Response to "sharing a cheesecake" drabble prompt.

All characters and their origins property of J.K. Rowling. Hermione is 18 or older unless otherwise stated.

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Hermione let out a frustrated sound as she flopped over in bed for probably the fifteenth time in the last half hour. Sleep just wouldn't come. Looking at the clock and sighing, she got up and headed to the kitchen for a cup of tea. She was surprised and a little embarrassed to find the kitchen wasn't unoccupied; she hadn't bothered with a housecoat over her worn tank top and mismatched pajama pants. Any normal person would be in bed at 4am, not sitting at the kitchen table, eyes closed and moaning softly, lips pursed around a fork full of–

"Is that cheesecake?" Hermione asked incredulously, startling Sirius out of his culinary reverie.

He opened his eyes and slowly dragged the fork from between his lips, raising an eyebrow at the young witch standing barefoot in his kitchen. She looked too enticing with her curls in disarray, her shoulder and neck bare except for the tiny straps of her tank top. He licked his lips and smirked sexily, "Not just cheesecake, love. Eileen's Special cheesecake, from Manhattan." He scooped another forkful and paused teasingly before taking a bite, "Want some?"