A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Assignment #11 Fashion, textiles, and Tailoring Task #3 - Nylon: Write about a shortage of something
Word Count: 441
Warning: slight Ron bashing
"Ronald Weasley!" Hermione screamed from the bathroom. Ron looked up from the broom catalog he'd been looking at. He had been debating between the Nimbus 3000 and the Wagner Elf 65. So far, he liked the look of the Nimbus, but the speed of the Elf.
"Ron!" Hermione yelled again. Ron sighed, putting the catalog down on the sofa.
"What now?" he asked, walking to the bathroom door.
"Where are all the towels!"
"In the laundry where you left them," Ron answered, rolling his eyes. The couple had four nice large red and gold towels. They had been a wedding gift from his mum. Currently, all four were sitting in the laundry basket waiting for someone, Hermione in Ron's opinion, to wash them.
"Really? All four of them?" Hermione's voice asked. Ron tried turning the knob, but found it locked.
"You haven't done laundry this week," Ron answered. "Why do you lock the door when you take a shower anyway?"
"What the bloody – never mind, can you please scorgify one of the towels and bring it here?"
"Fine, fine, but you said you'd wash them this weekend, and you didn't."
"You took me to three Quidditch games, and then dinner, and then we stayed at the Burrow because you wanted to catch up with the twins. When did I have time to do it?" Hermione asked. Ron shrugged and picked up one of the towels. He quickly scorgified it, pretending he hadn't accidentally scorched one of the corners. Hermione could probably fix it, right?
"Here, 'Mione," he said, knocking on the door. Hermione opened the door a crack, grabbed the towel and shut the door before Ron had gotten even a glimpse of her naked body. He shook his head.
"Mental that one," he muttered, returning to the catalog He was pretty sure he was going to order the Elf. It was the faster of the two. Now the biggest problem was figuring out where to hide it from Hermione, since she was still on the brilliant idea of spending their small money on boring practical things; like the fact she kept saying they should maybe buy more towels.
Ron figured if she washed them more regularly, they had plenty. A new broom was a much better investment. If he could fly that much faster, maybe he could finally get a place on a team. He smiled at that thought, ignoring Hermione's complaining about his lack of domestic skills coming from the other room. Yes, he was going to get the Elf. He could always hide it at the Burrow, or with Ginny, or anywhere other than this flat.