Wishing On a Star
"Papa, there's a shooting star!"
"You're right son, let's wish on it."
"Isn't it Muggle thingy, papa?"
"I know, but it doesn't hurt to wish for a bit right? Wish on."
"Mm, then I wished for mama to come back home!"
"…"
It's Christmas Day
"Papa, a doggie!"
"I know. Merry Christmas son."
"Merry Christmas, papa~"
Hot Day Indeed
"Papa, papa can I have a glass of Grape Kool-Aid?"
"Why are you asking so suddenly, son?"
"I'm feeling so hot right now—"
"Dear Merlin, let's just have Florean's instead okay?"
"Really? Yayy, papa!"
First Year
"Papa, would you be mad if I made friends with the Potters' boys?"
"By Potters' siblings, do you mean specifically Albus Severus Potter?"
"Hehehe…"
"Sure son, go on, I don't mind."
Second Year
"Papa, I torched the toilet down…"
"How on Merlin's pants did you manage to torch a toilet, much less toilets down?"
"Uh, well…"
"Wait, no. I don't really think that I can handle such things like Harry Potter does…"
"Umm, so then are you mad?"
"Of course not…"
Third Year
"Papa, surprise! Happy Birthday!"
"Oh dear Merlin, Scorp. How did you manage to do all this?"
"With the help of the Weasleys' and the Potters'. Do you like it?"
"Oh I love it. Thank you everyone."
"Our pleasure Mister Malfoy, sir."
Fourth Year
"Papa?"
"Yes dear?"
"I'm pregnant."
"…"
"I think is one of the worst pranks ever, Al. He fainted…"
Fifth Year
"You're grounded, young man."
"What? But I didn't do anything wrong! Plus, it's my birthday. I ought to celebrate it with Al, papa!"
"You're grounded because you're ought to spend your birthday with me."
"Oh, papa~"
Sixth Year
"Can I be a Healer, papa?"
"But I thought you've wanted to pursue Auror, like me?"
"Yes, I did. But that was when I was eleven. It's mainly because you look just so freaking cool with the robes as all—"
"Every wizard wears robe, Scorp…"
"I know but that's not the point here~ I wanted to save people!"
"Alright I get it, but this doesn't really have anything to do with Potter's doppelgänger , right?"
"Well, partially? Hehe…"
Seventh Year
"Papa, I have something to tell you, will you promise me you won't get mad or—or disinherit me?"
"What on earth are you talking about, Scorpius?"
"Papa didn't really said Merlin much nowadays, eh?"
"What does that have to do with the topic you're so afraid to bring up just now?"
"Um, okay then. Er, Albus and I—We're—uh—"
"Fornicating?"
"Yes—I mean, what?"
"I had always known, Scorp. So when can I have my grandchildren?"
"Papa!"