Draco cuddled anxiously against Harry, who put a reassuring arm around him. Ron sat up and looked at the two of them.

"Okay, we need to sort everything out." Ron told them.

Harry nodded silently, rubbing Draco's side softly to keep him calm. "What do you need?"

"First I want to know why you got Malfoy pregnant out of everyone in this school," Ron said.

"Well, I've actually liked him for a while now, but ik new I couldn't tell you because I knew you'd act like you did." Harry told him. "We were at the eighth year party, we got drunk, and we had sex. That's it."

"Then he got pregnant and you chose him over us," Ron deadpanned.

"Actually, no. At first I lashed out at him and didn't talk to him for a few days. Then Hermione slapped the sense into me and made me go talk to him," Harry told him, glancing over torn Draco to make sure he didn't say anything to make him emotional.

"Okay, now why did you choose him over me?" Ron asked.

"Hey," Draco spoke up. "He didn't choose anyone. He just ignored you."

"First off, Draco is pregnant with my baby. I'm not leaving him alone-"

"So what it's your baby?!-"

"My baby is the most important thing to me out now. That and Draco." Harry told him seriously.

"Why?" Ron asked.

"Draco is my lover. Of course I'm going to be worried for him and his health, especially since we have a baby on the way. That means that I'm going to have a little girl or boy. I'm having a baby, Ron! You should be happy for me!"

"Harry," Ron said. "Of course I'm happy! What I'm not happy about is that you ditched me for him!"

"That's because you either hexed him or made him have a panic attack." Harry told him, starting to get angry.

"Harry love, please calm down, he's just jealous that you've been spending so much time with me, okay?" Draco said softly.

"Is that true?" Harry asked as he looked over at ron, who was looking at the floor.

"Yeah," he said sheepishly.

Harry sighed. "I'm sorry, Ron. Okay? I'm sorry I was ignoring you, but I had to be with Draco. Then you hurt me and Draco-"

"Draco Draco Draco, it's always Draco isn't it?" Ron asked angrily. "All you talk about anymore is how amazing Draco is! You need to figure out who matters more to you-!" He yelled.

Draco flinched and cuddled into Harry's side. Harry shushed him and kissed his forehead.

"Ron, lower your voice." Harry said softly. Ron let out an angry yell.

"Ron." Harry said sternly. "It sounds like you're trying to get me to choose between you and Draco, who's carrying my baby, just so you remember. I'm not disappearing from their lives for the rest of the months-"

Draco groaned and grabbed his stomach. Harry eyes widened with fear and and snapped his head over. Draco had his hands on his stomach, his eyes shut tight, and his breathing was heavy.

Harry shot off the couch and kneeled in front of him. "Draco, baby what's wrong?"

"Hurts," Draco whispered, pointing to his stomach. Harry stopped breathing for a second.

"Shh, baby calm down for me, okay? Calm down. Deep breaths," Harry said softly as he reached for his wand. He guided Draco with his hands to show him when to breath in and out, then fumbled with his wand to point it to Draco.

"Shh, baby," Harry shushed him softly as he pet his hair.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked.

"I don't know," Harry said softly, trying to keep Draco calm. On the inside though, he was terrified. He had no idea what was happening.

"Grab my hand, baby," Draco reached his shaky hand out to grab Harry's.

Harry casted a spell over Draco's stomach, his heart stopping when he saw a bright red mist.

If it were red, however, that would mean you have an issue.