A/N: As I've said before, I apologize in advance for this snippet. It all arises from those television ads for products and such. Just… don't ask.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the product used here.
Ginny was awakened by the sound of the door shutting down in the kitchen. She felt beside her to find her husband gone. Puzzled, half-asleep, she stumbled down the stairs and into the kitchen.
She found said husband rummaging through a plastic market bag on the counter. Harry, seeing her come in, looked up and grinned.
"What, may I ask, are you doing?"
Harry returned to his rummaging. Ginny leaned against the door frame, eyebrow raised.
"Ah-hah!" Harry shouted triumphantly, and pulled a small cardboard box out of the bag.
"Harry… is that ointment?"
The box was red, with large yellow letters on it, proclaiming, 'PREFER-ON'.
She took the box he handed her, reading the bolded headline across the top.
'Prefer-on: Apply directly to scars'.
A/N: Might have been done before, I don't know. I… yeah.