The Proposal

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‘You are evil p-hic-ure evil!’ George slurred to Harry five hours later as they sat in a private room in the Rhino Bar ‘Ang'leenah woul’ mur’er me if she knew anuth’er haff nak’ed bird whuss givin’ me a lahp dahnce!’

Harry who was the most sober of the lot grinned.
‘I think she’s already guessed you may visit a girlie bar on your night out’ He said as a stripper dressed in only a lacy thong and green glitter nipple tassels gave Percy a lap dance ‘S'long as you keep your paws off she’ll be fine’

‘Not that I would but I’m not capable of putting my paws on anyone!’ George moaned then with a giggle ‘Look at Perce! Ha ha…’

A second stripper had joined her colleague and was wiggling her breasts in Percy’s face. Despite being pissed he was still trying to stay composed. Bill and Charlie were laughing hysterically as Percy unable to move because he was shackled to his chair by silk scarves around his ankles and wrists was fawned over.

‘Go Percy go Percy go Percy’ They chanted doing a dance.

Mr Weasley joined Harry at the private bar a few minutes later after George stumbled off to the toilet.

‘How r’ya doin’ Arthur?’ Harry said pouring both of them a shot of vodka each.

‘Just a bit delicate’ Arthur replied carefully and slowly sliding into the stool ‘My buck’s night was over thirty years ago I’m not sure I have the constitution to do this hard partying any more’

Harry laughed.
‘You’ll have to come on mine when Gin and I get married’ He said in an undertone ‘In fact I‘d expect you to’

Mr Weasley laughed.
‘Okay but that’s the last one’ He said quickly downing the vodka Harry had poured ‘If I go to any more after that I’ll die from alcohol poisoning’

‘Reckon the girls are living it up?’ Harry continued with a grin ‘I reckon Molly and Gin could paint the town red’

‘Oh I reckon they would be’ Arthur said with a cheeky grin ‘My Mollywobbles is quite the party girl. You can bet she and Ginny will be showing Angelina a good time’

‘Do you reckon we’ll get back home and London will be in ruins?’

‘Nah my girls don’t party that hard’ Mr Weasley said ‘After all the parties that went on after the war I think they’re just about all partied out. The wizarding community really partied hard after you Ron and Hermione did your bit. I know you didn’t go to any of the parties but believe me magic rocked that night’

‘I didn’t want to deal with the public then’ Harry said I’m not real sure I want to deal with it now. The war really fucked with my head’

‘I know mate I know’ Mr Weasley said ‘I think that’s why you’re letting your hair down now because you’re finally letting go of all the crap you had to deal with during the war’

‘Hmm maybe’ Harry said ‘I know it’s not real healthy to drink like I have..’

‘Harry you are not an alcoholic’ Mr Weasley said ‘You hardly drink at all. In fact I can’t remember the last time I saw you drink at home or even when we’ve gone out. You hardly touch the stuff’

'I got rancid on Neville's stag night and got pretty rotten at the wedding'

'Harry That's a stag night and a wedding you're supposed to live it up on occasions like that'

'Hmmph'

‘Well if you still feel down when we get home maybe you ought to go to St Mungo’s and see a Mental Health Healer’ Mr Weasley said ‘You need to chat to someone with qualifications in crisis care'

'Oh yeah that would look great the on long service leave Auror Department head cracks up Rita Skeeter would have a field day'

'Harry it wouldn't be like that' Arthur said 'You can consult healers at St Mungo's cofidentially I really think seeing someone would help you there's only so much we your family and friends can do

‘Yeah I know’ Harry said ‘But in myself I feel I am getting better. Ginny helps me there. She’s my life. Arthur I know I told you and Molly that yesterday but Ginny is the most exquisite creature in the world. I love her more than life itself. I can’t imagine existing without her’

Mr Weasley patted Harry on the shoulder.
‘I know you do mate’ He said ‘I know you do. Just look after my little girl or I’ll kill you’

Harry choked on his vodka and stared at Mr Weasley.

Mr Weasley laughed and patted Harry on the shoulder again.
‘Only kidding ya mate’ He said with a laugh ‘You should’ve seen the look on your face! It was priceless!’

‘Oh get fucked’ Harry said rolling his eyes ‘That wasn’t funny!’

‘Yeah it was’

‘HARRY YOUR TURN!’ Percy bellowed from across the room finally abandoning all pretences and dropping his conservative exterior.

‘Perce I’m pissed!’ Harry said wincing slightly as Percy’s tone pierced his eardrums.

‘Duh mate we all are!’ Seamus said dryly brandishing a glass of vodka ‘Go on or Percy and I will drag you into a seat’

Harry put down is glass but before he could get up Seamus and Percy rushed over to him picked his up and ran with him.

‘AH FUUUCK GUYS WHADDYA DOING?’ Harry bellowed ‘GERROF ME! PUT-ME-DOWN!’

Percy and Seamus dropped Harry into the armchair Percy had just vacated and held him down while the stripper tied him up.

‘This is George’s stag night not mine!’ Harry complained only halfheartedly resisting ‘Finnigan I will get you back for this. I swear I will. And Perce you aren’t off the hook either!’

‘Ooooooooh scaaaaary’ Percy said ‘Gee you really oughta loosen up Potter you’re waaaaay too uptight’

‘Get fucked Percy you great big fuckwit!’ Harry said in his drunken stupor ‘Stick your head up your arse!’

Percy just laughed.