Disclaimer - Harry Potter and all it's characters are still not mine. Sadly.
"George!" He jumped in the air, dropping the coffee cup he was carrying to the sofa. He flipped his wand and placed the repaired, full cup on the side table.
He'd been hearing his name bellowed so many times the past few months he thought he would be used to it. However, due to the stress of knowing his unborn children were performing wandless magic he hadn't been sleeping much. In fact, he was beginning to feel a bit like a zombie.
Hermione's voice had come from the kitchen where he had just been making his coffee. He wondered if it was a simple case of him leaving the tap on or having spilled some of the coffee on the work-surface and floor. He hoped that's what was wrong.
Upon entering the kitchen he gasped, his eyes wide as he took it all in. It was purple. It was bright bloody purple. This was definitely a punishment.
"I think they may be a little bit too much like you." Hermione sighed.
"At least I was original." George huffed.
"I'm impressed they managed to do it at all, never mind the colour."
"Was it all on them- you didn't cough, or sneeze or anything?"
"Well I did trip up on the rug in the hall."
"Oh darling, are you okay?" George began to look her over, running his hands over her swollen tummy.
"I'm okay." She said, placing her hand on his as he pulled back. "But don't stop."
"I've been neglecting you haven't I?"
"No. You've been looking after me."
"I love you." He said as he awkwardly bent to rest his forehead on hers.
"I love you too. I'll love you even more when you clean up the kitchen."
George took his wand from his back pocket and flicked it over the kitchen, never taking his eyes off hers.
"On the count of three we look." He said, "One, two, three."
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of her black and white kitchen.
"Thank goodness I didn't have to clean it with a toothbrush." George chuckled.
"I think their form of punishment is giving us both heart attacks."
"They're starting a bit early on that one. Just think of all the howlers we're going to have to send when they're at school."
"Right now I'm just thinking about getting them out of here." Hermione gestured to her tummy.
"Maybe you should go and rest. You look tired out." George placed a hand on the small of her back and led her to the bedroom.
"You look tired out too. Maybe you should take a nap." George couldn't disagree with his wife on that and so climbed into the bed beside her, snuggling up to her back.
"Just 12 more days to go." He whispered as he kissed her neck, breathing in the smell from her hair.