Hermione held an annoyed hand up, "Stop, both of you. My feet just hurt. Carrying a baby around is heavy." Before she could say another word, Draco had strode forward and had scooped her up off her feet making her cry out in surprise. He’d been working out since being freed from Azkaban and his muscles were well defined and large, everywhere. He didn’t even make a noise from holding her. Theo conjured a comfortable looking chair with an ottoman. It was all black and the cushions were overstuffed. Draco carefully sat her on it. She sighed in appreciation and also frustration at their overbearing behaviour.