The Taming of the Shrew- Hogwarts style

He found her destroying a music room, because she hated to study it. He took a moment before going in to speak to himself. “If she screams and stamps the ground, I’ll tell her she’s a goddess walking. When she curses I’ll tell her, her intricate vocabulary is astounding. If she tells me to leave, I’ll thank her for asking me to stay. If she says she hates me, I’ll fall on my knees with tears from her declaration of love.”



He ran his fingers through his shaggy hair and entered the room. “Hello Pansy.” She froze and looked at him. Her eyes flashing. She knew who he was, but he had changed. He was tall and well built filling in the door frame, and he held himself with confidence. Gone was the shy insecure boy and a man stood in his place. She felt attraction but would not admit it. She would never admit it.



“Remember me Pansy?” He stepped into the room.



“No, I don’t. You must have not made an impact, whoever you are.” She stood with her hands on her hips.



“You lie, of course you do. I remember you teased me quite a bit at Hogwarts.” She stepped away and sat on a table. Knowing it was bad manners to sit on furniture in front of company, she gave him a look of contempt while he spoke. “I see you have grown to quite a beauty, but then again lots of people say that. Regardless though, Pansy, I wish to marry you.”



“Wish? You might as well wish yourself out of here.” She shot at him and jumped to her feet.



“Only if it’s to your side my dear.” Pansy kicked the chair out from under him. He reached up and pulled her into his lap. “Sit with me dear.”



She delivered two blows to his chest but they did nothing. “I’d rather mount a hippogriff.”



“I’d rather mount you.” He said laughing.



“You tosser.” She shrieked, jumping up.



“Relax, you can’t fight me, you’re too petite and small.”



“Too small for you catch maybe. Father, this man…..” When Ron turned to face Mr. Parkinson, Pansy took off. The door remained closed and Ron’s blood began to race. How he loved a good chase.



As he moved to another room to find her, he saw Bianca and Dudley in the garden going over a book. He was explaining electricity, but she was paying more attention to him then the book. That’s a match if he ever saw one.



Ron continued on in search of Pansy. Through a window he saw her running to the outside houses. They held the work places and living quarters where the house elves kept the grounds. For a manor this size, they produced most of their own foods and produced fabric which was sold.



She thought she lost him, so she took an apple from a barrel and jumped into a cotton vat, rolling about. She shrieked when he poked his head out from a trap door.



“Hello Pansy.” She threw the apple and jumped up sitting on it pushing it closed.



“Fuck you.” She shrieked.



He pushed it back up. Ron had dealt with dragons, a young woman sitting on the door was nothing. “Such language my dear.”



“I have more words where that came from.” She said still sitting on the door.



“I can shut you up, I have good methods you know.”



“I doubt that, you talk nothing but crap, so goodbye.” She heaved a sack of grain on the door, then added another for good measure. He pushed through it again. She walked to the opening and began kicking and stepping on his fingers.



“So help me, woman, if you step on me one more time, I’ll smack you a good one.” She backed away.



“If you hit me you are no gentleman.” She took off up a ladder to the upper balcony, then pulled the ladder up. Ron was out of the door and pulling off his jacket. In his shirt he grabbed a rope used for heaving and swung across back and forth trying to get a foothold.



“Now Pansy,” he said as he swung, “I want to marry you and I will, you are a raving beauty, but you will marry no one but me.”



She grabbed an ax and swung at the rope, dropping him into the vat of cotton. As she laughed, he climbed up again and mounted the boxes. Swinging across he landed on the balcony wrecking a railing in the process. He caught up with her on the other side after she barricaded a door. “You’ll marry no one but me Pansy, you’ll my wife in every way. In everyway.”



He pushed himself through the weakest part and took up the chase again. She ran up the stairs pulling out the handgrips and throwing them at him, but Ron didn’t sway. “You can’t make faces, or look surprised, or throw a fit like little girls do. You shouldn’t use foul language either Pansy. You should be courteous and kind. And Pansy I…..will…..marry…..you.” He spoke as he approached step by step. Pansy was looking for a way out. She jumped into the window sill.



“I’d rather die.” She climbed out and began traversing the roof of the building. A servant began screaming. Ron saw his 20 thousand galleons in danger.



“Mr. Parkinson! Mr. Parkinson!” The servant screamed.



He came running out. “Pansy, my darling!” He called.



“Darling, are you calling me darling? If you were a decent father you would not marry off to a mental lunatic, he’s mad.” As Ron climbed out on the roof she continued.



“Mr. Weasley?” Ron gave her father a laugh. “How are you doing in your proposal?”



“Wonderful sir, wonderful. It is impossible for me to lose.” He laughed again as if it was all a game, her father went back inside and Ron caught up with Pansy bring her to the roof. The struggle proved too much and they fell through the ceiling into the cotton vat, cushioned by the softness.



“You can’t escape me Pansy.” He said wrestling her down. She struggled back yanking herself away.



“Let me go.” She shrieked.



“They told me you turned into a bitch but they were wrong,” he had her on her back as his body held her down, “but they are liars all of them, “you’re sweet and submissive,” she grabbed one of the boards and hit him in the shoulder, but he didn’t move, “a caring young lady,” she hit him in the head, “very polite and lady like.” She hit him again then dropped the board.



She fell still gasping from the chase. “Where did you learn to talk like this?” She asked sarcastically.



“From my mother, she raised gentlemen of course.” His body was full against hers and he found her wrists and held her down.



“A gentlewoman with an ass for a son.” She threw back. She could feel his erection against her thigh. It was hard and thick and stimulating but she gave nothing away.



“I’m an ass, am I?” She struggled again but it only proved to drive his erection against her more. She debated whether to stop struggling but she wouldn’t give in. She would have to deal with his massive erection pressing into her.



“You’re a hot head Weasley.”



“And I’ll heat you up in bed Pansy, trust me on that, I will marry you.” He laughed as she pushed him away. She crawled out of the cotton but once she got on solid ground she struggled.



“Your limping Pansy.” She headed for the door, but was moving very slow and letting out yelps. Ron realized she had injured herself in the fall. She wasn’t able to get away fast enough. Ron climbed out of the vat and picked up his jacket looking at Pansy who had sank into a chair and weeped.



He walked over and offered a hand, when she refused he picked her up and slipped an arm around her waist, helping her walk to the house. He gripped her wrist behind her back keeping it in a tight hold.



As they walked he looked down and saw Mr. Parkinson. “Here is your father, behave Pansy, I will marry you, he already agreed.” He gave her wrist a squeeze, as he helped her limp along. She remained quiet, as her father watched. She even gave him a forced smile.



Mr. Parkinson moved to the foot of the stairs and watched the pair come down.



“Mr. Weasley?” Her father said, Ron gave him a brilliant smile.



“Father.” Mr. Parkinson smiled. “Every word I heard must have been a misunderstanding, she not like any rumor I’ve heard. She a lady, a lovely polite lady.” When Pansy gave a struggle, he tightened his hold. “And we get on so well together that we’ve agreed to marry this Sunday.”



Her father and Harry appeared beside him gave him looks of pleasant shock.



“I’ll see you dead first Weasley.” Ron merely laughed and walked her to the room a few doors away. He shoved her in and locked the door, all the while smiling brilliantly at her father.



Her father stared at him. “We agreed that for her reputation she would still act her normal way. She doesn’t want anyone to know she really wants to marry.”



Pansy banged on the door trying to open it. “A man is by far the worst animal on this planet.”



Ron slipped his jacket on and made his way down the stairs in good spirits. “It’s incredible to believe how much she loves me.”



She yelled through the door. “I’ll see you dead first Wesley.” He merely laughed at the door.



“Oh my sweet Pansy. She hugged me and kissed me and told me that I had won her heart and her love.” Pansy grabbed a chair and stood to look out the top window as Ron approached her father. “It’s amazing when we are alone. She a different person, so loving and caring.” He caught her eyes and held them for a moment as she was watching him. He was handsome and strong but she would admit to nothing. She was stubborn and would keep her secrets. He would know nothing. He laughed with Mr. Parkinson as congratulations were offered.



She kept watching him. He was a man in every way and she had a hard time taking her eyes off him. “I’m leaving to Hogsmeade to buy my dress robes, and rings. A kiss for Pansy….I’ll see you on Sunday.” He blew a kiss to her door and left laughing at his good fortune. She allowed herself a small smile alone on her room. Then sat down. She would be married.