Draco gulped. "Harry?" He called worriedly to the kitchen. Harry came running out in a panic.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing nothing, come sit with me?" Draco asked. Harry's eyes widened. Harry knew something was wrong when he didn't ask to be cuddled, then he remembered. The two of them made the scentence "come sit with me" was code for I'm uncomfortable and I'm scared.

Harry quickly sat next to him and took him in his arms. "Are you okay?" He asked softly. Draco nodded.

"P-Percy asked," he whispered. Harry kissed his head.

"You don't have to say anything," he told him."

"Actually, I'd like to know also," Charlie said.

"Yeah, did he put on a few pounds or something? Or-" Percy was interrupted with Draco crying.

"Oh, Draco baby please don't cry," Harry said as he pulled him to his chest.

"Am I really that big?!" Draco sobbed.

"No sweetheart, no. You aren't. You're beautiful, okay? Don't listen to them." Harry told him.

"What the hell is going on?" Bill asked. "Canny you bloody idiots tell he's pregnant? You never tell a pregnant person they're fat, fucking moron." He said as he slapped Charlie.

"I-I'm not fat?" Draco sniffled.

Bill glanced at him. "No, draco. You aren't. You look lovely."

Draco blushed. "Thank you."

Harry smiled and kissed his neck softly. "Are you okay now?"

"Yeah," Draco sniffled.

"So wait...you're pregnant?" Percy asked.