Bill shoved Percy out of his chair, sending him on the floor.

"Ah! What the-"

"That's for being a prick." Bill hissed. "Yes, Draco's pregnant. Can't you tell, dumbass?"

"Well how'd you even get pregnant?" Percy hissed at Draco.

Draco narrowed his eyes. "It's this thing called sex. You wouldn't know about it since you've obviously never been laid, so let me enlighten you. It's where Harry shoes his dick up my-"

"Draco!" Harry yelped, blushing furiously. "Okay, no need to explain, he already knows what sex is."

Draco grumbled and crossed his arms.

Harry turned to everyone. "He's pregnant, okay? End of discussion."

"That isn't right," Percy mumbled, shaking his head back and forth.

"Oh shut up you fucking parasite." Draco hissed.

"Draco," Harry said sternly. Draco huffed.

"I'm not saying sorry." He grumbled.

"And you shouldn't have to. We can't help it if princess Perseus over here has a stick shoved so far up his ass that he sits up straight," Charlie snickered, referring to Percy's posture.

"Oh can it, Charlie. At least I have class." Draco rolled his eyes. "We're you going to say something, Draco?"

"Oh no, no." Draco smiled.

"Really now? Because I think your big mouth has something to say, but you're still as much as a coward as you were during the war, and you don't have the guts to say it." Percy smirked.

Draco leaned forward, looking him in the eye. "You know what I really have to say to you?" He whispered.

"Eat. My. Ass." He hissed, spat in his face, then leaned back.

"Gross! You're so childish!" Percy yelled as he wiped his face off. Draco snickered.

"Alright, Draco. That was just mean," Harry said.

"He started it." Draco grumbled, looking away.

"Draco, say you're sorry. What you did wasn't right," Harry told him.

Draco growled at him and got up, stomped up the stairs, and slammed his door shut.