, if he wasn't now wearing the peanut bowl, on his head.

"But just because we've given you permission to take Ginny on this honeymoon, doesn't mean you get to try any funny business, alright?" he asked, his hand very awkwardly on their faces. Harry noticed that Ron had been directing this question more towards Dean, and he was offended.

"Excuse me Ron, but - hiccup! - if anyone is to see - hiccup! - Ginny naked, it will be - hiccup! - me!"

Ron narrowed his eyes, and stared at Harry, intently. Then he began to laugh, and clapped Harry on the back again, roughly, and handed him the bowl, before walking away. Harry, clutching onto this bowl with mild confusion, then turned to Dean.

"Did you - hiccup! - understand what I said?" he asked. "Only I get to - hiccup! - see her - hiccup! - naked." That statement would have sounded far more threatening, if he hadn't of been hiccuping the whole way through.

"That's a shame" Dean sighed. "Because, from what I remember, she looked incredibly sexy naked."

Dean could hardly utter another word after that, as Harry had launched himself at him, throwing blind punches. Dean tried to get him off, but Harry was determined.

Meanwhile, in a bathroom stall at the back of the pub, Neville stood, clutching a phone to his ear.

"Ginny? Yes, it's Neville. You need to get here as soon as you can - something has happened."

FIVE MINUTES LATER

Ginny burst in through the doors to The Three Broomsticks. The drunken crowd were astounded at the mere sight of a female, let alone one who had such a blazened look in her eye. They parted for her, and she found herself pulling Dean off of her fiance, who was using his peanut bowl as a shield.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" she demanded, gazing around at the array of broken tables and shattered glass.

"Dean won!" Seamus cried, hi-fiving his friend, as the crowd erupted into cheers.

"Aloha, Ginny" Dean said, winking at Ginny, who still had her hand clutched around his bicep, which she couldn't stop staring at.

"Piss of and sober up" she finally told him, when he began to flex, drunkenly. Turning to Harry, she offered a hand to him, and helped him up. He looked both embarrassed, and in awe, both at the same time.

"I didn't agree to anything - hiccup! - but Dean gets to - hiccup! take you to Hawaii and - hiccup! - I want to take you - hiccup! - to Hawaii, and he said he - hiccup! - saw you naked and - "

Ginny kissed her drunk fiance's cheek, and looped her arm through his, so she could steady him, and lead him out of the pub. There, they trekked down a path, the evening air still a little humid.

"I love you, Ginny, I always have" he muttered.

"I know, love, we're getting married tomorrow" Ginny sighed.

"Dean isn't taking you to Hawaii - hiccup! - I won't let him."

"That's sweet dear."

"He said he saw you - hiccup! - naked."

"You're completely hammered, and won't remember any of this so fuck it. Yes, Harry, in my fifth year, me and Dean hooked up in Trelawney's classroom during a free period."

"What?"

"I'm sorry."

"I had lessons in there when I was a kid."

"Harry, why are you holding a wooden bowl?"

"It was Ron's coconut bra, but he gave it to me to use against Dean."

"Uh huh."

"Are we home yet?"

"Nearly, love. I've just got to get you to stop moving around so we can disapparate."

"Snape fancied my mum - hiccup! - how weird is that?"

"Incredibly."

" . . . "

"Try and not throw up anymore until we get home, please."

" . . . "

"Or not. That's fine."

"I love you Ginny."

"Oh my God, when we get home you are drinking a whole bottle of mouthwash. Jesus, it's like something died in your mouth."

"I died - twice. Shh, don't tell Voldemort."