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The Taming of the Shrew- Hogwarts style
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
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3,798
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chapter 7
Pansy’s perfect waves were dripping with water as Ron flew on, her dress was soaked through to slips and skin. She managed to get her cloak on in mid flight because Ron wouldn’t slow down. On they flew through the rain.
She had to clutch to Ron because he only held her by one hand around her waist. If she didn’t hold on to him herself she would have fallen. He kept his movements quick so she had to hold tight or fall. The weather didn’t seem to bother him.
Eventually they arrived at Ron’s home. He had bought it, but gave no orders on it’s upkeep, it needed a lot of work. It was staffed with house elves, but they would do nothing until ordered to do so. Ron said to keep it as it until he decided how it should look. So far the only thing they did was keep up the animals on the lands and kitchens.
They surrounded him as he came in with his new wife. Then fell silent when they saw her creep in. She looked like a drowned rat, her clothes heavy from the rain.
“Sit down Pansy. Welcome home.” She crawled to the fire and sat on the ledge.
Ron bellowed for dinner and slammed his fists on the table. The house elves scurried to prepare something fast. Pansy was hungry, she hadn’t eaten at the feast. She gave a shriek as a house elf jumped from behind her.
Ron bellowed louder. “Food!” Then he laughed at Pansy as the sounds from the kitchen became wilder. Trays were clanging and being thrown. The plates had been hastily thrown together, and brought out by tired elves who nearly collapsed on the table but Pansy saw only a meal finally in her presence.
“Come my Pansy sit down.” He gestured to the other head of the table where the wife routinely sat. She managed to get herself up and make it into the chair. Ron got up and walked over to her. She reached for a tray that was offered but Ron took her hand and yelled.
“Water, water! May I have some water!” The elves scurried to get water. The elf tripped over his foot and fell to the ground. Ron began yelling again.
“Stop it, it was an accident Ron.” Pansy yelled, smacking him with her napkin, he shooed the elf away and smiled at Pansy.
“Sit down Pansy, I know your hungry.” Two elves brought trays forward. She reached out and put some chicken on her plate. “Shall you give thanks or shall I?”
Pansy looked at him. She hadn’t thought about thanking the gods. Ron took it upon himself to lead a blessing. When she thought he was done, she went for her fork, but her continued she thought he was done again but he continued.
Eventually she got angry and screamed out.”
“Blessed be!” Then she took up her fork and knife. He reached down and grabbed the chicken from her plate.
“What’s this, you call this chicken. It’s burnt.” He threw it on the ground. “This is all burnt it’s not worthy of the mistress of the house.” He began throwing all the food on the floor. Pansy let out a cry of despair. And he upended the table spilling everything to the floor.
“Ron please don’t do this, the meat was fine.”
“Pansy the meat was burnt and burnt meant is not good for the soul. Trust me. Tomorrow everything will be better. Come one, I’ll show you to your room.” He picked her up as the house elves began cleaning up the floors.
Ron’s room was the only one he ordered cleaned and prepared. He set her on her feet in the room. She stood there looking at him and didn’t move. Ron seemed a bit reluctant to be forceful much longer.
He walked to the fire and poured a basin of water that rested on the table, cleaning his hands.
Pansy unlaced her dress and slid it down. She had a slip on and was adjusting the straps. Ron let his waistcoat drop and approached her, but she froze when he brushed her hair from her face, clutching the dress to her chest. His fingertips were soft and his touch gentle. Pansy had planned to refuse him tonight, but she was debating now. Ron leaned down and placed a kiss on her shoulder testing the waters
When he reached for the lace of her slip she panicked and tossed her dress at him. She climbed on the bed and reached for the bed warmer. She wasn’t ready for this, not yet. She needed time. When she gave him a smile he returned it and as he approached, she flung it, landing a blow to his head.
He began yelling at the house elves. “Wonderful, give her a weapon why don’t you!” They didn’t heard they were celebrating downstairs. He yanked the bedcurtains down as Pansy gave a scream. “How can a man make love to his wife when he fears for his life?” He ran from the room and yelled out. “How can you treat your new mistress like that.” He took a step away and gave a smile and a wink to all his elves, then retired to another room. They returned it. They had acted just as master wanted and he was proud. They had done well.
In her room Pansy lay down weeping. Would it always be like this? She was his wife now, what was she going to do? She wasn’t ready yet, but he was so angry. She would not be upset. He had no right to demand that from her. How could she live like this? As she looked about the room the answer came to her and smile graced her face. Yes, she was his wife now, wasn’t she.
She had to clutch to Ron because he only held her by one hand around her waist. If she didn’t hold on to him herself she would have fallen. He kept his movements quick so she had to hold tight or fall. The weather didn’t seem to bother him.
Eventually they arrived at Ron’s home. He had bought it, but gave no orders on it’s upkeep, it needed a lot of work. It was staffed with house elves, but they would do nothing until ordered to do so. Ron said to keep it as it until he decided how it should look. So far the only thing they did was keep up the animals on the lands and kitchens.
They surrounded him as he came in with his new wife. Then fell silent when they saw her creep in. She looked like a drowned rat, her clothes heavy from the rain.
“Sit down Pansy. Welcome home.” She crawled to the fire and sat on the ledge.
Ron bellowed for dinner and slammed his fists on the table. The house elves scurried to prepare something fast. Pansy was hungry, she hadn’t eaten at the feast. She gave a shriek as a house elf jumped from behind her.
Ron bellowed louder. “Food!” Then he laughed at Pansy as the sounds from the kitchen became wilder. Trays were clanging and being thrown. The plates had been hastily thrown together, and brought out by tired elves who nearly collapsed on the table but Pansy saw only a meal finally in her presence.
“Come my Pansy sit down.” He gestured to the other head of the table where the wife routinely sat. She managed to get herself up and make it into the chair. Ron got up and walked over to her. She reached for a tray that was offered but Ron took her hand and yelled.
“Water, water! May I have some water!” The elves scurried to get water. The elf tripped over his foot and fell to the ground. Ron began yelling again.
“Stop it, it was an accident Ron.” Pansy yelled, smacking him with her napkin, he shooed the elf away and smiled at Pansy.
“Sit down Pansy, I know your hungry.” Two elves brought trays forward. She reached out and put some chicken on her plate. “Shall you give thanks or shall I?”
Pansy looked at him. She hadn’t thought about thanking the gods. Ron took it upon himself to lead a blessing. When she thought he was done, she went for her fork, but her continued she thought he was done again but he continued.
Eventually she got angry and screamed out.”
“Blessed be!” Then she took up her fork and knife. He reached down and grabbed the chicken from her plate.
“What’s this, you call this chicken. It’s burnt.” He threw it on the ground. “This is all burnt it’s not worthy of the mistress of the house.” He began throwing all the food on the floor. Pansy let out a cry of despair. And he upended the table spilling everything to the floor.
“Ron please don’t do this, the meat was fine.”
“Pansy the meat was burnt and burnt meant is not good for the soul. Trust me. Tomorrow everything will be better. Come one, I’ll show you to your room.” He picked her up as the house elves began cleaning up the floors.
Ron’s room was the only one he ordered cleaned and prepared. He set her on her feet in the room. She stood there looking at him and didn’t move. Ron seemed a bit reluctant to be forceful much longer.
He walked to the fire and poured a basin of water that rested on the table, cleaning his hands.
Pansy unlaced her dress and slid it down. She had a slip on and was adjusting the straps. Ron let his waistcoat drop and approached her, but she froze when he brushed her hair from her face, clutching the dress to her chest. His fingertips were soft and his touch gentle. Pansy had planned to refuse him tonight, but she was debating now. Ron leaned down and placed a kiss on her shoulder testing the waters
When he reached for the lace of her slip she panicked and tossed her dress at him. She climbed on the bed and reached for the bed warmer. She wasn’t ready for this, not yet. She needed time. When she gave him a smile he returned it and as he approached, she flung it, landing a blow to his head.
He began yelling at the house elves. “Wonderful, give her a weapon why don’t you!” They didn’t heard they were celebrating downstairs. He yanked the bedcurtains down as Pansy gave a scream. “How can a man make love to his wife when he fears for his life?” He ran from the room and yelled out. “How can you treat your new mistress like that.” He took a step away and gave a smile and a wink to all his elves, then retired to another room. They returned it. They had acted just as master wanted and he was proud. They had done well.
In her room Pansy lay down weeping. Would it always be like this? She was his wife now, what was she going to do? She wasn’t ready yet, but he was so angry. She would not be upset. He had no right to demand that from her. How could she live like this? As she looked about the room the answer came to her and smile graced her face. Yes, she was his wife now, wasn’t she.