Extremely short chapter, something to make up for my lack of updating. It was a spur of the moment type thing, and people were wonder how Janie would take it, and iunno. Just a bit of silliness.
"It's stupid."
"Ron."
"No, it's really stupid."
"Ron.."
"I mean, it's so stupid, it's disgusting."
"Ron!"
"My daddy kissed boys?"
"Ron, see what you started?"
"Oh, sorry.."
Harry placed his head in his hands. He fought off the temptation to groan loudly and bash his skull into a wall. This wasn't a good thing. He could hear Janie scampering off into the other room, squealing out the same words over and over, as if she had learned something new and exciting. Well, it could have been new and exciting. It was new, but most certainly not exciting. He couldn't look up. He was sure Ron was staring at him, wide eyed. He removed his glasses and pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes, and took in a deep breath.
"Daddy kissed boys!"
He could hear Janie in the kitchen now, still squealing. This was going to be a long, long day, he figured. Worst of all, he couldn't even look up at his best friend. He knew that Ron wasn't all too thrilled with the idea of Draco and himself getting back together, and even the fact that they had already seen each other a few nights ago. At least he was trying to accept it. After what had happened when they were younger, Harry was almost expected a bigger reaction out of the man. He winced. He didn't need to remember that. That had been absolutely horribly.
Sighing, Harry leaned back in his seat before putting his glasses back on. He listened to the sound of his daughter squealing and jumping around in the other room. He winced again as he heard her giggle and make a song out of the three words she had been repeating. He was very, very tempted to tell her to go to her room and take a nap. He glanced at Ron, giving him a pointed look. "Never," Harry said before sitting up straight, "have kids." The serious look on his face didn't last long before Janie squealed loudly enough to make both Ron and himself laugh.
Of course Janie chose that very moment to run back into the room, circling the chair that Ron was sitting in before climbing into Harry's lap, a wide smile spread across her face. She pinched her own lips shut with her fingers, to keep herself from obviously giggling as strands of her blonde hair fell into her eyes. Finally, she couldn't stand it much longer before a smile spread out on her face once more and she giggled, looking up at Harry with her big eyes. "Daddy," she giggled, before pointing a finger at him. "You kissed boys!" She wrinkled her nose. "Boys have cooties." She giggled again
Harry looked up at Ron who was about ready to laugh. He scowled at the red haired man. He didn't find this funny in the least. "Janie," he said, looking down at his daughter. Ron snorted in a lame attempt not to laugh. "Daddy used to er… like a certain boy before daddy met Mummy." Harry winced. Janie was his daughter, and he was horrible at talking to her. Luckily, she had more of Luna's traits than his own, which was good. Even for a little girl, she was rather open minded, which was unusual, or at least he thought it was.
"Jane," Ron said from where he sat, looking amusedly at the father and daughter. He was doing nearly everything he could to keep himself from laughing. The situation was all too funny, and it should have been Hermione here, instead of him. "Your daddy was crazy when he was a boy. He liked this boy a lot." That had just about done it. He laughed. Even has he heard Janie giggle, he laughed.
"It's okay, Daddy," Janie said, patting Harry on the head as she giggled again, trying to hold back the obvious smile. She looked at him with pursed lips as she was holding back her smile. Then she giggled again before patting him on the head once more. "Mummy, knows. But, Daddy," Janie said, trying to sound serious now as she crossed her arms over her chest, only making herself look more childish. "Boy's are icky. They have cooties."