The Taming of the Shrew- Hogwarts style

Ron woke quite hung over. A house elf brought him a basin to wash his face and a hangover relief potion. He recognized Harry’s elves.



Harry entered the room as Ron slowly woke himself. “Harry mate, never let me drink so much.” He held his head as the potion took effect.



“Right.” Dudley followed behind him. “Now, we are going to the Parkinson’s and I’m going to recommend Dudley to teach Bianca her muggle studies.” Ron nodded. “If you show an interest in Pansy for marriage and also give Dudley a good word, then my friends, the Parkinson women shall soon be yours.” The three men shared a loud laugh.



After a quick breakfast, the group make their way the Parkinson home. Dudley was given fine wizards robes and the trio made an impressive showing as Ron led the way to the Parkinson manor.



Bianca looked out the window, and saw him. In teaching robes, he looked every inch the fine upstanding British gentleman. She straightened her dress and looked in the mirror to make sure every curl was in place. As she turned she saw her sister watching her with venom in her eyes. “Oh yes, let’s make you lovely for that young man.”



Screaming emitted from the house as Pansy pulled her curls from their pins and yanked at the trims of her dress. Bianca ran from the room with Pansy in hot pursuit.



Ron is undaunted, and just laughed. “I have spent how many years in Romania throwing dragons around and dodging fire and claws. Do you think a little female screaming is going to scare me. I don’t think so.” He paused as a window was destroyed. “Harry, we have faced how many creatures in existence and lived.” He paused as Bianca’s arm shot out of a window and was dragged back with Pansy screaming at her. “I’ve have been scared worse then this Harry, you’ve seen it, but I am not about to run from a woman’s words. I like a woman with spirit.” Ron was more intent then ever as the screaming continued with Pansy chasing Bianca all over the house.



The fighting continued, as Ron rung the bell from outside waiting patiently against the frame.



Bianca’s outer robes were torn to shreds as she ran from Pansy. Pansy took after her with her wand, hurling sharp stings at her sisters legs.



“Pansy leave me alone, I haven’t done anything to you.” She yelled hopping around avoiding the hexes Pansy sent at her.



“There are men outside Bianca, I’m not stupid, who is here for you?” Ron rang the bell again with a smile, undaunted by the noise inside.



“I don’t know who they are, I’ve never met them.” Ron still smiled as he rang the bell again. Bianca quickly dodged more blasts Pansy sent at her feet.



“Liar, why else would they be here?” Again Ron rang the bell with a big grin on his face.



“Pansy! Bianca! What’s going on?” Bianca hurled herself into her fathers arms. “Pansy what’s gotten into you. What has your sister ever done to you?”



“Oh yes, father she’s your little treasure and she’ll have everything. Daddy’s little girls gets whatever she wants.” Ron’s ringing began to irritate her. She ran to the door flung it open and ripped the bell from the frame, slamming the door again, but Ron braced it open and watched as Pansy flew up the stairs hurling curses at her father.



The trio approached the older man. “Mr. Parkinson, my name is Harry Potter.”



“Yes, yes, of course I know who you are, a pleasure Mr. Potter, but who are these men?”



“Well sir, I heard you were asking around about a tutor for Bianca in muggle studies. My cousin, Mr. Duldey Dursley, it so happens is a muggle and a teacher in his world. Who better then to instruct your daughter then an actual muggle. The best source of information.”



Dudley came forward and offered his hand. Mr. Parkinson took it, but had his eyes on Ron, who was walking about the room looking at various things. “Ron?” Harry said.



“Oh yes, a fine young man, Harry’s cousin.” He turned and went back to looking around.



“Of course welcome Mr. Dursley, welcome.” Mr. Parkinson spoke with his eyes on Ron once again.



“Sir, do I know you?” He asked Ron.



“You have a daughter named Pansy don’t you sir, beautiful and ladylike.” He said.



“I have a daughter named Pansy sir.” He admitted without another comment.



“If I marry her sir, what dowry would I get?” Ron knew the custom of dowry still existed among the purebloods.



“Do I know you sir?” He asked again but politely.



“I am Ron Weasley.” He said. Mr. Parkinson knew the name from Harry’s fame of course. He along with Hermione were praised by Harry as his other self’s. He admitted he could not have done anything without their help. The young man’s noble character and pureblood lineage were known. “I have seen Pansy’s beauty at Hogwarts and have heard that she became quite the lady, a dignified hostess and caring woman as well as many wonderful things about her. I heard she was looking for a husband, I am looking for a wife and have the wealth enough to support her.” Mr. Parkinson was impressed. This boy grew up to be a man indeed and not a cowardly one. He spoke his mind. “Now, sir if I marry Pansy, what dowry comes with her?” He also wasn’t stupid. Pansy would be well taken care of.



Mr. Parkinson thought carefully. If he wanted Pansy to be married he’d have to make a good offer. “One half of lands after my death, twenty thousand galleons after the wedding.”



Ron nodded, it was a good offer indeed. “Well then Mr. Parkinson, if I should, and I hope it doesn’t happen, end up leaving her a widow I will leave her all my possessions and fortune.” Mr. Parkinson smiled and agreed. Here was a man of quality, deserving of such an agreement. His daughter would be provided for if he died. As a father that’s what he wanted. He took Ron in a firm hug as Harry and Dudley smiled and congratulated the two men.



He showed Ron to a seat as he sent Dudley to tutor Bianca. Harry left to introduce the pair.



“Now, Mr. Weasley, I would never force my daughter, so I agree to everything if you can get Pansy to agree to marry you. Can you do that?”



They walked to the garden door and stepped out. “Can I do that, father?” He emphasized the last word, to Mr. Parkinson’s pleasure. They saw Dudley and his new student walking and gave them a nod before continuing. “She may be proud, but I am prouder, and I won’t marry until I know she wants the same. Give me some time and she will agree to marry me. Besides I know she can be hard headed, I’ve heard but I’m not a pathetic little man to use flowers and candies.” Mr. Parkinson eagerly listened. He liked this young man. “I think I’m a good match for her. I only have to make her see that.”



“Of course sir, of course,” he stopped as he heard Pansy throwing things about in a close by room. “but be prepared for colorful language.” He said as they walked back inside. Harry waited for them



“I love a woman with vibrancy and spirit, there is nothing more depressing then a woman who can’t speak her own mind. Weak and feeble women crack under pressure and have no life in them. I can’t wait to speak with her.” Mr. Parkinson gestured to the hallway and then turned as a house elf announced a visitor. Harry and Ron gave him a smile and nod.



Harry looked to his friend and assessed him look, straitening his jacket. With a firm brothers handshake, Ron turned and marched to the room Pansy was in. Harry shut the door and bit his lower lip.