Where the heck is my burrito, Potter

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Harry hadnt meant to steal your leftovers. He saw them in the fridge and he was hungry, so he ate them. He hadnt meant to make you so mad. He didn't know you wanted them that badly.

There were a lot of things Harry hadn't meant to do.

It had gotten to the point where every time you put leftovers in the fridge, you had to write your name on the container.  And even then, you would sometimes come home to a fridge deprived of whatever left over snack you had been looking forward to all day.

But today, you had had a particularly tough day at work, and really just wanted to sit down on the couch, curl up in a blanket, and eat the half burrito you had put in the fridge last night after going out for muggle food with your boyfriend.

However, when you opened the fridge, you were met not with the comforting sight of aluminum foil in the shape of half a cylinder, but rather with a crinkled up ball of the silver metal sheet, haphazardly thrown near the back of the fridge.

"HARRY POTTER" you scream.

"Yes, love?" Harry answers innocently.

"Where is my freaking burrito"

"Your what?"

"MY LEFT OVERS, HARRY. WHERE ARE MY LEFTOVERS"

Harry points to his stomach.

You groan. "Babe, ive had a really bad day today. I was really looking forward to that"

"Oh im sorry, Y/N. How about we go to the couch and I'll read to you or something"

And thats exactly what you do.

As youre drifting off to sleep, Harry presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"Now this is better than leftovers, right?" he asks softly.

"You still owe me a burrito"

Ok am i the only one that reads these reader inserts with only one or two characters and when i read them with anyone else i feel like im cheating on my usual characters?

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