Title: Baby, You Don't Look A Day Over Sexy

Pairings: Implied Ron/Hermione and Neville/Ginny, Harry molestation

Rating: T/M for some lovin'

Disclaimer: JKR owns all the boys; I only obsess

Notes: Set as an alternate ending after the Final Battle

For my lovely BFF Andrea on her birthday. You are loved!

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"Happy Birthday!"

Harry grinned as he shouted, cheering along with the rest of them, clapping until his hands hurt. It felt good to be back here, to be surrounded with everyone he loved.

"Thank you, thank you," George said, both the twins raising their hands for silence after two sweeping bows. The small group ceased their clapping and watched the two with expectant-yet-wary smiles. Fred and George smiled at each other before Fred began to speak.

"We're glad all you lot could come to the family party. Really though, we're just glad we could make it. There was a late shipping of dragon hide that came in last night so we weren't sure if we'd get here on time."

"Mostly we just knew you'd make one of your cakes, Mum," George said with a grin. "So we rushed back the minute things were alright."

"Anyways, we appreciate everything you've given us. Mum, Dad. Remus, Tonks. Thanks for the jackets. They're sweet."

The four adults smiled at the twins.

"Unfortunately we're going to have to ask you to give us a moment with the rest of the guest," George said and the smiles faltered.

"Why?" Molly asked. "You haven't brought any new gadgets with you? I'l not be having them in my house."

"We know, Mum," Fred said. "It's not about that."

"We're having another party for just us kids," George explained.

"And exactly why are we being left out for this?" Molly asked. "There won't be drugs at this party, will there?"

"Come now, Molly," Arthur said with a sigh. "The boys are grown up. Let's just leave them alone, all right?"

"Yes, Molly," Tonks agreed with a smile. "One night of fun won't kill them."

"Yes, but..."

"Perhaps you could show me that lovely set of books you were talking about now?" Remus offered.

"Fine," Molly huffed. "Fine, I'll show you."

Tonks turned and winked at the rest of the group as the four of them made their way into the living room. "And no eavesdropping all right, Molly?"

"I would never even think of it!" Molly retorted, though there was a hint of guilt in her voice.

George laughed and Fred turned to the rest of the group with a mischievous smile.

"So what's this really about?" Bill asked, his arm wrapped lightly around Fleur's shoulders.

"We really are having a party," Fred said.

"We even rented a hall for it," George added.

"As you all know, we're turning twenty."

"So we're going to have to be at least a little grown up after this."

"One last immaturity hurrah, so to speak."

"Should we even ask?" Charlie muttered.

The twins flashed identical grins.

"There's a theme."

"We had a lot of fun picking one."

"We even had a list written down."

"But we lost it."

"Pity, isn't it?"

"Get on with it!" Ron snapped.

"The theme we chose..."

"Is 'Fanservice'."

The group stared at the two.

"What?" Hermione whispered.

"You're both idiots," Charlie laughed.

"What the hell kind of theme is that?" Ron asked.

"We wanted to go our with a bang."

"Do you mean zat we are to dress up?" Fleur asked, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

"I certainly hope you do," Fred said.

"Watch it," Bill growled.

"We want everyone to dress up," George explained. Since the theme is fanservice, each guest is expected to come in something..." He turned to his twin. "What was the word we used?"

"Sensual? Seductive? Sexy? Physically stimulating?"

"Just come looking good," George explained.

"Especially you, Hermione," Fred said, pointing at her. "Since you're the only one not related to us."

"Yet," George mumbled with a wink and Ron's ears tinged a shade darker than normal.

"Either way, we've already decided our costumes so you need to think of yours," Fred told the baffled group still staring at them.

Charlie broke the silence first. "Well, I'm game."

"Yeah," Bill laughed. He looked over to Fleur. "Want to go?"

"Of course," Fleur smiled. "I would like to zee what your brozers have in store for us."

George smiled charmingly at her. "Anything for you, Fleur."

"Anything at all," Fred insisted but grinned sheepishly when Bill growled at them again, quickly changing course. "So. Any of you lot have ideas yet?"

"How about not going?" Ron grumbled.

"I don't know," Hermione said hesitantly. "It sounds... intriguing, all though still demeaning. And it is their twentieth birthday."

"Great!" Fred grinned. "You're all coming then."

"You know, you and Fleur should go as a fairytale couple," Gorge noted, idly watching the two.

"What do you mean?" Bill asked.

"You mean like a prinz and prinzess?" Fleur asked.

"Exactly," George nodded. "You pretty much play the part already. Well, Fleur does anyways."

"Funny," Bill drawled. He straightened up and shifted his jacket. "It does seem fun though."

"What about you, Charlie?" Fred asked.

Charlie grinned. "I already have an outfit picked out and I'm pretty sure it fits the theme."

"Great!" Fred grinned.

"What are you four whispering about?" George asked slyly at the youngest members of the table.

"Ginny's not going, right?" Ron asked with a frown. "She's too young."

Ginny gave both of them the Weasley Woman Glare.

"Of course she's coming!" George laughed nervously.

"Definitely," Fred agreed, just as on edge. "It wouldn't be the same without her."

Hermione leaned in and whispered, "You have to teach me how to do that."

Ginny grinned and gave her a thumbs up before straightening up and announcing, "I think I'll come as a cat."

"A cat?" Ron asked. "Like... a catsuit?"

"What else?" Ginny snapped. "Just the ears and tail?"

Ron shook his head, eyes wide.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "You're an idiot. Of course I mean a catsuit."

"Now what about Harry?" George wondered. The two looked at each other and exchanged identical smirks before turning back to Harry and singing, "School girl outfit!"

"Sod off," Harry said instantly. "I don't dress up."

"Oh come on, Harry," Fred laughed. "Everyone needs some cross-dressing fanservice every so often."

"I said no!" Harry shouted, standing to his feet. Hermione squeaked when he almost knocked her over.

George frowned. Harry's posture said Pissed Off but his eyes said otherwise; his eyes said the boy was terrified and that his shaking fists weren't exactly caused by what one would consider rage. Fred sighed when George elbowed him into the side. "All right, all right. You can wear something else."

Harry's lips turned down into a faint scowl. "I'm going to get a drink," he growled through gritted teeth before turning stiffly and walking out of the room. Ginny quickly trotted after him.

"Ron, you can wear the skirt," George said blankly before anyone else could leave after him, cracking into a grin when Ron spluttered incoherently.

"That's not fanservice for us," Fred objected.

"Then it's fanservice for Hermione," George said.

"Oh," Fred nodded, watching as Hermione stared at the two with wide, guilty eyes. "Right."

"I am not-"

"Shut up. You'll do it or you're not invited."

"I'm your brother!" Ron snapped.

"Which it the exact reason that we're picking on you," George said.

"But don't worry," Fred said, still locked in his staring contest with Hermione. "We're making your girlfriend a bunny girl."

"We are. Wait, we are?"

"We are."

"We what?" Hermione all but shrieked, hands clutching at her shirt collar and pulling it higher around her neck.

"Ah," George smirked. "Yes, I think we are."

"But... but..."

"Then what are you two wearing?" Ron asked, immediately regretting the question at the grins he received.

"Well, we were originally going to come in our birthday suits-"

"Please don't!"

"Don't interrupt, Ron. It's rude."

"Anyways, we figured it might get a little cold."

"And drafty."

"Yes, that too. So instead we decided we would use the party to show off our new product."

"Our new lineof products."

"Awesome products."

"Magical products."

"In more ways than one."

Charlie snorted.

Fred grinned at him before turning to Ron and replying, "Anyways, it's a secret so we can't give you anymore of a hint than that."

Ron eyed the two nervously. "I think... I'm going to go get Harry."

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"Oi, mate. Why did you run off like that?" Ron asked when he found Harry and Ginny standing by the sink. "I know Fred and George can be real dunces sometimes, but you shouldn't let it bother you. You should know that by now too."

"I'm sorry," Harry said quietly. "But it's just... the... er, the dressing-up thing."

Ron smiled sympathetically. "Dursleys?"

"Yeah," Harry said quietly, staring a hole into the plates on the counter and wondering if he could just disappear before remembering he could apparate. He felt Ginny's hand on his arm.

"We're here for you."

Harry smiled at her. "Thanks."

"Well they've got me doing it now so thanks a lot," Ron said with a lop-sided grin.

Harry's smile grew. "You're daft at making people feel better."

"That's what I'm here for," Ron said, swinging an arm over his shoulders while Ginny looped her left arm with his right, the three of them marching back into the dining room.

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"Give me back my clothes!"

"No way, Turd. They're too big for you anyways."

"I don't care! Give them back!"

"I left you one outfit. Wear that."

"No way! Dudley, give it back!"

Dudley smirked. "Give what back, Harry?"

"Give me back my clothes! I'm not wearing girls' stuff!"

"You're not boy sized, Turd. You belong in girls' clothes. They suit you."

"Shut up!"

"Go on, Harry. Or do you prefer Harietta?"

"I'm serious! Shut up!"

Suddenly Vernon's voice could be heard.

"Boy, get down here and make breakfast! I'm starving!"

Dudley took the fraction of a second while Harry was occupied to waddle as fast as he could to his room and throw the clothes in, locking the door.

Harry sighed; defeated again. Perhaps Vernon was feeling exceptionally tired and didn't want to see him at all? "But I don't have any clothes!"

"Stop your excuses! Put some clothes on and get the breakfast started!"

Perhaps not.

"But Dudley-"

"Don't blame Dudley for your misbehavior! Now find some clothes and get a move on!"

"Okay," Harry mumbled and walked back into his room, eyeing the item distastefully. It wasn't the first time Dudley had done this, but it was the first time in front of his parents, or at least while they were home. He picked it up gingerly between his fingers, feeling the itchy cotton rub against his skin. Dudley had probably bullied some kid into stealing it out of the girls' lockers.

Harry jumped at the sound of "Boy! Now!" and unzipped the skirt, pulling it on and fastening it closed.

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"What the hell are you wearing?" Vernon bellowed, cuffing Harry sharply across his jaw.

"I don't have anything else to wear!" Harry tried to shout. "Dudley-!"

"Don't you dare blame your vulgar actions on my Dudley, boy!" Vernon shouted, overpowering Dudley's laughter so that only Harry, who was staring wide-eyed into his face, could see that wicked grin. Another blow. The floor against his back.Dudley had stopped laughing at least. Petunia must have taken him out of the room. Harry recalled, as another blow fell to his side, that "punishment wasn't good for Duddey-kins to see with his innocent eyes".

It was a good thing too, since Harry was being shoved roughly against the wall face first. Harry couldn't feel the skirt against his legs anymore...

Unbearable pain. Harry had screamed but Vernon's hand covering his mouth kept the noise from getting too far. Black spots in front of his eyes, pushing, shoving, scratching at the man's hands.

Then it was over and Harry was on the floor again.

"You disgust me," came the sound of a growl from above, accompanied by a zipper. "Sick child. Don't ever let me catch you wearing that again."

Harry stayed motionless on the floor. He didn't dare cry out, even as the the edges of his darkened vision until there was nothing but the memory of that unforgiving roughness and pain.

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George looked up when the three returned. He watched Harry through his grin, searching for whatever had been there, but only finding a smile.

"Sorry about that," Harry said sheepishly, sitting back down at the table.

"We understand you're pretty manly, Harry, but you need to let loose once on a while," Fred said.

"Which is why we're planning the party to happen on the fourth," George said, neatly drawing everyone's attention away from Harry. He noticed the boy almost sigh in relief. "So make sure you're there."

"We'll be sending out invitations tomorrow," Fred added, "So do check your mail."