The Taming of the Shrew- Hogwarts style
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chapter 2
Dudley and Harry sat in a pub, drinking. Dudley looked fabulous in wizard regalia, outfitted as teachers often were. They were trying to figure out how to get Pansy married.
“You can convince Bianca in a second to marry you, but you won’t be able to do anything about it if Pansy doesn’t get married first. We need to find her a husband.”
Dudley sighed and drained his glass. Elf wine was something he had taken a liking to, but Harry warned him to stay at one glass. “Yes, but you even said it, she turned into a such a bitch. Who has the strength, patience and balls to marry that one?”
As the band began playing loudly, the two cousins thought. Who on earth could marry Pansy? Better yet, who would get her to agree?
A loud boisterous yell was heard at the door. Ron Weasley was forcing his way in, getting aggravated at the pub elves who tried to take his cloak and broomstick.
“Ron Weasley!” Harry called. Ron saw his friend and let out a laugh from his deep in his chest. Ron had gone to Romania to work with his brother. Hauling dragons had done wonders. Ron was solid and strong. He stood to full height as the tallest of his brothers now.
“Harry! My best mate Harry!” The two men embraced slapping each other in the back. Harry ordered another round of drinks. Regular firewhisky this time.
“You remember Dudley.” He said. Dudley stood and offered a hand. They seemed matched in size.
“Yes I do. Dudley how are you?”
“Fine just fine.” He said taking a seat. Ron gestured to his clothes.
“Blending in, I can see. Taking a holiday?” He asked Dudley.
“Sort of. I want to learn about the wizarding world, so my father gave me permission to live with Harry for awhile.”
“Well there is no better place. Wiltshire is the hub of magic so they say. However the best pace is Hogwarts.” He took a drink. “Or Hermione’s library.” He let out anther loud laugh that was joined by Harry. Ron certainly was carrying himself with more life.
“What brings you back here Ron?” Harry asked. Ron had been gone for about three years, some thought her might make Romania his home. Harry had thought the same, and while he was glad t have his friend close by again, he was also curious.
“Well the man I went to work for, has passed on, may the gods bless him. He had no family and we became close so left me his wealth.” To prove the point he tossed several coins to the pub elf and paid for their drinks.
“Thanks Ron.” Harry was impressed. If anyone deserved such wealth, it was Ron.
“It was a hard time, and I wanted to see to his last wishes and arrangements.” Harry nodded. Ron lifted a glass. “To Mr. Pertruchio.” He said.
“To Mr. Pertruchio.” Harry and Dudley repeated. Ron’s face feel for a moment as they toasted the old man.
“Well, I couldn’t stay in Romania any longer.” The men nodded, understanding fully. “So I have come back. Mr. Pertruchio wanted me to go home and start the family I wanted, so I’ve come home. I have bought a house not far from Wiltshire and I plan to find a wife to put in it.”
Dudley’s and Harry’s glasses froze halfway to their mouths. Then they looked at each other.
“A wife, Ron?” Harry said. Ron nodded, and continued drinking. Dudley smiled. “Ron,” Harry said, “lets go back to my place. This pub is getting crowded. “
Harry and Dudley sat with Ron in the front parlor of the their temporary Wiltshire home. A few trays sat before them.
“Mr. Pertruchio said he always wanted a family as well and told me not to wait like he did. It sounds like a good plan. I’ve always wanted a family. Now that I have the money enough to provide for one, I can have any wife I want.
Harry raised his glass. “Pansy Parkinson is looking for a husband. Dudley is going to apply to tutor her sister Bianca.”
“Pansy Parkinson. I remember her from Hogwarts. Lovely girl, dark hair and big doe eyes. Such a lovely lady she was then.” Ron was quite in his cups by now, and began singing his way up the stairs. Harry and Dudley decided to talk more in the morning. He crashed fully clothed in a guest room.
“Your gonna have to play her up you know.” Dudley said to his cousin.
“Don’t worry, I know how to talk to Ron, I’ve know him long enough, besides Ron doesn’t like foolish girly girls, can’t stand them. He likes spirit.” Dudley rolled his eyes at the description.
“You can convince Bianca in a second to marry you, but you won’t be able to do anything about it if Pansy doesn’t get married first. We need to find her a husband.”
Dudley sighed and drained his glass. Elf wine was something he had taken a liking to, but Harry warned him to stay at one glass. “Yes, but you even said it, she turned into a such a bitch. Who has the strength, patience and balls to marry that one?”
As the band began playing loudly, the two cousins thought. Who on earth could marry Pansy? Better yet, who would get her to agree?
A loud boisterous yell was heard at the door. Ron Weasley was forcing his way in, getting aggravated at the pub elves who tried to take his cloak and broomstick.
“Ron Weasley!” Harry called. Ron saw his friend and let out a laugh from his deep in his chest. Ron had gone to Romania to work with his brother. Hauling dragons had done wonders. Ron was solid and strong. He stood to full height as the tallest of his brothers now.
“Harry! My best mate Harry!” The two men embraced slapping each other in the back. Harry ordered another round of drinks. Regular firewhisky this time.
“You remember Dudley.” He said. Dudley stood and offered a hand. They seemed matched in size.
“Yes I do. Dudley how are you?”
“Fine just fine.” He said taking a seat. Ron gestured to his clothes.
“Blending in, I can see. Taking a holiday?” He asked Dudley.
“Sort of. I want to learn about the wizarding world, so my father gave me permission to live with Harry for awhile.”
“Well there is no better place. Wiltshire is the hub of magic so they say. However the best pace is Hogwarts.” He took a drink. “Or Hermione’s library.” He let out anther loud laugh that was joined by Harry. Ron certainly was carrying himself with more life.
“What brings you back here Ron?” Harry asked. Ron had been gone for about three years, some thought her might make Romania his home. Harry had thought the same, and while he was glad t have his friend close by again, he was also curious.
“Well the man I went to work for, has passed on, may the gods bless him. He had no family and we became close so left me his wealth.” To prove the point he tossed several coins to the pub elf and paid for their drinks.
“Thanks Ron.” Harry was impressed. If anyone deserved such wealth, it was Ron.
“It was a hard time, and I wanted to see to his last wishes and arrangements.” Harry nodded. Ron lifted a glass. “To Mr. Pertruchio.” He said.
“To Mr. Pertruchio.” Harry and Dudley repeated. Ron’s face feel for a moment as they toasted the old man.
“Well, I couldn’t stay in Romania any longer.” The men nodded, understanding fully. “So I have come back. Mr. Pertruchio wanted me to go home and start the family I wanted, so I’ve come home. I have bought a house not far from Wiltshire and I plan to find a wife to put in it.”
Dudley’s and Harry’s glasses froze halfway to their mouths. Then they looked at each other.
“A wife, Ron?” Harry said. Ron nodded, and continued drinking. Dudley smiled. “Ron,” Harry said, “lets go back to my place. This pub is getting crowded. “
Harry and Dudley sat with Ron in the front parlor of the their temporary Wiltshire home. A few trays sat before them.
“Mr. Pertruchio said he always wanted a family as well and told me not to wait like he did. It sounds like a good plan. I’ve always wanted a family. Now that I have the money enough to provide for one, I can have any wife I want.
Harry raised his glass. “Pansy Parkinson is looking for a husband. Dudley is going to apply to tutor her sister Bianca.”
“Pansy Parkinson. I remember her from Hogwarts. Lovely girl, dark hair and big doe eyes. Such a lovely lady she was then.” Ron was quite in his cups by now, and began singing his way up the stairs. Harry and Dudley decided to talk more in the morning. He crashed fully clothed in a guest room.
“Your gonna have to play her up you know.” Dudley said to his cousin.
“Don’t worry, I know how to talk to Ron, I’ve know him long enough, besides Ron doesn’t like foolish girly girls, can’t stand them. He likes spirit.” Dudley rolled his eyes at the description.