Word Count: 100
A/N: Written for harryron100
“What were you two doing in there?”
Harry and Ron paused in the doorway, hearts in their throats. Harry recovered first.
“Laundry,” he said quickly.
Dean smirked and continued into the kitchen. Seamus scowled irritably and followed, muttering something about never using the washing machine again.
When both boys were out of earshot, Ron let out a relieved sigh. “That was close. If they’d caught us, they’d have never let us near the laundry room again.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Ron, if they knew what we did on the kitchen table last week, they’d kick us out of the house!”