A/N: This one kind or matches the last one - not intentional, but it happened.
Prompt #40: 8/17/17
452 words, according to Google docs.
"Malfoy," Ginny warned for the second time that day. "Don't throw that out. We can find uses for it, you know." Draco turned to face the redhead, eyes wide with disbelief.
"But Weasley, this is an old soup can!" He held it up, the lid flapping almost pathetically in the dusty light. She snatched it from him, placing it on the counter.
"You never know," she said, spooning stale beans into her mouth. She placed her now-empty can beside his before picking up a broom, sweeping a few crumbs to the side. "Can you take out the laundry while I clean up?" she asked, not looking up. There was an awkward pause, and when Ginny looked up, she saw the tall blond awkwardly shuffling his feet.
"Um, I - "
"You don't know how to fold laundry?" she asked incredulously, momentarily stopping her sweeping.
"Well, I never needed to in the past," he said defensively. "It's not exactly something we did at home." Rolling her eyes, Ginny tossed the broom in a corner and motioned for him to follow her. She exited the room and entered another smaller one, kneeling to tap something with her wand. A small door opened and the scent of freshly-washed clothes wafted through.
"There's quite a simple spell," she said, glancing up at him. "But we can't use it here because it would interfere with wards or something - Bill didn't go into details."
"So I'll have to do it manually?"
"Yeah. It's how my mum did it anyway, so I know how." She gestured to a spot next to her. "Come on - you'll never learn if you stand there." Draco approached her warily and knelt, hands stuffed firmly in his pockets.
"So, where do I start?" he asked uncertainly. Ginny lifted the first item off the pile - a shirt - and led Draco's hands through the necessary motions. The product was a somewhat messy, somewhat rumpled, and very unprofessional. Sighing, Ginny shook out the shirt and did it again.
"This is a waste of time," Malfoy finally complained, leaning back on his haunches and staring woefully at the small pile of haphazardly-stacked clothes in front of him. Ginny sighed and rolled her eyes.
"You'll never learn if you don't try it enough," she pointed out, before grabbing another shirt and folding it neatly.
"I don't know how you do it." He was eyeing the shirt she had just placed on the pile next to her with something akin to envy - but Malfoys didn't care about such trivial and mundane things as folding clothes, did they?
"Practice," she responded curtly, picking up another. She heard her companion let out a soft whoosh of air.
"What a waste of time," he murmured.