A/N: written for the wonderful Dulce-de-leche-go ~

Wonton Wrappers , Muggle AU

"Thanks for stopping in. See you next time." Hermione waved politely as a party of five walked out the door.

The dinner crowd was slowly dwindling, and the end of her shift couldn't come quickly enough. The phone trilled shrilly, cutting through the C-pop that warbled from the speakers.

"Thank you for calling Draco's Magic Wok, how can I help you?" Hermione chirped.

"Er, yes– hello? Hello? Sorry, my reception is spotty at the best of times." Tom slightly paused, adjusting his voice a bit more. "Did you say, this is the restaurant's name is Draco's Magic Kok?"

Hermione blushed furiously. She answered primly, "No, sir. You've called Draco's Magic Wok."

"Draco's Magic Wok." He repeated slowly. "I see. What type of cuisine do you serve? "

She pulled the phone away from her ear and frowned at it, confused. Draco's Magic Wok was a popular trendy establishment, located in the heart of the city. It was well known, and whoever was calling must be from out of town. Or from out of the country.

"Er, Chinese."

"Do you offer Take Away? "

"One moment, sir. I have another customer. " Hermione adjusted the phone so it was cradled in the crook of her neck. Tom could hear her soft voice through his phone's speaker as she spoke to the person on the other end. "Hello…Sorry what table number were you seated at? Fifteen… Got it. Your total is $35.92, and… Oh, thanks. May I see your I.D.? Sign this copy please…annnnd this is your copy. Have a nice evening."

There was another pause as Hermione adjusted the phone. "Hello? I'm really sorry about that. But yes, we do have Take Away."

"No problem. Great, I'd like to place an order for Take Away, please."

"Sure thing." There was a sight scuffle as she dug out a pen from underneath the Reservations book. "Alright, I'm ready for your order."

"I'd like a steak, medium rare. Do you have buffalo? Actually, you know what? Just beef is fine. And–"

"Excuse me, sir?" She interrupted, trying to sound apologetic. " I'm sorry, we don't serve steak here. Buffalo or otherwise. Just Chinese food."

"Oh. I see. My mistake. I'd like to order a medium pepperoni pizza with mushrooms, garlic –" Tom said earnestly.

Maybe this man was out of his mind, she thought.

"Sir, we also don't serve pizza here. Or pasta. Just Chinese food. So if you want Lo Mein, or Broccoli and Beef, we could get that started for you."

Tom held back a chuckle. "Alright. I guess I'll have a bacon cheese burger and wedge cut fries. Wait! Could you make that chili cheese wedge cut fries, instead?"

Hermione scrubbed her face, and tried to her best to not sound irritated. She had had a long day and this phone call was trying her patience.

"I'm sorry, sir. We also don't serve burgers and fries. Just the Chinese food." She ground out. "If you like, you could browse our website and take a look at the menu. I'll be happy to give you the web address, and you could call us back when you're ready to order."

"No, no. It's fine. Do you have chocolate maki?" Tom asked, snorting laughter.

There was a long pause before …

"…Thomas Marvalo Riddle! Is that you on the line? I swear– this is NOT funny. Thomas. Thomas! TOM!" Hermione screeched. Tom could hear Hermione walking, most likely seeking refuge the Waiters' area.

"What have I said about calling me at work? Never call me at work, Tom! This is not funny! I'm being serious!" Tom was outright laughing now.

Hermione stomped her foot. "I'm not bringing home dinner for you tonight. What the hell! Unbelievable asshat." She pressed the end button furiously, disconnecting the call.

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