A/N: Still own nothing…
Chapter Seven
James sat in the waiting room of the hospital, "I can't do this… I can't do this Winnie." He jumped up and grabbed Winnie's hand nervously.
"Are you changing your mind?" Winnie furrowed her eyebrows and squeezed his hand.
James sighed, "No… I… I don't know what I'm doing anymore." He groaned, dropping her hand and pacing.
Harry came back from the nurses station, "James the nurse said it would be a little bit more of a wait… Do you want all of us to come in with you? Or do you want it to be private?"
"Er… I want… I want everyone to be there. Can… do you think Mum can handle that? I don't want to… stress her out."
"I believe she will for you." Harry nodded. James sat back down and started biting his nails, the nurse came around the corner and nodded at Harry, "Okay Jamie. Ready?"
"Yeah…" James got up and they all followed the nurse down the hallway.
"I'm getting your Mum. We'll be right in."
"But--" But Harry had already walked away. James stepped inside the room, squeezing Winnie's hand tightly. Malfoy was sitting on the other side of a table his hands were shackled to his sides and he had a smirk on his face.
"Well well… my son. In the flesh. And who's this pretty thing with you?" Malfoy smiled charmingly at her and winked.
"Erm… this is Winnie." James motioned awkwardly. They sat down and starred at Malfoy.
"School going well?" Malfoy's eyes darted around the room.
"Yeah…"
"I suppose you're in Gryffindor?" Malfoy scoffed.
"Well the hat wanted to put me in Slytherin at first, but I convinced it otherwise, Harry says he did the same thing." James smiled.
"Yes… Potter. I hear you've taken his name?"
"He adopted me. When I was a baby, so I really had no choice." James rolled his eyes.
"Of course…." Malfoy turned to Winnie, "And what house are you in Dear?"
Winnie looked down uncomfortably, "Um…"
"Winnie doesn't go to Hogwarts." James cut in.
"A then Beauxbuttons? You don't have a French accent. Are you a transfer student?"
"Winnie's a muggle." James scowled.
"A muggle? I didn't know you liked playing in the dirt." Malfoy growled. "No son of mine will ever breed with a… a filthy muggle. You are a pureblood James." Malfoy shouted.
"Pureblood." James spat the word out, "My blood has nothing to do with who I am, nor does Winnie's. How could you… how could you be so cruel?"
Malfoy laughed darkly, "Didn't Potter tell you? I assumed you'd come in here expecting me to be cruel and evil."
"I expected you to be fatherly. I am your kid after all." James huffed.
"Yes there is no denying that. You certainly get your mannerisms from me." Malfoy looked James up and down, "But if you were expecting hugs and kisses then you were sorely mistaken. I expect you get your fill of that from Potter." Just then Harry and Ginny walked in the door, Ginny had a look on her face as if she'd smelled a dung bomb. "Ah, speak of the Devil! It's perfect Potter and his perfect little wife."
"Watch what you say Malfoy!" Harry barked.
"And you're going to stop me aye? I see she's pregnant. Jealous I got there first?"
"I will never be jealous of you Malfoy. What is there to be jealous of exactly?"
Malfoy stood up, "I still know people Potter, people outside of these walls."
"I'm trembling in my boots." Harry rolled his eyes.
"Enough!" James stood up and glared at Malfoy, "This was a mistake." He turned to leave but Ginny stopped him.
"No Dear, you are going to stay and talk to him privately. I have been putting this off long enough, like it or not he's your…. Sperm donor…. And you need to know him." Ginny pushed James lightly back toward the chair and motioned for Winnie and Harry to follow her outside.
James sat back down and crossed his arms, "Why did you want to meet me in the first place… Son." Malfoy asked.
"I wanted to know my father. Harry is a great guy and everything but he's not my Dad… I just wanted to know who was." James shrugged.
Malfoy nodded and looked down at his chains, "Look… I'm not as evil as I make myself seem. Truth is back when I… when I--"
"Raped."
"Yes… raped your mother. I was just a cowardly git. This place has changed me into a cold man. Look… I know I'm the worst example, but the old saying 'do as I say not as I do' comes into play. You're in Gryffindor, that's wonderful. Do your work, be as good as you can be at it, and make something of yourself. You might have the Potter name but everyone will always know you are a Malfoy… which means they'll have their mind set about you. Prove them wrong. Don't follow in my footsteps." Malfoy ducked his head in shame.
"Can… can I ask you something?" James stammered nervously.
"Anything."
"Why? Why'd you do it?" James wiped a tear from his eye.
Malfoy leaned back in his chair and sighed, "Look I'm really sorry I hurt your mother okay? I live with that guilt everyday you must know that."
James pounded his fist on the table and stood up, "BUT WHY?"
"I don't know…" Malfoy whispered.
"You don't know? So… just for shits and giggles you decided to rape a poor defenseless young girl and impregnate her?" James yelled.
"You're mother was not defenseless, she put up a rather good fight. I… look I was fucked up. Hell I still am! I'm not proud of what I did… but I'd never take it back because then there would be no you. You might not like your roots but not everyone does. I'm truly sorry for ever hurting Ginny." Malfoy sighed and shook his chains nervously, "But you're my son and I love you."
James got up and turned toward the door, "I'm not your son." He whispered before leaving and slamming the door.
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