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Take It Slow

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Take It Slow by icegirl99

Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Author's Notes: Ok I have to admit this is turning out to have much more of a plot then I originally intended, so now I can say that I have a pretty good idea where this is going to go. Hope you're enjoying it so far and Part 4 will be ready either later today or early tomorrow.  

Ron reached the building in less than ten minutes, “you need to fix your tie Harry.”

“Oh,” Harry absentmindedly reached up and flipped open the mirror on the sun-visor. He fiddled with it, his hands shaking. 

“Here,” Ron sighed and straightened it. He gave his lover one last glance before opening his door and stepping out.

Harry let Ron lead the way into the building. “Good morning, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter,” the receptionist greeted them. 

“Hello, Julie,” Ron replied, Harry just nodded. “Liven up a little mate,” Ron whispered to him as they entered the elevator.

Harry gave him a weak smile before pushing the sixth floor button. 

The elevator dinged and then opened to reveal a long hallway, Harry and Ron exited the elevator and headed right to the end of the hallway into a large room filled with fifty or so cubicles.

Harry was about to take a seat in his when Ron grabbed his arm, “I told you, you’re going to see Jim even if I have to drag you.” 

“Fine!” Harry hissed, but he wretched his arm from Ron’s grip, “but the last thing I need is for you to drag me in there.”

“Alright then, I’ll just…get to work then,” Ron turned and walked towards his cubicle. 

Harry sighed and started off in the direction of their supervisor’s office. Reaching it he knocked, “come in,” came Jim’s reply.

“Hello, Mr. Winter,” Harry said as brightly as he could manage. 

“Ah, Mr. Potter! Please sit down.” Jim, who was a large pleasant man with light skin and dark hair, gestured to a brown leather chair in front of his desk.

Harry nervously sat down. “What can I do for you?” Jim asked.

Harry shuffled his feet, “um, well…you know Ed, um Mr. Baker?”

“Yes,” Jim said, “what about him?” 

Harry’s heart rate was so quick he wondered if it would jump out of his chest any second. “He’s been sexually harassing me.” Harry’s face turned bright red as he spoke, forcing him to turn away from his boss’s gaze.

Jim’s expression hardened, “how long has this been going on for?” 

“A couple days,” Harry said quietly.

“And has he been using words or advances?”

“Both,” Harry turned away, “he tried to kiss me yesterday.”

Jim suddenly shuffled some papers sitting in front of him, “thank you Mr. Potter, I’ll have a word with him and we’ll most certainly be keeping an eye on him from now on.” 

Harry nodded, “thanks.” He rose from the chair and exited the office.

As he made his way back to his cubicle, Harry tried to get a glimpse of Ron so that he could see that Harry needed to talk to him, but Ron’s back was turned and he was on the phone with a customer. 

Sighing he sat down and glanced at the clock, 9:30. He flipped the on switch on his computer wishing that he’ll make to three o’clock without having to see or speak to Ed.

At twelve the lunch bell rang, “damn it!” Harry muttered as he realized that both he and Ron had forgotten to bring lunches. 

“You want to go to the McDonald’s across the street mate?” Harry turned at the sound of Ron’s voice.

“We only have an hour,” he replied.

“That’s more than long enough,” Ron told him.

Harry shrugged, “okay then.” He and Ron walked out of the room and pushed the button to call the elevator. 

“Weasley, Potter,” Harry’s blood boiled at the sound of Ed Baker’s cool voice.

“I think I’ll take the stairs,” Harry said without turning around. “I’ll see you downstairs Ron.”

Ron watched as Harry wretched open the door to the stairs, he was just about to follow him when the elevator opened and Ed practically shoved him into it. “Hey, watch where you’re going!” Ed ignored him, he just smirked.

It wasn’t until the elevator started moving did Ron notice that Ed stood so close him, “so any special plans for tonight?” 

“What?” Ron turned and Ed backed away, just slightly, the grin still plastered on his large face. “I don’t know, but if I were you I’d keep that fat mouth of mine shut.”

“What did you just say to me?!” Ed challenged. 

“You heard me,” Ron said, thankfully the elevator came to a stop and opened otherwise Ron might’ve flattened the man’s nose.

Harry watched from beside the front desk as Ron stalked out of the elevator. “How can you stand that asshole?” he asked as Ron walked up beside him.

“If the elevator hadn’t stopped when it did I would’ve punched his face in. I swear the fucking nerve of that guy!” Ron shook his head and grabbed the door handle. They exited the building and crossed the street for lunch.

It was around two when Ron’s phone rang, “hello this is Conestoga Enterprises, my name is Ron Weasley how may I help you today?” 

“Ron! It’s about time I got put through to one of you,” Hermione’s voice was on the other end.

“Hermione, what’s going on?” 

“Well, the ER’s been really busy, we’re only just now getting our lunch and I’ve been thinking about you and Harry all day. How’d it go with your boss?”

Ron lowered his voice, “I finally managed to get him to go in on his own. He told me that Jim said that he would talk to Ed and that they’d be keeping an eye on him from now on.”

“That’s it?”

“Apparently,” Ron said. 

“Well that’s not good enough! Harry said that this is happening behind closed doors, when no one else is around.”

“I know; Ed tried some of it on me today in the elevator when I was heading down to meet Harry for lunch. I wouldn’t let it get to me though, at least in the way that Harry lets it get to him.”

Hermione laughed, she knew what Ron meant. “Now Ron, you will not get fired for knocking this guy out!”

“Don’t worry Hermione, I won’t, at least not at the moment,” he grinned.

“How’s Harry?”

“Alright, for now, we’ve only got an hour left today.”

“That’s good, listen I’m getting paged, I got to go. I won’t be home until around six so have dinner ready. Love you, bye.” Ron heard the click of the receiver before the line went dead. 

Sighing, he looked at the clock, 2:15, only forty-five minutes left before they got to go home for the weekend.