A cute one-shot of Harry trying to explain to his and Hermione's daughter was sex is.
"Daddy?" said Lily, innocently, perched on top of the dining room table.
She turned her torso from side to side, he swishing of her dress entertaining her thoroughly.
"Yes, honey?" replied Harry, slightly distracted, as he tidied up the kitchen, putting away plates and cups.
"What's sex?"
As her innocent voice rang through his ears, Harry James Potter froze; he had always been dreading this day. But never anticipated his five-year-old daughter would ask him about it so soon.
"Where did you hear that word?" he questioned, abandoning all hope of cleaning, and scooping the little girl into his arms, brushing her brunette locks out of her face.
"Uncle George was talking about it when I was at his house." she replied, not knowing what was making her father's face turn more maroon by the minute.
"Well, sweetie ... when two people love each other very much-" he was cut off by his daughter's excited voice.
"Like you and Mommy?" she inquired, peering up into his green eyes.
Where the bloody hell is Hermione when I need her?
"Yes. Your Mommy and I love each other very much." he stated.
Lily beamed, baring her tiny pearly whites for all to see. She then began to wriggle out of Harry's arms, and ran to the sofa, planting her small bottom on the cushions.
"Well, when two people love each other very much, they have ... sex ... to make a baby..." he said, pausing here and there, hoping this explanation was sufficient.
"So, you and Mommy had sex to make me?" she said, her tiny brow furrowing as she thought hard about it.
Harry cursed internally that she inherited her mothers' brains.
The front door opened, and Hermione stepped through, giving the two a happy grin.
"Mommy!" squealed Lily, running as fast as her little legs would carry her.
She clutched to Hermione's leg, and excitedly began jabbering.
"Daddy told me you two had sex to make me!" she said, ecstatic at her newly discovered piece of information.
There was a pregnant pause as Hermione digested this information.
"You what?" said Hermione, her brown eyes narrowing to slits as she glared daggers at her sheepish-looking husband.
"I ... erm ..." he began, looking for a reasonable explanation.
Lily giggled, hysterically, "Daddy's in trouble!" she announced, loudly, before dancing off into the other room.
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