"You will listen to me, young lady! I am your father! There will be no more talking to Potter!" He shouted. 
                          
"I don't care!" She yelled. He twisted her wrist slightly, Sophie knowing what would happen if she kept up what she was doing. 
                          
"You are going to listen!" He shouted. 
                          
"No!" She replied. He twisted her wrist more.
                          
"You can't tear us apart like that!" She yelled. 
                          
"Really? I already have!" He yelled. 
                          
"History shouldn't matter!" She shouted. 
                          
"Well, it does!" He said. 
                          
"It doesn't to me nor James!" She said coldly. He twisted her wrist more, pain entering her. 
                          
"Please stop that!" She yelled. "You will listen to me, then I will stop!"
                          
"I will not listen to you!" She yelled. Her twisted her wrist more, then she knew it for a fact, her own father had just broken her wrist. "Stop that!" She yelled. 
                          
"No, Sophia! You will listen to me! I am your father!" He shouted, his eyes looking directly into hers. 
                          
"No!" She yelled. He twisted her wrist more.
                          
"Please stop that!" She screamed. 
                          
"Not until you sit down and behave!" He shouted at her. She sat on her bed. 
                          
"I. Don't. Care. What. You. Say!" She yelled. 
                          
"You only did half of what I said!" He shouted. Her moved her wrist more, causing her to yell in pain.
                          
"I am not going to listen to someone like you!" She yelled.
                          
With that, Draco grabbed out his wand and all her ways to see James was gone. Her room felt empty almost. He let go of her wrist and she fell to the ground. He slammed the door shut and locked it, taking her wand away. She held her wrist tightly, seeing the black, blue, and purple on it. "I HATE YOU!" She yelled.
                          
Draco was about to leave until a knock came upon his door. He opened it. "Draco..." Harry spoke. Draco closed the door behind him. 
                          
"What do you need, Potter?" Draco said. 
                          
"Look, my son is emotionally broken down for your daughter. He couldn't sleep any last night. I had a talk with him." Harry said. 
                          
"Mine decided to get angry with me and ended up with a broken wrist," Draco said looking down at him.
                          
"Y-You're injuring her? Draco that's illegal!" Harry spoke. 
                          
"I know it is," Draco said nodding. Harry couldn't believe this. 
                          
"Look, I don't think it would be so bad if we allowed them some time together," Harry said quietly. Draco shook his head. 
                          
"I don't want your son ever laying eyes on my daughter again, Potter! She was a good girl before she met him!" Draco said.
                          
"A good girl?" Harry said. 
                          
"I just think we should give them some time together. I mean that's what they want! They want time together! I want my son to be happy and she makes him happy! I love my son! Don't you love your daughter? Don't you want your daughter to love you?" Harry said.
                          
"Of course I love my daughter!" Draco replied honestly. 
                          
"It doesn't sound like it! Breaking her wrist, Draco!" Harry said. Draco sighed. "That was very poor fathering of you," Harry said, thinking of when Ginny told him that. Draco scowled.