Dip it low

"How much you girls charge for an hour?"

Pick it up slow

"Shake it girls!"

Roll it all around

"That's our best friend! Stop eye fucking her!"

Poke it out let your back roll

Just ignore them Hermione. Focus on what you're doing.

Pop pop pop that thing

Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo"

"You never cease to amaze me with your talents my Mia." Fred drawls.

Hermione manages to hold off her blush at Fred's appreciative smile.

It had been a while since she had given anyone a lap dance. Hermione was surprised that Fred was being so articulate. She'd have thought he'd be plastered before midnight.

Hermione smiles coyly as her fingers slide their way from Fred's knees to his exposed chest. Damn had Quidditch treated him well.

Focus!

Hermione was the one who was supposed to be seducing him. Not the other way around.

She pushes her chest against his, running her tongue from his neck to his ear.

Fred shudders, running a hand lightly up her side.

Luna had decided it would be a good idea to put their dance classes to use, hip-hop and salsa becoming their own version of provocative lap dancing.

Their outfits reminded her of Barbara Eden's 'I Dream of Jeannie' costume.

In support of the Gryffindor house, Luna colour coordinated their clothing to be red and gold harem attire.

Hermione's top just managed to support her breasts and keep them from falling out. Her bare midriff was exposed and a thin gold belt rested low on her hips, her red laced thong peeking out every time she pressed into Fred's lap. Luna had charmed her hair to be piled on top of her head, for which Hermione was grateful for. No one ever thought about how much a dancer sweated during a performance.

Thank God I run every morning!

Fred's eyes roam her entire body, an eyebrow raising with his smirk at seeing her navel piercing, a small charm of a lioness in gold. She and Luna also charmed a temporary WWW's girl on their hip bone. The twins fell in love with it on sight.

Hermione glanced over at Luna to see her stroking George subtly through his trousers, a wicked grin replacing her usual dreamy smile. Luna had tiny curves and the muscles throughout her body contracted as she danced around George, a constant whirl of movement. George near snapped his neck in order to not miss what she was doing behind him.

Dip it low

Fred presses an open mouthed kiss just above Hermione's breasts.

Pick it up slow

Hermione roughly grips Fred's hair, winking as she places both feet back on the ground. She turns around and begins grinding to the floor.

Luna smiles widely at George as she does the splits near his feet.

Roll it all around

Reaching backward, Hermione grips the arms of Fred's chair.

Poke it out let your back roll

Pulling in a breath Hermione slowly rolls into a perfect hand stand on Fred's chair, her breasts now hanging in front of him.

Fred growls in delight, his hands reaching up for Hermione's face. Her pouty mouth wraps around his pointer, bopping down once and sucking hard on her way back up.

Pop pop pop that thing

With a stealth only top training and gymnastics could accomplish, Hermione plops herself behind Fred's head, sitting on top of his chair. Her legs are against his shoulders, pressing him into the chair.

Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo"

Fred's panting as Hermione leans forward, pressing her lips against his ear.

"Happy Birthday Fred Weasley." She places a chaste kiss on his cheek.

Fred smiles brilliantly at her, not at all ashamed of his visible hard on. He glances to the side at George. He's got an identical grin.

Drunken cheers sound throughout the bar before the background music resumed playing. A few men looked over at the girls hoping for further dancing.

"Happy Birthday darling!" Luna smacks one on George. No complaints on his end.

Fred possessively wraps his arm around Hermione's leg, his hand rubbing the muscle that was her thigh. "Lucky guy."

"I'm sure Luna would be happy to kiss you as well Fred. I don't think George would like it but-"

"Bloody hell 'Mione!" Ron slouches over, a stupid grin on his face. He has a beer bottle in his hand.

"That was brilliant. How come I didn't get that on my birthday?"

"Luna never thought of it." Hermione smirks, swiping his remaining beer.

Ron chuckles. "Suppose not."

"Best birthday ever!" George slurs, one arm wrapped around Luna as he stumbled over. Reaching Hermione he plants a sloppy kiss on her cheek. "Hermione you nee to…stop covering up your womanly wiles. The school uniform and… mungo shrubs do nothin' fo your titties and cheeks!"

"George!" Hermione admonishes. Luna giggles under his arm.

Harry smacks George upside the head. "That's my mate you're talking about George."

"But we're the birthday boys."

"We can say whatever we want!"

Hermione blushes as Fred rubs his cheeks against her thigh, rubbing the sheer gauze against her skin. "Alrighty time to return to normal attire." Hermione removes her wand from her hair, her 'dancing clothes' being replaced with the white long sleeved shirt, black vest, and jeans that she had originally come in with.

"Awwe shucks." Fred mutters, feeling Hermione slide off the chair so she was once again standing by his side.

"You're not allowed to change!" George points a finger at Luna's face. She giggles and happily agrees.

"Who knew you two could shake what your mama gave ya?" Pansy leers at the two girls as she hands Harry another drink. He gives her a crooked smile as he slips an arm around her waist.

Luna dreamily shrugs. "Hermione and I had taken dance classes together during Hogwarts. I thought it was high time we put our lessons to good use."

"Wise this girl is. So wise. That's why I'm dating her."

Fred snorts. "She's the only one who'd have your ugly mug."

"It's not my mug she's after."

"Enough you two!" Molly bustles over, her cheeks bright red. She glances nervously over at Hermione and Luna. "That was quite the performance girls." She claps her hands in the jolly way she does as she turns her attention to the twins. "Time for cake!"

Fred and George link arms as they stride over to the group of tables where the rest of the family were at.

"Ya think a girl's gunna come popping out of the cake?"

"I wouldn't put it past em. You saw the performance our ladies just gave us." Hermione flushes at the two leers directed her and Luna's way.

"Shaddap and blow the candles. I want cake." Ginny scowls, her eyes devouring the dessert on the table.

"Reign in your woman Zabini!"

"Shaddap!"

Hermione's POV

"Healer Granger, you're needed in room 307 now!"

I stifle a groan. I can't even eat a salad in peace.

I rise, dropping my fork in the wilted lettuce.

I jog down to the room. Two other healers circle a small child with dark red hair and big blue eyes. He looks to be about 4 years old.

I glance over to my right and find George standing there with a stupid lopsided grin on his face. His own baby blues were twinkling with delight.

I feel my blood boil.

"What did you do?"

George's eyes widen as he holds up his hands in mercy. "Nobody got hurt my Mia. See it's like this…. Mom dropped off leftover birthday cake at the flat last night. She had also brought these cupcakes and I thought this would be the perfect time to test our latest creation!"

I rush over to the little boy. He grins cheerfully at me. Raising his arms to me he wiggles his fingers in delight.

"Up!"

The two healers shrug as I look to them for advice. I grudgingly pick up the boy.

"What did George do to you sweetheart?"

"He gave me a cupcake that changed my body."

"What changed?"

"My height, weight, and age."

"How tall were you before?"

"Over 6 feet."

"And how old were you?"

"Freshly turned 26."

I frown, looking closely at the little boy's face. The familiar twinkle…

"Fred?"

"Yes my Mia?"

"GEORGE!"

I gave this 4 year old a lap dance last night.

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