Warnings:Pure silly drabble and Harry wears a dress... I'm not sure were this idea came from *g*
Disclaimer:I want to own them but I don't.
betaed by no one so be kind...
Ron walked into the sunny kitchen and felt everything inside him freeze up. His eyes darkened as he slowly inspected every inch of Harry at the stove.
"Well...I'm following Molly's recipe" Harry replied as a light blush stained his cheeks.
"She said to wear a dress while cooking?" he asked while feeling his slacks start to tighten.
"Yes...she wrote that wearing a nice dress and fixing your favorite meal is the way to your mans heart."
"Oh...mm I'm sure she wrote that about dad."
"Don't you like me in a dress?"
"Let me show you how much" growled Ron.
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