The Taming of the Shrew- Hogwarts style

Ron awoke on a table. He had ended up there somehow. He wasn’t sure know how. He heard action downstairs and saw his window being cleaned from outside. He managed to haul himself to his feet.



As he emerged from the room to the main hall, he saw it a bustle with activity. Pansy had taken her place as mistress of the house and set the elves to work. The big house he had bought was coming alive. She was lowing the chandelier while around her walls were being scrubbed, floor moped and the fireplace cleaned out. The table had been right and was being cleaned as well.



Ron looked on in amazement to see his wife dressed in jeans and a plain shirt getting dirty along with them, as she ordered the chandelier lower so she could replaced the candles. He eased himself do the stairs past a house elf with a bucket.



“Good morning Pansy.” She ignored him as she continued dusting the chandelier. He descended the stairs and approached her. “Angry?” She moved to the other side of the massive fixture. “How are you my Pansy?” He asked. She stopped and looked at him.



“Sick.” She said with disgust. He nodded as she handed the duster aside and moved away. She politely but efficiently corrected elves or answered questions and approved chinaware. She was in her element, making a home out of his, as was her pace.



Over the next few days Ron saw his home transform. Everything was neat and arranged. His clothing as pressed and mended as needed and everything shined. His elves were even clean and the togas they wore were cleaned and pressed with his family crest on the chest. They all seemed proud to wear it.

Yet to Ron, it seemed that she smiled more to his elves then to him. Every time she met his eyes she dropped her smile and frowned.



He now sat in his chair and looked at her happily messing with the house elves. “Cheer up Pansy, your father invited us to Bianca’s wedding.” She rushed over and took the letter from him to read it for herself. “So we must dress appropriately and take a trip.” She frowned and looked down at her jeans then at him. The only dress she had was the one she arrived in. He had yet to send for her clothes or buy her new dress robes. She had nothing to wear to her sisters wedding.



He stood up and addressed his wife. “I’ve hired a tailor to fit dress robes for you. He also has accessories to choose from.” He brought her to another room where a tailor and his workers had their displays out. Pansy gasped.



A man approached with a fine pointed witches hat. Pansy had never seen one like it. Pale gold shined, with accents of black lace.



Ron sneered. “How pathetic.”



“Pathetic?” The young man was insulted and Pansy shocked. She thought the hat was lovely.



“Pathetic, ugly, cheap and small. Show me something bigger.”



“I don’t want a bigger one, this one is perfect. All noble witches wear hats like these.” She took it from him and approached the mirror. Before she could try it he took it.



“When you act nobler, you can have it.” He handed it back to the young man.



“Why Ron, I assume I have the freedom to speak if I want to. I’m not a child or a baby. I’ll speak when I want and if you don’t like it, don’t listen, I will say what I want.”



“You don’t like the hat Pansy, I can feel it.”



“I don’t care how you feel, I like the hat, I don’t want any if I can’t have that one.” Ron fired a blast at the hat when she finished. She jumped back with a yell while the young man who made it fainted.



Ron sat in his chair. “The dress sir, where is it?” The tailor rushed forward and pulled a sheet off a dummy. Pansy looked at the gorgeous gown. Gold and sequined, it would flatter her figure and accent her skin. It was a jewel. But Ron stood laughing.



“Gods, what crap is this?”



“Sir, you asked me to make one according to the latest fashion for your wife.”



“Liar.” He began ripped the dress from the dummy, pulling off strips of fabric. Pansy was near tears as the dress was torn stitch by stitch. How could he? The dress was beautiful.



Some time later, she sat among the ruins of the room. The tailor and his assistants had since fled. Pansy felt the deep sorry of the broken down room.



“Come on Pansy, we need to leave for your father soon. We’ll go like this. It won’t matter. Clothes don’t make the man and there is more to pride then appearance. If anyone remarks on it, blame me.” He called an elf and told him to pay the tailor.



That evening Ron crept into Pansy’s room. He smiled at her as she slept. Her dark hair was glorious and her face peaceful. He could not let her act as childish as she did. She was a wife now and had to act like one. He wanted to be married to a woman not a child who threw fits to get her way. He would give her the world when she grew up and he wanted to be the one to give it to her.



Sitting next to her he spoke. “Now Pansy,” she woke at his voice, “we have to leave for your fathers, dressed to impress, in fine robes.”



“When shall we leave?” She said, reaching a hand out to his chest. His heart jumped but he didn’t let her see it.



“Now.” He answered. “It’s day.”



She looked out the window. “It’s night.” She told him.



“It’s seven.” He said.



“Ron, it’s two at the latest.” She said, confused.



“I say it’s seven or we stay here. You challenge everything I say or do.” Pansy looked aside. She wanted to go to her fathers. “When we go, it’s when I say it’s time to go.”



“It’s seven o’clock Ron.” She said softly. He froze and looked back at her. He nodded and left. She hoped they would leave. If she had to give in to see her family she would.



They stopped for a moment during the travel. Ron offered her a goblet of water. Ron looked up at the sun and smiled as she drank. “What a beautiful moon.” Pansy looked at him and took another drink. “It’s the moon Pansy.”



She looked down and smiled. “I know.” She said daintily.



“Then you’re a liar, it’s the sun.” He said firmly.



“Well what do you know, it is the sun. Call it whatever you want and I’ll call it the same thing.” She handed him the cup. They continued on toward her fathers home, Pansy settled comfortably in front of Ron of his broom.