I do not own harry potter, only the changes that I have made to the story line. The characters all belong to J.K Rowling's. That should be fairly obvious though.
Harry was sitting around doing nothing despite the day supposed to be one of her happiest. She was alone when the twins came across her. "Happy birthday," Fred whispered into her ear getting a grin.
She turned around to see him before grinning slightly, "Oh, not yet but it can be."
"Can you speak without innuendos," George requested rolling his eyes.
"No," she returned, "Not going to wish me a very happy birthday, I am sure we can unwrap a present." By the way she was looking him over the implication was clear.
Fred grinned, "His opinion is fourth year plus," Fred offered. "But I was on a leash until you turned 14."
She smirked, "Then today may just be fun."
George shook his head wanting to get Fred back on track. "Fred pranks.'
He leant towards Harry, his breath tickling her neck. "Care for a swim?"
"Same time same place," She returned.
She was waiting by the lake when he arrived. Wearing a dark cloak wrapped around her, sitting with her feet in the water. "You're quite a sight there," Fred teased. "have a good birthday?"
"An acceptable birthday," she returned dropping her cloak, so she was once again in braw and underwear. "So, swim or was that a euphemism."
He chuckled stripping. "No, a swim sounds fun for me though in a few days if you want to give it a go."
Harry laughed as they went for a swim, talking, joking. Just having fun and neither were short of innuendos. Finally, they got up to leave returning to their common room. Harry however looked directly at him before they went to their room. "Your leash loosened, you still did not speak out and yet you wonder if my faith is misplaced. I am not looking for love, just a good time."
Fred looked at her surprised, "promises, promises," he offered though he wasn't expecting the comment.
She gave him a slight kiss on the cheek. "Night Fred."
"Early morning Harry," he returned before heading up to his room. George glanced up at his entry but said nothing, instead he just rolled back over falling asleep. Fred wasn't as lucky as sleep escaped him, all thoughts on the purple haired seductress he had for a friend.