Attitude is a translated version of 'Asennevamma' (there's a link on my profile). The original ficlet was written for a private challenge. It was supposed to be something about snow, maybe skiing, but eventually I got stuck in the idea about Harry making a poor excuse of a snowman. Leo is a year, year and a half, now.

Again, thanks to Misery-loathes-Company and Jolandina for their wonderful help with the translation :3

Warning: Mention of Mpreg — Leo is Harry and Ron's biological son!

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the Potters, not me. I'm just playing with them. Don't sue!




"Dada! Dada!"

"Leo, take it easy. It's only a snowman."

Ron grabbed his son and stroked his back to calm him down. He had to admit, though, Leo wasn't the only one scared out of his wits by the huge snowman in their garden.

"Dad must've made it while we were in the park."


"Yes, snowman. Why don't we look a bit closer?"

It was more like a snow mountain, just vaguely resembling a human form. Ron snorted aloud, while strolling to the other side of the colossus.

"Look, nothing to be afraid of," Ron assured. "Poke."

Leo poked the snowman clumsily with his mitten covered fingers. He giggled happily. "Snow Man."

Ron grinned. It was fortunate that Leo was small enough to appreciate Harry's crooked and half-hearted attempt at a masterpiece.

The toddler flailed his arms to get to the ground. He padded around the vast snowman, prodding it every now and then. He circled it twice, before the front door opened.

"Where's Grams' sweetheart?"

"Here!" Ron yelled.

"Granny!" Leo cried at the same time.

Molly rolled her eyes to Ron and crouched to hoist her grandson up.

"Granny's sweet littl— why on Earth have you got wet mittens on your hands? And your hat is askew, too!"

"We were in the park," Ron explained stepping closer, "and the mittens got wet as Leo was trying to find out what exactly that lump in the middle of the garden is trying to resemble."

"Hey!" Harry protested, appearing from behind the corner. Ron threw him a shameless smirk.

"Hello, Harry," Molly greeted, before steering Leo inside to warm up.

Harry stopped right in front of Ron, crossing his arms on his chest.

"You were saying?"

"Just that it's quite small for a snow mountain."

"It's not a mountain!" Harry objected. "It's—"

"Snow! Man!" Leo's chiming voice echoed from inside, before Molly pushed the door closed.

Harry's grin was triumphant. "You hear that? Even a small child understands what's good and what's not. I think you've got a bad attitude."

"Bad attitude, my ass!" Ron snorted, pushing his cold fingers under Harry's coat. "There's nothing wrong with my attitude."

"On the other hand, Leo has always preferred me from the two of us," Harry continued, cool as a cucumber, wrapping his arms around an unsuspecting Ron.

"Pfft, it was me who carried him all nine months through, so I'm entitled to be the favourite Dad," Ron grumbled in Harry's ear, pulling him closer. "But you'll always be my favourite adult."

"Is that so?" Harry hummed, tilting his head as Ron's lips found his neck.

"Abso-fucking-lutely," Ron whispered against the chilled skin.

"Happy to hear it," Harry said before cramming a half-melted snowball under Ron's collar.

Ron screamed, hopping apart from Harry and shaking his coat like a madman.

"Frigging cold!"

"Makes you appreciate true art!" Harry laughed.

"Bloody hell! Now it's already under my—"

"Ronald Weasley!"

"Potter," Harry and Ron said in unison, spinning around towards Molly who was peeking from the narrow gap of the door.

"Yes, yes, sorry. It's so hard to remember. But still, you are not to use that kind of language around children!" she continued without missing a pace. "Dinner is on the table, come in."

She disappeared inside, closing the door behind her. Ron didn't follow her, but pressed his body flush against Harry's.

"You're so lucky you're so cute," he murmured.

"Cute?" Harry cried out, but then Ron's lips were back on his neck.

"Very much so. And you taste good, too."

"Mmh, thank you, Mr Potter."

"You're welcome, Mr Potter."


End Notes:

If you read it, review it, please :)

There will be one more ficlet in this entry, and while it will be shorter than this one, it will be Rated as Mature ;) So, maybe something goody to wait :P

About the reviews on earlier ficlet...

alykat14: This one is indeed a bit longer, but not that much. To me, a ficlet is under 1,000 words, or even under 500 words, but I think that in English it means longer stories. I'm not sure, since I think I've never understood the definition correctly :D To me a drabble is exactly 100 words, but I've seen English "drabbles" that are maybe 357 words long — to me they would be ficlets. Hmm, interesting comparison, but maybe not the right time or place for it :P Thanks for reviewing :3

Spice of Life: I'm sorry you had to wait for so long :( But here it is, at least! Hope you liked this one, too :)

Guest: Yeah, it's very gay LOL XD Good point, though! :P