AN- For Sweetbabe; I worked two of your requests into this one. Sorry it's so short.

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Contacts are Overrated

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"How about this one?"

"Teehee, no Daddy! That's too silly!"

"How is that silly? It isn't like they've got googly eyes attached to them!"

"Those are girls glasses. You're not a girl!"

"What, just because they're pink? Boys can wear pink!"

"James and Albus don't wear pink!"

"No, but Teddy does sometimes, and you think he's cool, don't you?"

"Daddy, try on these ones!"

The two salesclerks at the counter were watching the father and daughter moving around the showroom and trying out different glasses with absent smiles on their faces, every now and then they threw each other a look that clearly stated just how adorable the scene was, and just how appealing they found the father.

"Just something about a man with a child," the one said to the other.

"I know," the other gave a sigh. "It's like I see it and my ovaries start screaming for me to get on it already."

"Yeah, particularly when he's as fit as that!"

"He's not that old either. What d'you reckon? Like, thirty-three?"

"Probably. And what was that he mentioned? Maybe four kids?"

"Man like that? I'd never let him out of the bed, so yeah, I get it."

They both grinned as they watched the dad get handed a pair of children's glasses that were purple and had this horned rim on them to make it look like there were cat ears. The little girl let out a squeal of laughter and the dad gave a chuckle.

"My God, it's like I can feel myself start to ovulate right now."

"I'm feeling something alright. Oh damn, that's definitely a ring on his left hand."

"You weren't seriously considering hitting on him, were you?"

"Of course! Look at his shoes, those aren't from a discount shop. He must be well off, and he's been so sweet with his little girl."

Ginny, who was standing at the far end of the shop and reading a pamphlet about contact lenses while her husband and daughter ran around the store trying on every type of glasses frame, looked skyward and begged the heavens for patience.

It was bad enough what she'd heard the other mums at school pick up saying about Harry being so fit and friendly, how they wished he'd show up a little earlier every day just so they could get the chance to chat him up a bit more.

Harry was a Stay-At-Home dad since Lily was a year old, that was when Ginny had gone back to work so she could live out a few more of her Quidditch glory years before retiring from the profession. Now she was a journalist with the Daily Prophet reporting on Quidditch, sometimes on Gobstones, which is entirely boring in comparison. But the first time that she had to duck out of the office early to get Lily and the boys because Harry was sick, she'd been standing by the entrance to the school and waiting her turn for Lily to come out and there were all these other mums waiting for their kids as well.

And they were talking to each other and kept glancing around wondering where 'Hot Dad' was that day, because he wasn't usually late.

She had wanted to jump into the conversation, she rarely got the opportunity to talk to other mums, not Muggle ones anyhow, and she thought that them discussing 'Hot Dad' would be her opening. Jumping in on gossip conversations were fun.

And she had been moments from jumping into the conversation. But then they started talking about his wild, dark hair, crooked smile and how much they loved that his little girl would go running and leap into his arms when she saw him.

She couldn't jump in and start talking to them then! They'd been drooling over her husband.

When Lily showed up with the other kids in her class and spotted Ginny there it had been awkward enough. The other mums recognized Lily as the daughter of 'Hot Dad', so when she came running at Ginny screaming 'mummy, mummy, mummy', it was obvious who she was.

The mums in the group had given her these sideways appraising looks that Ginny tried to ignore. Then Lily had asked where her dad was and Ginny replied in a very clear voice that 'daddy was feeling a little 'hot' today,' and gave the women a wink.

Ginny got that there was something programmed into women that kicked in when they saw a man with a child, particularly when they were being adorable. He didn't even have to be attractive, if he was cute with his kids then a woman would find him desirable.

And Harry was great with their kids. He was also a fantastic husband, and she completely understood the many reasons that other women found him attractive; in the Muggle or Wizarding world.

But he was her husband.

Shouldn't the ring on his left finger be enough to tell other women to stop swooning?

It made her feel territorial.

But also, it made her want to listen a little more and hear all that they had to say about her man before she went over and made it clear that he was taken.

Apparently, these sales ladies hadn't realized that the three of them had come in together. They hadn't paid her any mind as she'd gone straight for the information about contact lenses, Harry had been describing them to her and wondering about getting them for himself, and she'd thought it sounded disturbing to put something on your eye, so he suggested she read up on them and see what he was talking about.

Ginny liked Harry's glasses too. She knew that he found them a bit frustrating sometimes; like when the kids accidentally broke them, when he accidentally stepped on them, or knocked them off the headboard so they fell behind the bed, or when he walked in from the cold and they fogged up. But still, they were part of who he was, they looked natural on him.

Plus, his eyes were so fucking gorgeous that she wanted to keep them to herself. Because the only time that he wasn't wearing his glasses and you could see the green of his eyes properly was when was when they were in bed together.

She didn't want other women swooning over his eyes as well as everything else about him!

"Think it'd be too bold of me to put my number on his receipt?"

'Number?', Ginny thought over her limited knowledge of Muggle correspondence. She must have been talking about a telephone number, not a street number. Ginny ground her teeth together.

"What if his wife finds the number and just reams you out? She'll know where you work as well!" the other girl pointed out.

The bold one gave a fake whimper. "I'm just so tired of all the guys I've been dating. I want one that's stable, one that knows what he wants and how to treat a girl."

"So, trying to steal one away from someone else is how to get that?"

"Hey, you were swooning over him a moment ago!"

"Yeah, but not to play for keeps. I'm just wondering if he's a good shag. And if his wife has had four kids then he might appreciate a warm body that hasn't got chaos going on downstairs," she snickered.

Ginny couldn't take it anymore; she cleared her throat loudly and the sales ladies gave a jump.

"Oh! Sorry!" the one that wanted to steal her husband for good exclaimed. "I didn't even see you there."

"Yeah, I figured," Ginny told them and put the brochure for contacts back on the counter.

"Did- did you need to get a new stock of contacts?"

"No. My husband mentioned he was considering them. I'm not so convinced."

"Well, I swear by them. So does Nancy," the other one, the one that just wanted Harry to give her a shag, indicated to her coworker.

"We do have a good selection of frames though. If you're going to stick with frames then I really recommend getting the transition ones, you know, that turn into shades in the sun."

That was a new one for Ginny. "How quickly do they change?"

"Almost instantly!" Nancy grinned. "The change back to clear takes a little bit longer, but still, it saves your eyes from sun damage."

Ginny was very interested in the sound of that. "Hey babe," she called across the show room. Harry stopped and turned to look at her, he had Lily in his arms and a pair of bright red and enormous glasses on his face. He looked ridiculous. "Have you heard of transition lenses? The lenses turn into sunglasses outside."

She could see the two salesclerks stiffen up out of the corner of her eye and felt some satisfaction.

"I haven't, that sounds neat. So, that's a no to contacts then?"

"No. Contacts are overrated." Ginny turned back to the salesclerks. "Glasses have always suited you. Why trade in for something you might hate." The ladies had the decency to blush and avert their eyes then.

"Well, Lily and I might need your help picking out new frames then."

Twenty minutes later they had picked out three different sets of glasses so that he would have two spares just in case. It was the one named Nancy that rang them up and handed the paperwork over for when the glasses would be ready for pick up. Ginny took it from her and let her know that she would be the one coming back to pick them up.

"What was that about?" Harry asked her as they left the store, Lily clasping hands with each of them and swinging between them as they went down the sidewalk.

"Girl stuff. Don't worry about it," Ginny dismissed. Harry liked to tease her when she would get jealous. She'd come home after the school pick up incident and asked what the other mums had been like around him and hadn't been pleased when he told her they were all 'super friendly'. Then she'd explained why they were super friendly and then been subjected to all sorts of teasing comments from him for weeks afterwards.

Harry gave her a look of confusion about how picking up his prescription glasses could be considered 'girl stuff', but didn't press.

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