Harry brought Draco downstairs and sat him on the couch, Draco giggling at the sight of Percy. Harry smiled and kissed his cheek. "Sh,"

Draco curled against Harry's side and brought a blanket over the two of them. Harry looked at Percy. "Anything you'd like to say?"

"I'm sorry I said all those things." He grumbled. "And I'm sorry that you're stretching out a Weasley swea-"

Bill smacked the back of Percy's head, making him groan. Draco teared up. "S-stretching?"

"No, baby. You aren't stretching anything. He's being a douche." Harry tried reassuring him.

"Yes I am!" Draco started crying.

"Oh, baby, come here," Harry said softly.

He repositioned them so Harry was laying on the couch with Draco in between his legs. Draco buried his face in Harry's chest, and Harry put his arms around him. One hand was stroking his hair while the other was running over his back softly.

"Shh, baby you aren't fat," Harry told him softly. Draco only sobbed into his chest.

Harry sighed, sending a glare at Percy that made him wince. "See hat you did?" He hissed.

Mr and Mrs Weasley came running in. "What's going on? Why does Percy have horns and a tail and hu is—oh Merlin! Get the tissues, Arthur. Now!"

Arthur ran to get tissues while milky went to Draco's side. Harry let her pull him to her chest. "What happened, Draco?"

"P-Percy called m-me fat!" He sobbed.

Harry ran his hand over his back, leaning into his ear. "Love, you need to calm down. For the baby, okay?"

Draco gasped and nodded, wiping his tears away and forcing himself to calm down. But he only panicked. "Is the baby okay?!"

"Draco, you would know if something was wrong," Harry told him softly.

"D-do the spell! Please, Harry," Draco whimpered as he climbed on top of him.

Harry got his wand out, performed the spell, and had a yellow-orange mist appear above his stomach. "See? Healthy. That just means you got a little too worked up. But it's okay, Scorpius is fine," Harry told him calmly as he pulled Draco down onto his chest.

"Now go to sleep, and we'll have dinner ready for you. It's you're favorite,"

Draco gasped happily. "Porkchops and mashed potatoes?"

"Yep. We made extras too."

Draco squealed quietly and nuzzled his face in Harry's neck, then fell asleep.