Based on Prompt 8:
Harry was in his kitchen preparing dinner for the night. Ever since Fleur had gotten pregnant, she had been increasingly hungry; she also never quite lost her disdain for English food. "Shitty English food", she would often remark. Harry smiled at the memory and wondered where she learned that curse word from. At the moment, Fleur waddled into the room as she glared at her husband.
"'Arry! Zis baby is 'ungry! She wants some of that shitty English food," Fleur yelled at her husband.
"Nope, we're not having any of that 'shitty English food'" Harry replied, trying not to laugh. "Tonight, we're having burritos!"
"Burritos?" Fleur asked with a frown. "What is zat? More of your shitty English food?"
"Trust me, you'll love it!" Harry said with a laugh as he set the table. After Fleur settled into a chair, she took her first bite of this 'burrito'. Her eyes widened and she wolfed down the burrito with gusto. Harry laughed at the sight and thought to himself, "Victory."
After dinner, Harry carried his pregnant wife and set her on the sofa where she wrapped herself up in a blanket and began reading one of her favorite books.
"You know, love, you all wrapped up in a blanket like that makes you look like a burrito..." Harry said with a smile,
"I think I'll call you 'Fleurrito'..."
Harry laughed as he dodged a pillow thrown at him by his wife.
Later, Harry met up with his best friend Ron who was working at the joke shop. Ron looked at Harry as walked in and asked, "How was your weekend?
Harry replied with a grin, "Fantastic! We made a Fleurrito on Sunday.