Prompt: Work
Words: 100
AN: Before you read, please bear in mind I've been told several times this week to keep my mind out of the gutter… be warned, I've ignored all advice! xxx
Ginny didn't love the housework. Her mother had trained her well, and it was something she was used to, but she didn't love it. This however, was something else.
She had gotten home from Christmas shopping to find Harry in their kitchen cooking dinner. It was all laid out on the table: dishes of steaming hot food, candles lit and music drifting in from the living room radio. Harry was washing the used dishes at the sink, his back to her, her view unencumbered as he swayed to the Christmassy tunes.
He wore nothing but an apron and a smile.