AN: At first, I was writing this with a whole other plot line intended but this came out instead. This reminds me of a scene from Howl's Moving Castle. Kuddos if you know the scene I'm referring to! Happy Readings!

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Cleaning

Lily was performing her routine house work while her husband was away on Auror work. She enjoyed the feeling of the broom in her hand as she swept the floor, the wet cloth under her fingertips as she wiped countertops and tables and the sensation of accomplishment of a clean home when she was through. Cleaning allowed her to take her mind off things occurring in the outside world. Cleaning muggle style took time, consequently permitting Lily more time to escape from reality.

Putting elbow grease in scrubbing pots and pans allowed Lily to alleviate stress and tension that piled up in her mind and thoughts as the days of war prolonged. Growing up, Lily never understood why her mother enjoyed cleaning. As a child, Lily had always viewed it as another chore that needed to be done. It was when Lily and James were married and bought their first house did Lily find herself cleaning when she grew worried.

Finished working in the kitchen, Lily found herself in the bathroom, scrubbing the walls of the shower. It was in bad shape. Day after day of James coming home from work in dirt and filth was really taking its toll on the shower. Lily whistled along with the muggle radio as she mindlessly rearrange the endless amount of bottles that had accumulated and once she was satisfied everything looked in perfect order, made her way towards the sink and mirror.

Lily had just finished vacuuming the dining room when she heard a POP and knew her husband was home.

James, upon noticing his wife, smiled, as he walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her.

"Hey, beautiful." He placed a delicate kiss behind her ear.

"James, you smell. Go take a shower." James chuckled, perfectly aware of his stench. Moody was alerted of a Death Eater meeting and wanted them to investigate further, which resulted in sneaking in the sewer lines. James unwrapped himself from Lily and walked towards the bathroom.

"Oh, and welcome home, honey!" Lily called when she heard the bathroom door closed. Lily powered off the vacuum, pleased with her work and settled on fixing dinner next.

Lily was about ten minutes in making stew when a loud scream was heard from the bathroom, followed by a door opening and closing shut and James, wrapped in only a towel, appeared in the kitchen, sopping wet. Lily noticed the shower was still running.

"Lily, what did you do?" His voice was full of panic and Lily was thoroughly confused.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Lily turned around, facing her husband, taking note of how toned his muscles were.

"Someone messed with my shampoo and conditioner bottles. I had my stuff right where I wanted them and guess what? When I went to grab my shampoo bottle, unbeknownst to me, I grabbed my conditioner and started doing my hair. Conditioner, Lily! You never put conditioner on first! Do you know how hard it is to make my hair this soft and smo- Stop laughing, Lily! This is serious! How else am I so supposed to seduce you if my hair isn't perfect?" Lily sides were hurting, she was laughing so hard. Tears were streaming from her eyes as she laughed at her ridiculous but oh so adorable husband.

"James, do you really think it was your hair that seduced me?" Lily whipped the tears away, clearing up her vision. She noticed a smirk was on her husband face.

"Well, that and other aspects of me." He winked suggestively for added emphasis. It didn't at all help he was still wearing just a towel. Lily blushed, understanding perfectly where he was suggesting.

"I'm sorry, James. I was cleaning the bathroom and might have rearranged some of your stuff, perhaps. I'm sure your hair will survive." She ran her hands through his hair to prove her point. Her eyes widened at the touch. Lily withdrew her hand, looked at James with a sheepish smile and added, "Maybe?"

And another scream filled the household.