He flashed her a charming smile, then moved up from the chair to wrap his arms slowly around her waist. "Leave those," he politely ordered, whispering the words into her ear. "I'll take care of it later, love. I...you're welcome to stay, of course, if you'd fancy it, but I'd rather not wake you with another nightmare should it come back. They like to do that, you realize."
What was it with Weasleys and doing work like this? Ginny had just automatically started washing the dishes, and in his house, nonetheless. "You won't fool Mum into thinking you're a society lady if you're caught cleaning up after yourself," he chastised lightly, his tone conversational all the while.