In the end can they just pretend?
Ronald Weasley had hit rock bottom, his life as he knew it was over. He had lost everything. Well not everything, but it felt like the life he had imagined for himself was over. And his family wasn't helping him. Th...
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Ronald Weasley wasn't sure he had been this nervous in regards to anything that had involved Claudia since the very first time he had approached her. When he had asked her to enter this fake relationship, since then things had been so easy. So calm, relaxed and happy. Yet today, today he was full of more anxiety than he thought possible. His hands clenched with sweat, his heart pounded in his chest and he was sure if he spoke in that moment his words would focus as a splutter. Today was the day he intended on asking her on their first official date. Today he wanted to ask her to go on a date with him, a proper one and not one they had fabricated to play a part of a story. He wanted to really show her just how much their relationship meant to him. Just how little he was pretending now.
Knocking upon the office door of which held her name was something he had since become familiar with. It had become a sort of routine now, one of which he would complete most if not all days of the week. He had made himself into a familiar face around the law department, he had made himself someone people recognised due to his link to her. To his Claudia. The muffled tone of her 'come in' would be forever etched into the routine of which he started, and never wanted to finish.
"Mr Weasley of what do I owe this pleasure?" Claudia spoke immediately putting down the documents she had been working on prior. Her attention fully on the person who had entered her little office, the person she had wanted to see all morning but had missed at every opportunity prior to this point.
"I was wondering if the lovely Miss Parkinson was free this evening?" Ron started off in a jokingly formal tone, one of which he knew would get him a reaction out of.
"Well Mr Weasley I would have to ask my dear sister if that is the case." Claudia played along and Ron gave an overdramatic cough to her words.
"Why Miss Parkinson you must be confused, for it is you I dare enquire about." He had hoped the multiple times he had rewatched Pride and Prejudice with Claudia was paying off right about now.
"Well, Mr Weasley I am indeed flattered by your proposal, and I would be delighted to accompany you this evening."
"That's great Claude, I'll pick you up from yours at 8? Go to a movie and then grab dinner?" His idea came out as a question but Ron had already brought the tickets and knew that she would agree to going to see it, Claudia had developed a true love of the muggle cinema and was always looking forward to seeing the next big picture there.
"Sounds amazing Ronald, I'll see you then." Claudia gave a bright smile in response, hoping that she didn't seem overly eager for the idea but knowing that she probably did. She knew that she would have agreed to anything he wanted to do that evening, just because he asked her so. Ronald Weasley was after all her biggest Kryptonite.
8pm that evening drew much slower than Claudia wanted it to. She had spent enough time getting ready but had seemed to have rushed through the entire process and found herself waiting anxiously for the clock in her living room to etch itself closer and closer to the time of which she expected him to arrive. Claudia found herself both excited and a little nervous for the night unsure of what to expect regarding the entire event. She trusted Ron, more than probably any other man she knew, and therefore she knew that he would only organise something that they would both enjoy. A sharp knock on her front door was enough to draw her attention away from the small clock upon the wall she had previously been transfixed upon. Claudia stood from the chair she had been previously sat upon, making her way to the door, not forgetting to stop at the hallway table to pick up a single silver key.
