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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)	By : welkin_cooper Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 14600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 10 - Severus Snape Takes A Bride

Will Welkin make it to the altar with Severus Snape? Welkin copes with the ceremony, and Snape copes with a plethora of annoying wedding traditions.

"Yes, the rings arrived this morning," Albus assured Snape, withdrawing a pouch from his desk, and unwrapping it to show him.

Snape examined both of the white-gold Celtic design wedding bands carefully, reading the inscriptions they had decided on together; inside each, in flowing script, 'Forever and Always', followed by their first names, his inside her ring, and hers inside his.

Dumbledore, who would walk Welkin down the aisle, would also stand with Snape as best man. Minerva would likewise stand with Welkin. Everything appeared to be arranged for tomorrow.

After placing the rings back in the pouch, Dumbledore poured two glasses of brandy, and offered one to Snape. "To calm the bridegroom’s nerves," he told him.

"I am not nervous," Snape said, accepting the glass.

"Not even about the possibility that she might bolt and run at the last minute?" Dumbledore asked innocently.

Snape frowned at the older Wizard for planting the idea in his head, and assuring him of a sleepless night.

"Don’t worry, Severus. I shall deliver her to the altar for you tomorrow, even if I have to trip her myself, and drag her the rest of the way." Albus smiled and offered a toast. "To your bride."

"To Welkin," Snape said, draining his glass nervously in one draught.

Hermione finished hooking the last of the forty small buttons that held closed the back of Welkin’s wedding gown, into their tiny loops, as Welkin put on her moonstone drop earrings.

"Something old," she indicated her dress, "something new," the earrings, "something borrowed," the Celtic design moonstone tiara from the Hogwarts Room of Requirement, to be worn with her veil, "and something blue." She raised the full skirt of her gown to reveal the blue-trimmed satin garter that encircled her left thigh.

"Does everything look straight?" Welkin asked her bridesmaids. Each girl looked fresh and lovely in their dusty-rose-colored satin dresses.

"You look just like a Fairy Princess," Luna said.

Welkin had chosen a circa-1940’s gown, not quite off the shoulder, gathered and detailed through the bust with embroidery, and a few judiciously placed rosettes. The capped sleeves left her arms mostly bare. The bodice was very tight and fitted with light boning from the bustline to the waist. From the waistline, the voluminous bell-shaped skirt fell to the floor in multiple layers of fabric. Toward the bottom half of the front of the gown, was an antique appliqué of leaves and flowers in an elongated horseshoe shape, and just below that, about a foot from the bottom, a plain satin ribbon encircled the circumference of the skirt, everything in a tone-on-tone ecru white, except the pale pink rosettes at the neckline.

The gown matched Severus’s Victorian style well, and for once, she would have him out-buttoned, Welkin thought. It was going to take him forever to get her out of this dress tonight, she thought mischievously, picturing his frustration. He would get a taste of what it was like for her when she had to fumble with all of those buttons of his to undress him.

"It’s almost time," Hermione prompted her, efficiently helping her with the tiara and veil.

As they finished, there was a knock, and then Dumbledore’s voice at the door. "Welkin? Are you ready?" Albus asked. "It’s time to begin. The Great Hall is filled." The clock chimed four, as Ginny opened the door to admit him. Dumbledore looked at Welkin in the gown and smiled at her warmly. "If ever there was a more beautiful bride at Hogwarts, I cannot recall it," he said gallantly, taking her arm to escort her.

Welkin was pretty sure that was bullshit, but it was the bullshit she needed to hear at the moment, and she was grateful for it. The closer they got to the Great Hall, the more nervous Welkin became. As they paused outside to arrange the order of the pairs of bridesmaids and their escorts, Welkin peeked into the room and was aghast. Dumbledore really hadn’t exaggerated. The Great Hall was full to capacity. A wider center aisle had been cleared for the wedding march, but the long tables at each side were full of faculty and guests, and all the students of Hogwarts stood behind the tables on each side.

"I think I’m going to be sick," Welkin said, turning pale. She looked at Albus wide-eyed, like a frightened deer. "What was I thinking? I don’t think I can…"

"Yes, you most certainly can!" Minerva didn’t let her finish. She exploded in exasperation with her. Did she want to marry Severus or not? At the very least, she had thought that the woman was made of sterner stuff than this. "I thought we settled this a week ago?"

Welkin hadn’t been this frightened in a long time, even when she was fighting off Lucius Malfoy. In fact, she couldn’t remember when she had ever been this frightened. Marriage was so terribly...final. Why couldn’t things just stay the way they were? Where was her bravery when she really needed it?

"There is nothing to be afraid of," Albus told her firmly. "Just remember that you love Severus, and he loves you. Aren’t you the woman who promised to stand against the Gates of Hell for him?" he reminded her. "A little stroll down the aisle with me should be easy compared to that."

He presented his arm to her. She took a few deep breaths, and slowly allowed herself to be led into position.

Bagpipes began the procession of the bridesmaids and escorts: Draco paired with Luna, Ron with Hermione, and Harry with Ginny. As the couples were making their way down the aisle, Minerva folded Welkin’s veil over the tiara to cover her face, handed Welkin her bouquet of lilacs, white roses, and lavender, and left her with Albus, following the attendants and taking her own place before the altar. When Minerva was set in her place, she glanced over and smiled at Snape, who was anxiously peering down the length of the hall for his first view of his bride, as if he thought she might have fled.

The piping ended, and the traditional wedding march began. Welkin, on Dumbledore’s arm, barely heard the whispers of admiration, and assorted other low murmurings from the guests, as she marched and prayed that she didn’t trip or pass out before she got to the altar. As she got closer, she could see Severus through her veil, standing handsomely and resolutely in place. The sight of him made her feel a little better with each step. By the time she reached the altar, she had regained most of her confidence.

Albus went to stand beside Severus, and Minerva folded Welkin's veil back to reveal her face to the groom, before taking her place again, to the other side. Welkin was wearing a broad smile as she turned to face Severus.

The official from the Ministry blathered on with far too many words that Welkin was barely aware of, until finally, Severus began to recite his vows to her in his delicious, low British accent. "I, Severus Tobias Snape, take thee, Welkin, as my wedded wife…" Dumbledore passed the ring to him, as Snape was saying, "...and thereto I pledge thee my troth." Albus gave Welkin a wink, as Snape continued. "With this ring, I thee bind, with my body I thee worship, and with all my worldly goods I thee endow." He took her hand, and placed the ring on the appropriate finger.

Her turn - this was it - damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead, she thought. "I, Welkin Morgana Cooper, take thee, Severus, as my wedded husband…"

When she came to the end of the solemn vows, she slipped the ring that Minerva handed her onto Severus’s finger, grinning triumphantly at him, that she had been able to get through this without making a mad dash for the nearest exit, which she had certainly considered doing at one point.

The official pronounced them husband and wife, and gave them leave to kiss. As if he’d be able to stop me, Welkin thought, impulsively flinging her arms around Snape’s neck as they kissed.

Ginny Weasley caught her bouquet, glancing sideways at Harry after securing it. Draco Malfoy caught her garter, flung by a very reluctant Snape.

Despite custom, Snape did not approve of such an intimate article, which had adorned his Welkin’s thigh, being dispensed to these lechers for use in what he suspected were their disgustingly prurient and salacious fantasies concerning his wife.

It hadn’t helped that Welkin had laughed at him, and told him that he was being ridiculous. She whispered in his ear. "Anyway, you know you’re the only man I want between my legs. Tonight, and every other night."

Luckily, his jacket concealed the effects of her words on him, but her assurances didn’t help his suspicions. Neither did the fact that Draco Malfoy cockily slid the garter over his shirt-sleeve like an armband after snagging it. Like father, like son, Snape thought. He had hoped that Draco would take a different path than his father had.

Welkin sliced the first piece of wedding cake, with Severus guiding her hand, as tradition dictated. She wisely fought the urge to smear him with cake, when they dutifully fed each other.

Someone from the Daily Prophet arrived to pose them together for a wedding photo for the society page, to Snape’s chagrin.

Snape was also less than happy when dozens of men lined up to kiss his bride. He glared his way through the indignity, until it looked as though Lucius Malfoy might join the throng. He then abruptly jerked Welkin away, on the pretense of leading the first dance.

As they danced, it was Welkin’s turn to be annoyed, as she saw Lucius retrieve her garter from Draco’s arm, wait until he was sure she was watching, then raise it to his lips to kiss it. He gave her an arrogant smirk, before placing it in the front pocket of his velvet jacket. Best not to tell Severus, she thought, gritting her teeth in anger.

Snape watched glumly, as now, what seemed like even larger hoards of men, were determined to dance with his bride. The effrontery was getting to be too much for him. Welkin was his wife after all, and he was anxious to leave this tedious celebration, and get her all to himself in their bedchamber.

"Have a piece of cake, Severus," Dumbledore told him brightly, handing him a plate and fork. "Welkin said to wish you a Happy Birthday. Very fortuitous, being married on your birthday. You’ll never have occasion to forget your anniversary."

A slice of cake and three glasses of wine later, and Welkin was still being monopolized by those buffoons. Having reached the end of his tolerance, Snape navigated his way across the dance floor, and deftly commandeered his bride from her current dance partner, dancing her through the hall and out the door.

"Our guests, most of whom I did not invite, can enjoy the party without us," he told Welkin, grasping her hand. "I think it is past time to retire for the evening."

"I think that’s a great idea, oh, husband of mine," Welkin agreed cheerfully, following him quite obediently for once.

By the time they reached their quarters in the dungeon, down that long, spiraling stone staircase, Welkin was a little out of breath, because Snape was walking so fast.

He opened the door to their private chambers, and swept her up in his arms, remembering to carry her over the threshold. He repeated the same actions into their bedchamber, then slammed the door, and lunged at her.

"Don’t tear my dress! I want to save this! Severus, please, there are buttons in the back. Just undo the buttons. Don’t tear it! It will take a little patience, but…" She didn't get a chance to finish.

Snape pulled out his wand, pointed at the back of her gown, and all forty tiny buttons obediently popped out of their loops at once. He jerked the gown down to the floor, and lifted her out of it, as she hastily pulled off the veil and tiara, and flung them into the corner, kicking off her bejeweled satin slippers as well.

Snape carried her to the large four-poster bed, and deposited her there on the coverlet. "Were you planning on saving these knickers as well?" he asked, indicating her lacy undergarment.

"No, I…"

He tore them off, and quickly started divesting himself of his garments.

"But, Severus, I have a beautiful nightgown that I picked out especially for tonight. Can’t you just let me go get it?" she asked wistfully.

"You can wear it later," he said impatiently, now completely nude, and completely, undeniably erect. "As you can see, there is quite obviously no need for your seduction techniques tonight." He pushed her thighs further apart, positioning himself between them. "Are you ready for me, my wife?" he asked hoarsely, placing the tip of his thick, ten-inch erection against her slick slit.

"Yes, my husband," she replied obediently, her voice filled with desire, waiting for him to fill her.

He thrust himself into her up to the hilt, making her cry out at the rough invasion, and she wrapped her legs around him as he fucked her, rocking with his movements.

"Welkin, my wife."

"Oh, Severus, please…not again." Welkin groaned with her eyes closed. "I’m so tired," she pleaded.

Snape was amused, and more than a little pleased with himself at her admission that he had worn her out with his ardor for her last night. However, sex was not the reason for his waking her.

"Breakfast has arrived, my sweet," he announced.

Welkin opened one bleary eye. "Breakfast? Is there coffee?"

"Yes, a pot of it."

"Will you bring me some?" she requested, reluctant to move.

"I shall do better than that," Snape said, stripping back the coverlet. Very early in the morning, he had at last allowed Welkin to don her new rose-colored nightgown. He picked her up in it now, and carried her to the table. Holding her in his lap, he poured her a cup of coffee, stirred into it her accustomed two spoons of brown sugar, and presented it to her. "Since I am the cause of your current level of exhaustion, it is the least I can do," he admitted somewhat smugly.

"Mmmm…" she said, sipping from the cup, unable to articulate anything more.

"Poor Welkin." He teased her, kissing the top of her head. "Marriage appears to be more than you bargained for."

"Jerk," she responded, taking another sip of coffee, then letting her head lean against his chest.

"Such impertinence to your Lord and Master," he said, continuing to needle her.

"Lord and Master?" That, at last, roused her. She sat up indignantly, nearly spilling hot coffee on them both. "That’ll be the day!" she huffed at him, but continued sitting in his lap. She took a more bracing gulp of coffee. "I’m still me, you know, even if we are married. Nobody owns me. Just because we’re married, it doesn’t mean that you can tell me what to do. This is going to be an equal partnership and…what is this you’re wearing?" she asked, suddenly distracted from her lecture. She looked curiously at his long, grey nightshirt.

"It is my nightshirt." Snape raised his chin, and arched an eyebrow at her.

"You look like Rasputin in that thing," Welkin observed, grinning broadly. She spied the Daily Prophet on the breakfast tray and, distracted again, grabbed it. "Oh, is our picture in here?"

Welkin’s lightning quick changes of subject matter were something Snape was starting to get used to. In the beginning, the trait had annoyed him intensely, as he himself was a very linear thinker. He had always considered that to be a more logical way of assessing things.

His conversations with Welkin, however, had long ago convinced him that she was a woman of superior intellect and reasoning abilities, despite her rather disjointed way of reaching conclusions, flippant way of expressing herself, and tendency towards letting her emotions run away with her. He had slowly come to appreciate that her seeming weaknesses were, in fact, strengths, affording her a uniquely creative way of looking at things, and a delightful wit. He was almost jealous of her. With the exception of his potions-making skills, Snape did not consider himself to be a very creative person.

"Oh, my God! What a couple of weirdoes!" Welkin had found their portrait on the society page. "You look like you want to kill somebody - probably that poor photographer - and I look like I’m far too happy about it. I’ve got way too many teeth." She showed him their picture.

"I like your smile," Snape said truthfully. It was, in fact, one of the things he found most attractive about her, paired with her tendency to smile at him. Nobody else ever seemed to.

"Thank you, sweetness…and I’m sure I’d like your smile too, if I ever got to see it," Welkin teased him.

Snape had also been surprised, during their first week together, when they had talked each evening on her balcony after their frenzied lovemaking sessions, that Welkin genuinely seemed to enjoy his company. Aside from his acknowledged ability to give her the most intense physical pleasure she had ever experienced, she liked spending time with him, and was very open with him.

It had been Dumbledore’s idea to magically create the balcony for Welkin, since there were no balconies attached to any of the living quarters at Hogwarts. Snape had been puzzled at his insistence, but the outdoors area, with its spectacular view, had proved to be most advantageous in what Snape now considered to be their courtship. In just three short weeks, Welkin had become his lover, his best friend and confidant on that balcony, and at last, his wife. Severus Snape, the loneliest man at Hogwarts, was no longer alone.

"Oh, God! Listen to this," Welkin said. She quoted to him from the newspaper account. "The former Miss Cooper hails from the United States of America, and is reputed to be from a Wizarding family of great antiquity. Where do they get this bullshit? I guess they didn’t want to say you lowered yourself to marry a mere Muggle."

She was silent for a few moments, then looked at him seriously. "You don’t feel that way, do you? The way that they obviously do. That you lowered yourself by marrying me? Are you ashamed of me, that I’m just a Muggle?"

"Of course not. Do not ever think that. I am very proud to have you as my wife."

"Poor Severus. You got a bitch, instead of a witch."

"You are not a bitch," he insisted.

"And you are not really an asshole, my handsome husband." Welkin leaned against him again, her head against his shoulder. "The verdict is still out on sex maniac."
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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)

Chapter 10 - Severus Snape Takes A Bride