For the Love of Cheesecake
Summary: Cheesecakes aren't worth eaten alone.
Disclaimer: You know the deal. I don't own those awesome characters. Besides, I'm not richer than the Queen.
A/N: One-Shot, Post-Hogwarts

Muggle New York. Year 2016.

The atmosphere that day was surprisingly stiff. It wasn't one of those normal days where toddlers could be seen loitering around or celebrities wearing dark, over-sized shades.
This day was different.
Well, at least it was, for Hermione.

Hermione sat rather uncomfortably on her favorite bamboo stool at a tiny pastry shop near her apartment. She nervously looked around and her eyes finally settled on her quivering hand. She then found the small silver fork immensely interesting.
The cold slice of blueberry cheesecake on her plate was entirely forgotten.

It's been exactly ten years since Muggle-born witches and wizards weren't allowed to practice their craft and were banned from the wizarding world. It wasn't easy for Hermione, a Muggle-born, compared to surviving Snape's Potions class. She hesitantly began a new life at her least expected place. New York City. Living alone definitely isn't her cup of tea and her monotonous job as a private bookkeeper didn't even help at all.

She currently finds herself scratching the back of her right hand. She missed her wand. She couldn't forget how Draco Malfoy confiscated her wand and turned it over to the Ministry.
Draco Malfoy.
She narrowed her eyes as a vivid image entered her mind. His piercing, silver orbs. She also couldn't forget how those tiny platinum discs passed her a message that could definitely last for a decade.

Hermione started to fidget on her seat again. She tried to compose her shuddering body but it was no use. The cheesecake's enticing aroma didn't even interrupt her wandering thoughts. She tried to fight off that feeling that it wasn't worth the wait. No matter how delectable the cheesecake looked.

Miss Granger..

She jerked on her seat as the waiter softly called her.

Someone left this for you, Miss.

Slowly, she reached for the small brown package. She mumbled her thanks as sweaty fingers pried the package open. A note fell out:

It's the tenth year, Granger. Hopefully, as you read this, you recall my silent message. The Light had won, Granger, just as you suspected it. Your calculations were right. It would be over in a decade and fate granted your wish. Now, I believe that fate would give me a second chance. It's my turn, Hermione. Meet me tonight. At your place. 7 sharp.
-D.M.
P.S.
I believe that this belongs to you.

Her eyes started to moist as she tore the remaining brown paper. Her hand wouldn't itch anymore. She finally got her wand back. Tears trickled down her pale cheeks and a faint smile graced her lips. A toddler then was running around her table, shouting with glee.
She glanced back at her forgotten cheesecake. Tension left her as she inhaled deeply. She finally has someone to share this piece of heaven.