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Mr. Zabini
*Background*
The Weasleys were blessed to have a large family of many sons however, every son was born a Bearer. Male in apperance and physque but are also very beautiful and graceful and have the ability to have children. These men are very rare. In a few cases these men marry young ladies, however their sexuality is often homosexual. Mrs. Waseley raised them all as daughters and saw to their marrying as that of a woman to a man. (Which means all the boys are gay! YAY! *and they all where dresses*) I have also made small changes to the amount of charactes (Ginny - baby and only girl of the Weasley family), some people I could not place so I have somewhat original characters in those places, and some dialogue changes will and already have been made.
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"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters." (Chapter 1)- Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
Chapter 1
Mr. Zabini
A young man walked slowly through a field reading as he went. It was late in the morning nearly noon and he was getting hungry. Deciding to head home he closed the book and folded it to his breast, and headed through an orchard to a large house in the distance his day gown flowing behind him.
The Borrow, as it was called was the third largest estate in the area, not all regal, or fine, or extravagant but comfortable for the very large family of a slight fortune of £2,000 a year that lived there.
The young man passed through the small garden and climbed down a small ladder onto a floating walking that passed over the small moat that surrounded the house and climbed up again into a busy back yard. He passed an older woman who was feeding clucking chickens, he continued on through a maze of laundry hung out to dry on the many clothes lines and up onto the back porch where he passed the open window of his adopted fathers study. He casually glanced towards it stopping for a moment to observe the exchange happening between Mr. and Mrs. Weasley within.
“My dear Mr. Weasley have you heard?” Mrs. Weasley bustled excitedly “Netherfield Park has let at last.”
“Is that so?” was Mr. Weasley’s response.
“Don’t you want to know who has taken it?” came Mrs. Weasley’s pointed question.
“Well as you wish to tell me, I suppose have no choice in the matter.” Mr. Weasley said with a teasing smile.
At this the young man passed through the open doors into the day kitchen smiling. He set his book down on a nearby window sill, taking in the sound of one of his younger brother playing the piano in the next room. Percy played beautifully and was very serious about music and his studies, though because of his studious air he was cold and critical towards many people who were not like him.
He passed by the doorway into the parlor where Percy was practicing and continued toward the stairs. Under the landing he heard pattering feet and giggling. He looked up to see his older brother nearly run over by the set of laughing twins.
“Fred! George!” the older boy scolded stunned.
“Sorry Ron!” they called not looking back as they were trying to outrun Mrs. Norris the house keeper, whom they most likely had just played a prank on. Mrs. Norris, being very old, gave up chasing term quickly and shaking her head and muttering curses about “those brats” descended the stairs to return to work, pausing only to take the shall from the young man at the food of the stairs.
“How was your stroll Harry dear?”
“Very pleasant, thank you”
And with that Mrs. Norris dipped in an awkward curtsied to the young man and continued on her way listing all the “bloody” things she to do before lunch.
Harry sighed happily to himself as he wandered the halls of his own home. Deciding to spy on his adopted parents’ conversation he took a sharp left and headed toward the study. However by the time he got there Fred and George were already standing near the door silent and listening.
Furious, Harry stomped toward them and nearly knocked over Ginny the very youngest and only girl in the family.
“Fred! George! What have I told you about listening at doors?” Harry whispered angrily.
“Oh shush! Listen!” Fred answered in the same tone. Harry only half listened as he continued.
“Mr. Zabini -” came Mrs. Weasley’s voice from inside the room.
“Why can’t you two set a good example for Ginny?!” Harry scolded in a whisper.
“Shush!” they said together leaning closer.
“-£5,000 a year -” came Mrs. Weasely’s voice again.
“I’m serious you two -”
“- and he’s single to be sure.” Mrs. Weasley finished.
“He's single !” the twins squealed in unison.
“Is he really?” Harry asked leaning in between them to listen as well.
Ron only catching the word “single” approached quietly and asked in a hushed tone. “Who’s single?”
“A Mr. Zabini apparently, he bought Nerterfield Park and he has an income of £5,000 a year.” Harry filled him in.
“Oh my!” Ron gasped joining them, listening at a vacant crack in the door near the hinges. Ginny holding a teddy bear was listening too, though she really didn’t understand, she stood between him and George. They listened in silence.
“I do not see how any of this affects them.” Came Mr. Weasley asked sounding quite bored.
“Upon my word Mr. Weasley! You must know my reason is to have him marry on of them!” Mrs. Weasley followed her husband around the room. She then caught sight of the group listening behind the door and gave them a very disapproving glair but none of them budged.
Mr. Weasley continued “I still don’t see why this is any of my business.” He said opening the door to his study to see almost all of his children gathered there. They all quickly curtsied.
“Good heavens,” he muttered “people!” and continued on his way.
“But Mr. Weasley you must go and meet with him. Immediately!” Mrs. Weasley continued bustling after him lifting the skirts of her day gown up to do her ankles importantly, as she followed him to the parlor. Everyone who had been listening followed too.
“There’s no need.” Mr. Weasley said matter of factly moving towards his reading chair.
“No need! Mr. Bennet! Have you no compassion for my nerves?!” Mrs. Weasley cried putting a hand to her large bosom as if to clutch her heart.
“You mistake me my dear; I have a great deal of compassion for your nerves, as they have been my constant companion these 20 years.”
“Oh please Papa! You must go see him.” Fred wined.
“My dears there is no need for I already have.”
“You’ve what?” They gasped together. “When?”
“I meet him just this morning.” He informed them.
“Is he amiable?” Mrs. Weasley asked girlishly.
“Who?” came Percy’s voice.
“Is he handsome?” George sighed.
“Who?” Percy asked again.
“Oh he’s sure to be handsome!” Fred sighed dancing around the parlor.
“With £5,000 a year it wouldn’t matter if he had warts and a leer.” Harry announced giggling.
“Who’s got warts?” Percy asked confused having missed nearly all of the previous conversation, as he had only quit his piano moments ago because there was far too much noise in the room.
“No one dear.” Mrs. Weasley hushed him.
“Father? Will he be coming to the ball tomorrow?” Fred asked eyed.
There was a pause, a very long one for all of them.
“I believe so.” came the answer.
There were jubilant cries and a rush to borrow ribbons and satin slippers in exchange for chores and returning long ago borrowed things. While Fred and Ron spun around the room negotiating Percy returned to his piano bench, Ginny laughed at the sight of her brothers, Mrs. Weasley rushed forward to hug her husband, and Harry sat on the couch watching it all happen.
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I realize it is very similar to the movie but you'll have to deal untill I'm confident enough to make more changes.
R&R
P.S. I sould I end the story with with a lemon? Wedding night and all?
The Weasleys were blessed to have a large family of many sons however, every son was born a Bearer. Male in apperance and physque but are also very beautiful and graceful and have the ability to have children. These men are very rare. In a few cases these men marry young ladies, however their sexuality is often homosexual. Mrs. Waseley raised them all as daughters and saw to their marrying as that of a woman to a man. (Which means all the boys are gay! YAY! *and they all where dresses*) I have also made small changes to the amount of charactes (Ginny - baby and only girl of the Weasley family), some people I could not place so I have somewhat original characters in those places, and some dialogue changes will and already have been made.
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"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters." (Chapter 1)- Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
Chapter 1
Mr. Zabini
A young man walked slowly through a field reading as he went. It was late in the morning nearly noon and he was getting hungry. Deciding to head home he closed the book and folded it to his breast, and headed through an orchard to a large house in the distance his day gown flowing behind him.
The Borrow, as it was called was the third largest estate in the area, not all regal, or fine, or extravagant but comfortable for the very large family of a slight fortune of £2,000 a year that lived there.
The young man passed through the small garden and climbed down a small ladder onto a floating walking that passed over the small moat that surrounded the house and climbed up again into a busy back yard. He passed an older woman who was feeding clucking chickens, he continued on through a maze of laundry hung out to dry on the many clothes lines and up onto the back porch where he passed the open window of his adopted fathers study. He casually glanced towards it stopping for a moment to observe the exchange happening between Mr. and Mrs. Weasley within.
“My dear Mr. Weasley have you heard?” Mrs. Weasley bustled excitedly “Netherfield Park has let at last.”
“Is that so?” was Mr. Weasley’s response.
“Don’t you want to know who has taken it?” came Mrs. Weasley’s pointed question.
“Well as you wish to tell me, I suppose have no choice in the matter.” Mr. Weasley said with a teasing smile.
At this the young man passed through the open doors into the day kitchen smiling. He set his book down on a nearby window sill, taking in the sound of one of his younger brother playing the piano in the next room. Percy played beautifully and was very serious about music and his studies, though because of his studious air he was cold and critical towards many people who were not like him.
He passed by the doorway into the parlor where Percy was practicing and continued toward the stairs. Under the landing he heard pattering feet and giggling. He looked up to see his older brother nearly run over by the set of laughing twins.
“Fred! George!” the older boy scolded stunned.
“Sorry Ron!” they called not looking back as they were trying to outrun Mrs. Norris the house keeper, whom they most likely had just played a prank on. Mrs. Norris, being very old, gave up chasing term quickly and shaking her head and muttering curses about “those brats” descended the stairs to return to work, pausing only to take the shall from the young man at the food of the stairs.
“How was your stroll Harry dear?”
“Very pleasant, thank you”
And with that Mrs. Norris dipped in an awkward curtsied to the young man and continued on her way listing all the “bloody” things she to do before lunch.
Harry sighed happily to himself as he wandered the halls of his own home. Deciding to spy on his adopted parents’ conversation he took a sharp left and headed toward the study. However by the time he got there Fred and George were already standing near the door silent and listening.
Furious, Harry stomped toward them and nearly knocked over Ginny the very youngest and only girl in the family.
“Fred! George! What have I told you about listening at doors?” Harry whispered angrily.
“Oh shush! Listen!” Fred answered in the same tone. Harry only half listened as he continued.
“Mr. Zabini -” came Mrs. Weasley’s voice from inside the room.
“Why can’t you two set a good example for Ginny?!” Harry scolded in a whisper.
“Shush!” they said together leaning closer.
“-£5,000 a year -” came Mrs. Weasely’s voice again.
“I’m serious you two -”
“- and he’s single to be sure.” Mrs. Weasley finished.
“He's single !” the twins squealed in unison.
“Is he really?” Harry asked leaning in between them to listen as well.
Ron only catching the word “single” approached quietly and asked in a hushed tone. “Who’s single?”
“A Mr. Zabini apparently, he bought Nerterfield Park and he has an income of £5,000 a year.” Harry filled him in.
“Oh my!” Ron gasped joining them, listening at a vacant crack in the door near the hinges. Ginny holding a teddy bear was listening too, though she really didn’t understand, she stood between him and George. They listened in silence.
“I do not see how any of this affects them.” Came Mr. Weasley asked sounding quite bored.
“Upon my word Mr. Weasley! You must know my reason is to have him marry on of them!” Mrs. Weasley followed her husband around the room. She then caught sight of the group listening behind the door and gave them a very disapproving glair but none of them budged.
Mr. Weasley continued “I still don’t see why this is any of my business.” He said opening the door to his study to see almost all of his children gathered there. They all quickly curtsied.
“Good heavens,” he muttered “people!” and continued on his way.
“But Mr. Weasley you must go and meet with him. Immediately!” Mrs. Weasley continued bustling after him lifting the skirts of her day gown up to do her ankles importantly, as she followed him to the parlor. Everyone who had been listening followed too.
“There’s no need.” Mr. Weasley said matter of factly moving towards his reading chair.
“No need! Mr. Bennet! Have you no compassion for my nerves?!” Mrs. Weasley cried putting a hand to her large bosom as if to clutch her heart.
“You mistake me my dear; I have a great deal of compassion for your nerves, as they have been my constant companion these 20 years.”
“Oh please Papa! You must go see him.” Fred wined.
“My dears there is no need for I already have.”
“You’ve what?” They gasped together. “When?”
“I meet him just this morning.” He informed them.
“Is he amiable?” Mrs. Weasley asked girlishly.
“Who?” came Percy’s voice.
“Is he handsome?” George sighed.
“Who?” Percy asked again.
“Oh he’s sure to be handsome!” Fred sighed dancing around the parlor.
“With £5,000 a year it wouldn’t matter if he had warts and a leer.” Harry announced giggling.
“Who’s got warts?” Percy asked confused having missed nearly all of the previous conversation, as he had only quit his piano moments ago because there was far too much noise in the room.
“No one dear.” Mrs. Weasley hushed him.
“Father? Will he be coming to the ball tomorrow?” Fred asked eyed.
There was a pause, a very long one for all of them.
“I believe so.” came the answer.
There were jubilant cries and a rush to borrow ribbons and satin slippers in exchange for chores and returning long ago borrowed things. While Fred and Ron spun around the room negotiating Percy returned to his piano bench, Ginny laughed at the sight of her brothers, Mrs. Weasley rushed forward to hug her husband, and Harry sat on the couch watching it all happen.
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I realize it is very similar to the movie but you'll have to deal untill I'm confident enough to make more changes.
R&R
P.S. I sould I end the story with with a lemon? Wedding night and all?