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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 12 - Catfight at the Quidditch Match

Welkin attends her first Quidditch match with Severus, and must cope with both the sparse selection of snack foods, and the unwanted attentions being paid to Severus by someone from his past.

Author's Note: This chapter introduces a new original character, the seductress, Huldra Helliwell.

Sports didn’t particularly interest Welkin, but Quidditch was apparently a big deal in the Wizarding World and Severus insisted that she attend the Slytherin vs. Gryffindor Quidditch match with him, so she went along to humor him. She took her place with him, in a boxed-off area, which included Minerva and Albus. To Welkin’s chagrin, just two rows behind them, sat Lucius Malfoy, with a bevy of witchy ladies surrounding him, all of them dressed to the nines.

Lucius, despite the surfeit of lovelies paying court to him, spotted them the moment they arrived, and his attention immediately became riveted on Welkin, much to her annoyance. She pointedly scooted closer to Snape, knowing Lucius was watching, even without having to turn around to look. She took Severus’s arm, leaning her head against him in an exaggerated display of wifely contentment.

The players took the field on their brooms, and Welkin gradually forgot about Malfoy, trying to make sense of the game, as she watched the furious action in the air. Snape whispered salient points about the game in her ear, and made sarcastically witty remarks that made her laugh repeatedly until, to her surprise, she began to enthusiastically cheer each time a score was made. To Snape’s amusement, Welkin cheered no matter which team scored, leaping from her seat to shout and do a little dance, unselfconsciously wiggling her ass from left to right each time, which Snape found pleasantly distracting. He was looking forward to teaching her some plays himself later tonight, after the game.

Snape pulled out a silver flask, and took a drink of firewhisky, just as Welkin sat down again. "Hey, what’s that? Is that firewhisky?" she whispered. "Give me a taste." The Weasley twins had mentioned it and she was anxious to try it. She took a deep swig out of the flask he handed her, feeling it burn on the way down, and let out a low whistle. "That’s strong stuff." She coughed and wiped her mouth. "You’ve been holding out on me." She playfully fended him off when he tried to get the flask back, long enough for her to get another swig.

Snape took another drink as well, and returned the flask to his pocket. "You may have another drink after the next score, if you behave yourself."

"Who is that with Severus?" the beautiful brunette witch sitting next to Lucius asked.

"That, believe it or not, is his wife - his Muggle wife," he emphasized.

Huldra Helliwell knew that Snape, at one time, like a lot of hot-blooded young wizards at Hogwarts, had been interested in her in a sexual way, when they were both quite a bit younger. Because she was a pureblood witch, whose family was quite a bit wealthier than the strange, solitary teen, she had ignored him then, considering him somewhat beneath her. Seeing Welkin hanging onto him now, so obviously smitten with him, had drawn her attention, however. If the Muggle found him interesting enough to marry him, perhaps there was something about him that Huldra had overlooked. Huldra had made quite a hobby of collecting other women’s husbands, at least temporarily. With her beautiful face and desirable body, she was confident she could add Severus to her collection as well, should she choose to do so. He might make for an amusing diversion for a month or two. The Muggle could have him back after she’d had her fill of him. Of course, Severus probably wouldn’t want his Muggle back, after he’d tasted what Huldra had to offer him.

Lucius was ignoring his female companions, watching Welkin’s firm, rounded Muggle ass in her tight jeans, as she bounced and twitched her way through another of her little victory dances. God, how he still wanted that saucy little piece of tail in his bed, even after she had both insulted him, and drawn blood by biting him, during their encounter in the Hogwarts library. What a little spitfire she would be, writhing beneath him. He’d make that tight ass of hers twitch, given half the chance.

"How long have they been married?" Huldra asked Lucius, intruding on his dirty little reveries concerning Welkin.

"Less than two months," Lucius told her. "Interested in Severus, now that he’s a married man?" Lucius asked her, knowing her penchant for such games. Huldra smiled at him with her impeccably made-up full, red lips.

Welkin took another swig from Snape’s flask. "I need a bathroom break," she announced, scrambling past him. "Be right back."

Knowing Welkin, she was also going to look for a snack, Snape thought. She had already expressed disappointment that there were no 'hotdogs, nachos or funnel cakes' at Quidditch matches. Of the three, Snape was only vaguely aware of what a hotdog was.

"Hello, Severus," a seductive female voice greeted him. Snape looked up at Huldra Helliwell smiling down at him, with her alarmingly glossy red lips. "May I sit down?" she asked, not waiting to be told yes. She simply insinuated herself into Welkin’s empty seat. "I was sitting with Lucius, and when I saw you, I just had to come say hello to an old friend." She leaned in to touch his arm intimately. "You’re looking even more handsome than I remember," she said flirtatiously.

"You are…looking well," Snape responded uncomfortably, wanting to remove her hand from him, but not quite sure how to do it in this public venue, without attracting unwanted attention. Huldra took care of the problem by removing it herself, and then created a bigger one by shifting her hand to his knee.

"I hear congratulations are in order, on your recent marriage, even though it makes me a little jealous of your wife. I always thought that we might end up getting together. At least, I always hoped so," Huldra told him, giving his knee a little squeeze. Snape tried to move his knee away from the uninvited contact, but Huldra had it in a vice grip, and was now eyeing what Welkin liked to call his 'goods', much to his growing discomfort.

"Severus, who is this rude woman pawing you?" Welkin demanded, returning just in time, much to Snape’s relief. "And why is her presumptuous ass in my seat?" Welkin, with a half-eaten apple fritter in her hand, was frowning at Huldra.

"Oh, my dear, you must be Severus’s wife," Huldra said, with a fake smile. "Severus and I are old friends. You mustn’t be jealous." Her hand moved a little farther up Snape’s leg as she said it.

"I don’t care who the hell you are. Get your fucking hand off my husband and get out of my goddamn seat," Welkin said.

"Well!" Huldra stood up, as if shocked by Welkin’s coarse language, although she had certainly heard much worse from other men’s wives over the years. "I guess we’ll have to get together to reminisce some other time, Severus," she purred, shooting Welkin a haughty look.

"I don’t think so. Not if you don’t want the rest of this fritter crammed up that hot to trot ass of yours," Welkin told her, as Huldra hurried past her, and rejoined Lucius’s group.

"Glad I didn’t have to waste a perfectly good fritter," Welkin said, reclaiming her seat. "Want a bite?" she offered Snape, who was looking at her with unconcealed admiration. He leaned over and took a bite.

"Very well handled, Welkin." Minerva leaned towards her to compliment her. Minerva had never liked Huldra. She was a predatory female of the worst sort.

"Thank you," Severus said, after swallowing his bite, and Welkin knew he wasn’t referring to the fritter.

"Think nothing of it." She smiled back at him. "What kind of a wife would I be, if I didn’t come to your rescue when you’re being menaced by random trollops?"

"That little Muggle nobody! Who does she think she’s dealing with?" Huldra fumed to Lucius, who hadn’t heard Huldra’s part of the exchange, but had certainly heard Welkin’s portion of it clearly. Her defense of Severus, extricating him deftly from Huldra’s clutches, had both amused and aroused him. The minx was driving him to distraction - so much so, that he might have to seek a private location soon to relieve himself. Of course, he could have any of the witches seated with him, if he chose, but none of their twats held any mystery for him.

"Surely, you aren’t giving up, Huldra?" Lucius goaded.

"You know me better than that," Huldra assured him. "I’m determined now. I’ll have Severus Snape before the sun dawns tomorrow," she vowed. "Why wouldn’t he prefer me? I’m beautiful, and pureblood. She’s pretty, I’ll grant her that, but she’s no great beauty like I am."

Lucius knew she was right. Huldra was much more physically beautiful than Welkin; yet, Welkin had something about her that he couldn’t quite put his finger on - something Huldra would never have - something she had given freely to Severus.

Lucius pictured the spirited little Muggle naked, submitting herself to Snape’s every desire, freely, uninhibitedly, and without reserve. "Excuse me, ladies," Lucius said, rising from his seat, careful not to let his arousal become common knowledge. "I have something rather urgent that I need to attend to…"

"Who won?" Welkin asked.

"Gryffindor," Snape said flatly.

"That’s too bad," Welkin said sympathetically.

"You were just cheering for Gryffindor," Snape pointed out.

"Oh, I know it. I’m an equal opportunity cheerleader," Welkin said. "But I’m still sorry your team lost. Have another drink of firewhisky. It’ll make you feel better."

Snape took his flask back, and took a swig. "I do not feel better, but I do have to take a piss," he told her.

"Go on. I’ll catch up with you. I need to collect my winnings from the Weasley twins."

"You bet against Slytherin?" Snape asked accusingly.

"Well, yeah. Gryffindor’s record was better," Welkin said pragmatically.

Snape shook his head at her ruefully, turned on his heel, and left her sitting there.

"There goes a sore loser, in search of a place to whiz," Welkin told Albus.

"And here goes a gracious winner, in search of the same thing," Albus said, exiting the stands with Minerva.

Welkin collected her modest winnings, stuffed them into her pocket, and was ready to go look for Severus. It wasn't long before she spotted him a short distance from her on the Quidditch pitch. A dark-haired woman was standing much too close to him to suit Welkin. She squinted at them. "That better not be who I think it is," she told Hermione, Ginny and Luna as they strolled up to her.

"What are you talking about?" Ginny asked.

"That woman with Severus," Welkin pointed.

"Huldra Helliwell?" Hermione asked. "We did just see her with Professor Snape."

"Did she have her hands anywhere near him?" Welkin asked, narrowing her eyes again.

"Well, he was trying to stay away from her, I think," Hermione said.

"She was all over him!" Ginny reported breathlessly. "She's notorious for seducing other women's husbands," she added helpfully.

The Weasley twins, and Harry and Ron, still wearing their Quidditch gear, arrived as they were reporting to Welkin.

"Yes," Fred Weasley confirmed, happy to stir the pot a little more. "She was like a female octopus." He made a lot of suggestive writhing gestures with his arms in illustration. "She was all over him. I don’t think Snape…I mean, Professor Snape, can handle her for long."

They all looked at Welkin expectantly. They didn’t have long to look. "That man-eating bitch!" she exploded, fueled by equal parts of jealousy, and the firewhisky she’d consumed. She removed her snake bracelet and handed it to Hermione. "Watch this for me." Welkin took off across the muddy field at a fast pace.

They all looked at each other, and took off after her.

Snape removed Huldra’s hands from his person yet again. "Do not touch me again in that manner," he insisted. "I am a happily married man, and I have no desire to take a mistress. My wife is, I assure you, all the woman I will ever need."

"Am I not beautiful, Severus? Look at me." She stroked her body suggestively, thrusting her breasts forward as she did. "Look at what I’m offering you. My family is pureblood. I can’t believe you prefer that common little Muggle over me." Huldra threw her arms around his neck, and tried to kiss him.

With relief, Snape saw Welkin approaching them at a run. With alarm, he saw the others who were following her.

Welkin skidded to a stop, grabbed Huldra by her dark, perfectly coiffed hair, and yanked her away from Snape, hard. Huldra shrieked in pain.

"Keep your fucking, slimy, man-stealing hands off my husband!" Welkin shouted. A circle of people started to form, drawn by the commotion, and by Fred Weasley happily shouting, "Catfight!"

"I’m not going to tell you again." Welkin pointed at her. "Don’t be touching my property!"

Her property? Snape certainly liked the sound of that. He would have to remember it for the next time Welkin complained to him about his possessive attitude toward her.

"He prefers me!" Huldra insisted. "Why would he want you, when he can have a beautiful witch like me?"

"Maybe because he doesn’t want a second-rate slut, who has been fucked by every wizard in town, and probably has more venereal diseases than all the girls in a two dollar whore house," Welkin announced, her hands on her hips, aggressively staring Huldra down.

With a roar of anger, Huldra drew her wand.

"Expelliaramus!" Snape shouted the Disarming Charm, as he drew his own wand with lightning speed, knocking Huldra’s wand from her hand. It spiraled into the air, and fell to the muddy ground. Huldra and Welkin both dived for it, Welkin reaching it first. Welkin rose to her feet with it, turned and threw it away over the heads of the crowd who had gathered around them.

"Let’s see how brave you are without your wand," Welkin said, steeled by anger. "Let’s see how you do in a fair fight." Welkin gestured towards her with her hands, urging her forward. "Bring it on, bitch!"

Huldra rushed at her with another roar. Welkin shifted to the side with agile ease, and caught her by the back of her hair again, yanking her back, and punching her squarely in the nose with her right fist. Blood spurted freely, and Huldra fell to her knees in the mud, wailing and holding her broken nose.

As Welkin moved closer, she suddenly lunged at her, grabbing her by the ankle, and managed to topple her. Welkin fell on her back and Huldra leapt to straddle her. They wrestled, rolling on the muddy ground, getting their clothing and hair caked with the mire, clawing and scratching at one another - Huldra shrieking like a banshee, and Welkin shouting a string of obscenities at her that even Severus had never heard her use before.

Hermione looked shocked. Ginny was grinning and shouting encouragement at Welkin. The Weasley twins, Fred and George, looked at the muddy, brawling, cursing Welkin, looked back at each other, and announced humorously in stereo, "I think I’m in love…"

"My money’s on Welkin," Fred added, "Any takers?"

Albus strolled over to Snape, keeping one eye on the catfight. "Which one is Welkin?" he asked conversationally. They were so muddy it was hard to tell.

"The one on top, at the moment," Snape said, looking pleased, obviously enjoying the sight of Welkin fighting over him.

"Ah, yes. I recognize her…" Albus trailed off, reluctant to admit he had recognized her by her ass.

A gasp from the crowd brought their attention fully back to the fight. Huldra, now on top, had drawn a dagger she had concealed beneath her clothing, and was attempting to stab Welkin with it, as Welkin struggled against her.

Snape lifted his wand hastily, alarmed, but before he could act, he heard Lucius shout, "Expelliaramus!" and watched the jeweled dagger go whirling aloft, falling to the ground. Hermione Granger ran forward to retrieve it.

Welkin scanned the crowd quickly and, with amazement, saw Lucius Malfoy, his wand still in hand. He shrugged at her with a sheepish smile on his face, and re-sheathed his wand inside his cane.

Turning her attention back to Huldra, who was now pinned securely beneath her, Welkin grabbed and twisted her broken nose painfully. "That’s for trying to kill me, bitch," she told her as Huldra let loose a fresh howl of pain. Welkin got off her and stood up, jerking the bruised and battered witch to her feet. "Listen to me, skank. I want you to know one thing for certain. If you ever try to touch Severus again, or even so much as speak to him, I’ll break every bone in your fucking body, not just your snooty, stuck-up nose." She pushed her away as she released her, glowering at her.

Huldra, caked with mud and blood, recoiled from Welkin, and started to limp away, keeping one eye on her warily. She picked up speed until she was traveling in a running limp, and disappeared across the far side of the Quidditch pitch.

Welkin, also sporting some minor injuries, and a limp, started to go to Severus, paused, turned around, and limped over to Lucius instead.

"I don’t know why you did it, and I don’t care to know, but thank you," she told him. She turned and limped back to Severus, without waiting for a response. She just wanted to give the devil his due.

"You’re getting to be a hell of a lot of trouble, do you know that?" Welkin told Snape.

"The question is, am I worth it?" Snape asked. "I believe that I am," he added immodestly. "Obviously, you do as well."

Welkin laughed loudly, the dried mud cracking on her skin, and dropping to the ground. Hermione approached to hand her back her bracelet, which Welkin slid back onto her left wrist. "I think my ankle is sprained," Welkin told Snape. "I’m not sure I can make it back to the castle unless you help me."

Snape proudly swept her up in his arms, and started carrying her back. The circle of people parted to let them through.

"Just don’t expect me to defend your honor like this at every Quidditch match," she warned him. "Hey, can we stop and see if there are any more apple fritters left?"

Snape healed Welkin’s sprained ankle first, then turned his attention to her minor bruises as she sat in the bath, rinsing the final traces of mud from her face and hair. "You always seem to be patching me up," Welkin said.

"I like to keep my property in good working order," Snape told her.

"Your property?" Welkin frowned.

"Wasn’t that what you called me?" Snape demanded.

"Well, yes, but…"

"Then by your own admission, you are also my property, and you can no longer deny that," Snape concluded with a pleased smirk.

"That’s not fair, to use those words against me. I was angry when I said that," Welkin pouted. "I was trying to get my point across to your ‘old friend’, " she protested.

"Life is not fair," Snape told her crisply. "You said it, and now you must acknowledge the logic of my conclusion. If you consider me to be your property, then I also have leave to consider you mine."

"Oh, alright!" Welkin gave up. "I’m your…property," she said through gritted teeth. "But I still don’t have to do everything you say," she told him, standing up and stepping out of the tub. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself, heading for the bedroom, with Snape trailing after her.

"I think we should discuss my property rights," Snape said, as she retrieved a baby-blue nightgown from the dresser, and headed back to the bathroom. The door slammed in his face as he attempted to follow, and he heard the lock click.

Welkin towel-dried her hair, put on her nightgown, and brushed her teeth. When she emerged from the bathroom, she nearly ran into Severus, who was still standing in front of the door, but was now clad in his nightshirt. "As I was saying…"

"I don’t want to hear another damn word about your property rights tonight," Welkin told him. "I’m going to bed."

"An excellent idea," Snape agreed.

"I’m going to bed…to sleep," Welkin emphasized. She threw back the coverlet on her side of the bed and crawled in, closing her eyes immediately, leaving Snape looking nonplussed.

Snape finally crawled in on his side. "But, you just fought for me," he said. He rolled over close to her, leaning over her shoulder expectantly. "Do you not wish to claim your prize?" Welkin ignored him, yawning. "Wife, I have need of you," Snape said, employing his code phrase for needing sex, which had always worked before.

"If you think I’m just going to roll over and spread my legs for you every time you say that, you’re sadly mistaken," Welkin told him.

"Then, I shall just have to exercise my property rights," Snape said, grasping her by the waist, and forcefully rolling her onto her back.

"Hey! Stop that!" Welkin struggled with him as he positioned himself on top of her, pinning her to the bed easily. "Don’t you dare force yourself on me," she warned, wriggling beneath him, which only served to arouse him.

"Or, what?" he asked snidely. "It appears to me that you are in no position to negotiate such a demand. You are my wife, and that gives me certain privileges," he told her, his face just inches from hers.

"And you’re stronger than me, right? You can just take what you want. You don’t have to consider how I feel, or what I want, at all." Welkin’s voice was quiet and even. There was no smile on her face. "Take me then, if you think it will give you pleasure." She focused her eyes on the ceiling, doing a fine job of playing the martyr.

With a curse, Snape released her, and rolled off her onto his back, one arm flung across his high forehead, following her example by staring up at the ceiling, as if the answer to his confusion was written there. "I do not understand," he admitted. "You respond with pleasure when I am dominant in our lovemaking. You fight for me, and announce in public that I am your property. You admit that you are mine as well. I tell you that I have need of you, and yet you reject me."

"I’m not rejecting you, Severus. I’m rejecting your attitude. I’m trying to get you to understand that there has to be something in this bed besides your need for sex, or mine, for that matter," she added, trying to be fair about it. "I'm telling you that, if I am your property, it’s by my choice that I am, not because it’s my duty. Do you really think the only reason I fought for you today is because I like having sex with you?"

"No. I thought that you fought for me because you have love for me," he responded quietly, as if he were no longer sure of that.

"Exactly!" Welkin rolled to her side towards him, elbow bent and her head propped up by her hand. "I love you, Severus. I’d like to think you feel the same about me."

"But, I have said it to you," Snape protested, and he turned to face her as well, unconsciously mirroring her pose.

"That one time," Welkin said. "I haven’t heard you say it since then, without my prompting it, even though I’ve told you repeatedly that I love you."

"I had thought you would know it by my actions."

"I do, but it would be nice to hear it too, every now and again."

Snape considered her words. "I have love for you, Welkin, and I think I understand what you have said. My property rights do not supersede yours. They are equal. I am agreeable to that."

"Good," Welkin said. "I'm glad you understand." She hoped he really did, and wasn't just saying it to humor her.

"We do not have to engage in lovemaking tonight, if you really do not wish to, even though my need of you is great," he added. "I shall abide by your decision, however difficult it might be for me." It was his turn to play the martyr now, obviously.

You smooth bastard, Welkin thought. You know exactly what effect you’re having on me, saying that. He always managed to find the chink in her armor when she was angry with him.

"You know what?" Welkin told him, smiling at him tolerantly, now that he had managed to extinguish her annoyance at him. "Why don’t you just come here and kiss me, and we’ll see where that takes us?"
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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)

Chapter 12 - Catfight at the Quidditch Match