Unwritten
Rated M: Language
They had an unwritten rule at the office. They basically ignored each other. Oh, they ran across each other in the occasional meeting and during different events, but they only briefly nodded at each other. They never touched, they never smiled, and no one ever suspected that they were so much more than co-workers.
It had started easily enough at the market of all places. He had been trying to determine the difference between pasta noodles for a meal his mother wanted to cook when she had walked up on him in the aisle. "Granger," he had said with a nod.
"Malfoy," she had replied with the equivalent.
She hadn't moved, but had stood patiently as if she wanted him to say something else. "Did you need something Granger?" he asked.
"Um, yes."
He sighed. "Well get on with it then Granger. What do you want? Need me to sign a petition or something?"
She smirked at him. "No Malfoy. I just wanted to grab that box of penne that is in front of you, but I thought it might be rather rude to reach around you."
Draco closed his eyes and snorted. "Of course, you are after the pasta that I am so rudely blocking. The penne, you said?"
"Yes, that box just there Malfoy."
"I'm a right git, aren't I?" he asked while handing her the box of pasta.
"Always have been," she grinned at him brushing his fingers as he handed her the box.
"You look good Granger," he said without letting go of the box.
She blushed sweetly. "Well it is Friday night and I've been at work all day so I doubt you speak the truth, but I'll accept the compliment."
He smiled at her. "Malfoy?"
"Yes Granger?"
"May I have the box of pasta now?"
He eyed her carefully. He couldn't believe he was really about to ask her this question, but he couldn't prevent himself. "Only if I can come have a taste of whatever it is you're cooking."
"Inviting yourself over Malfoy?"
"Seems so."
"It should be ready by eight."
"I'll floo over if you'll allow me."
"The floo will be open. The address is Primrose Place number 9."
He grinned at her and placed the pasta in her basket. "I'll see you at eight Granger. I'll bring the wine and dessert."
"I don't care for anything red," she said with a sly smile and strolled away from him.
That dinner had led to another and they had ended up fucking loudly on the couch after a little too much wine. That liaison had led to one of them in the others bed nearly every night of the week. When they weren't fucking like rabbits they were discussing projects and ideas. They were both brilliant and it didn't take long for a more intense relationship to form. The unwritten rule remained though, regardless of how they felt for each other. A relationship between them would never be accepted.
"I wish you would at least tell me where you are going," Ginny said with a sigh.
"I can't tell you and I won't tell you Gin. I'm only a ring away on my mobile if you go into labor or something. I need this trip Gin and I need this trip with him."
Ginny Potter nee Weasley shook her head slowly. "I just wish you would tell me who it is Hermione. After all this time with him I could deal with who he is, believe it or not. Especially since he makes you so happy."
Hermione shook her head. "None of you could accept the relationship Gin. I know you couldn't and I can't expect that of you, any of you."
Ginny frowned. "Well enjoy your trip.
"Thanks Gin. Call me if you need anything," she said wrapping the woman in a hug.
"Hermione," Ginny said as she walked with the young woman to the front door of her apartment. "Give Malfoy my love alright."
Hermione's eyes widened. "Gin, I…"
Ginny held up her hand and grinned. "I hope he fucks you raw this weekend Hermione. This baby has put a damper on my sex life, but I hope you have more orgasms than you have ever had before!"
Hermione turned bright red. "Ginny Potter!"
"Be safe Hermione. Floo when you get back, yeah?"
FIN