Mmk. So, it's been awhile. A long while. But the seventh chapter is up. Yay. But it's short. Like, really short.
"Harry, please, be logical." Hermione pleaded, linking arms with her best friend as they strolled down the street. She looked up at her friend biting her bottom lip. "It's been an awfully long time since Hogwarts, and you have a daughter now. Luna just past away, and Janie needs you. Besides, you said it yourself, you broke up with him for the better." She said, glancing back up at the man as they walked. She had only just returned home, and was no doubt told the news of Harry and Draco's little reunion. To say that she wasn't pleased was an understatement. Harry was still her best friend. She wanted him to remain happy. Even if that did mean him getting back together with his former. She was only worried that the two of them may be rushing things, and she was concerned for Janie, Harry's daughter.
Harry did feel a bit torn at the moment. Rather he didn't know what to do. He had been living a seemingly perfect life, a married life, with a wife and a daughter, and then his wife had been killed. His daughter started taking on traits of her mother, and he didn't know what to do about it. He didn't know what to tell Janie. During times like these, Harry was glad to have Hermione with him. "I miss her, Hermione. I really do." He commented, making the bond between their linked arms tighter. "I dunno what to do. And having him come back, well… You could say it made things a lot more difficult than before. How am I supposed to tell Jane all of this? She's still little. I don't think she'll much like the idea that her dad used to kiss boys when he was a teenager, and his ex boyfriend is back." He sighed shaking his head. It was all too clear that he didn't know what to do. "She keeps asking about her mum, Mione."
Hermione sighed as the two of them walked. Harry was in a rut. She remembered exactly why she didn't go jumping into a relationship back in school, but found herself in one soon after she left. With Harry, it had been a different story. His school relationship had seriously started out all about the sex. It was a love hate relationship in a manner of speaking. Then, it became more than that. He and Draco had begun dating in secret, and then the Prophet found out, and they were exposed, and everyone knew. "I don't know Harry. I just don't know. If you ask me, I think that Malfoy is just sex deprived. You two were only sixteen when this all started, and seventeen when it ended. You two were as attached at the hips as any non Siamese twins I have ever seen." The woman said wrinkling her nose slightly. "You both fancied a shag whenever you were alone for more than five minutes, which in my opinion you shagged in nearly every room, space, nook, and closet available in Hogwarts. Which explains why Ron and I caught you both in the locker room. A hormonal race to the finish line, if you ask me." Hermione shook her head, nudging Harry in the side lightly.
"No, no. Not true." Harry began, looking up wistfully. "It would have been everywhere if Flitch hadn't caught us in the Library that one night seventh year. We got detention for that. But you know, the best place for a shag would have to be the lake. You feel all… weightless, sort of like you're floating.. Only you're wet and-"
"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" Hermione cried with a whine, placing the palm of her hand on her forehead. "I don't need to know the details. Moreover, I don't need to know where all you've shagged in that school. It is highly disturbing." She concluded with a brisk nod of her head, mentally shuddering at the mere thought of her best friend having a fiendish gleeful moment in the lake of Hogwarts. Oh, god. It was probably a good thing that Ron wasn't around. He would most likely be appalled by the whole conversation, he after all, was never fond of Harry's whole relationship with the former Slytherin. "Honestly. A hormonal race to the finish line. Wont that be a story to tell your daughter when she gets older and starts asking about sex, drugs, and where babies come from?" At that moment, she actually laughed. Harry was a single parent. He had a daughter. This situation would have been loads worse had Janie been born a boy.
Harry shook his head and groaned. "Hermione. Seriously. What am I going to do? I haven't the faintest idea how to tell Janie. Luna just passed away, I miss her, and Janie misses her terribly. And then Draco… and I just don't know what to do."
"I say that man is just sex deprived, and you both are better off as just friends. All of you actually." Hermione pointed out, patting Harry's arm with her free hand. "But, if you really want him as a part of your life again, Harry, then take the time to talk with Janie, and let him and Janie meet. However, I'm sticking by what I said before. It started off before as all about the sex, and it looks like it'll start out that way again, too. And if you two end up shagging on every surface of your house I swear, I am never going to come back over." The woman finished playfully, nudging Harry in the side once more, a grin on her face as she laughed. This however caused Harry to grin.
"Oh, come on." He started, un able to hold back his grin. "You can't tell me that you and Ron haven't shagged everywhere in your house."
"Harry James Potter!"
"Oh. I'm good."