A/N: This drabbly little bit is something I came up with out of the blue tonight while standing in my kitchen drinking tea and eating a chocolate biscuit. It uses an OC that I've been writing with for a few weeks, so think of it as a teaser. Holly will be appearing sometime in the next month or so when I get her story a bit more mapped out but for now all you must know is that in my personal fantasyland, Fred is very much alive and well. That being said, I am obviously not JKR, so I think that covers the disclaimer. Enjoy, and happy spring everyone!

George woke to a kettle squeal and a soft curse, blinking blearily at the clock on the nightstand.

1:24 am

He padded out into the kitchen, finding his wife leaning against the kitchen counter, stirring a fresh cup of tea with one hand, chocolate biscuit in the other. She turned at his footsteps, wincing at his mussed appearance.

"Did I wake you? Sorry, sweetie. Just had to have chocolate," Holly confessed, setting her spoon on the countertop.

George yawned, slipping his arms around her from behind to press his hands to her belly.

"Not a problem, love. Baby gets what baby wants," he sighed, settling his chin on her shoulder.

"Babies," Holly corrected absently, sipping her tea.

George's body tensed behind hers and she bit her lip against a smile.

"Babies?" he intoned softly, gently turning his wife to face him with an incredulous expression.

Holly nodded solemnly, grin slipping into place as realization lit his face with excitement.

"Babies!" George yelled, tugging his hair until it stood on end.

"Yes, darling. Babies. Two, to be exact," Holly couldn't help but laugh as she watched her husband pace the kitchen. He turned and swept her into a hug, spinning her around once before setting her back on her feet with a kiss.

"We're having twins," he said dazedly.

George suddenly dropped to his knees in front of her, kissing her stomach twice, once for each baby.

"Hello loves, Mummy and Daddy are so excited to meet you," he murmured against her shirt, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "And Hogwarts has no idea what they've got in store when the next generation of Weasley twins gets there."

Holly smiled fondly as George got to his feet, kissing her soundly before dashing off to the living room.

"Where are you going?" she called.

"To tell Fred!" he answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Sweetie it's 1:30 in the morning," Holly reminded him gently.

George stilled, dropping his shoes with a deflated look, "Oh."

Holly smiled, taking her husband by the hand to lead him back to bed.

"I think the next generation of Weasley twins can wait a few more hours."