"Thank you, love." Draco held a hand up. "Let me, yes?" He flicked his wand and muttered the appropriate spell. Suddenly a bottle of cider and a bottle of water appeared. "Whichever you like," he told Amelia. He kept a hand at her back to help steady her. He had never been around pregnant women until Amelia and Cressida; he was afraid they'd topple. "Dinner? Amelia, you should be resting."