Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters from Harry Potter. I own the other ones but who gives a shit about them? The Harry Potter books are written by J.K. Rowling.

This is a chaptered fic where Harry never got his letter, he stayed living with the Dursleys and doesn't know he's a wizard. Ron comes in and they form a friendship… More? M for GAYBUTTSEX. Yay.

Harry was just another muggle at the office to Ron, or at least that's what he said to himself.

Ron hadn't asked for this stupid, stupid job, working in a muggle office at some stupid place. It was supposed to be 'research' for The Ministry but it wasn't anything but payback for the slight mishap with the boggle infection in Worcester. He'd just accidentally but bogie…. How was he to know they'd send out the whole bogie monster defence team out? Fuck, he didn't even know what that was.

Still, it had perks. Like that raven haired muggle boy who he shared a desk with in the smelly open plan office. Though he wouldn't admit that to himself…

Harry was grateful of the job that had let him become independent. He'd been living with the Dursleys until he was 17, when they kicked him out for being lazy and not having a job, despite his lack of qualifications as they'd not let him take sixth form. He'd spent some time at a friends, going to night school, and wound up with this job thing. He wasn't sure what it was, he kind of just sat around typing up what was put in front of him. He had a good time talking to the guy he shared a desk with, Ron. He seemed a little odd and never got culture references, but he was funny and kind of cute.. Harry doubted he liked him, his past boyfriends had seemed pretty desperate and no one really wanted a orphan with housing problems.