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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 14 - The Pregnancy: Tales From the Darkside

Vignettes of Welkin's trials and tribulations coping with Severus through the course of her pregnancy. Albus offers her training in the Magical Arts, and Welkin goes through the formality of being sorted by the Sorting Hat. Welkin has a very disturbing dream.

"No! I don’t want it! Please, don’t make me drink that again, Severus."

"Professor Sprout assures me that it is very good for the baby," Snape said, looking determined.

"But it tastes like…dead things! I won’t drink more of it! I won't! You can’t make me!"

Maybe that was the wrong thing to say, Welkin thought, backing up as he approached her stubbornly, with a full glass of the horrid green stuff.

"You are carrying my child, and you will drink this. You are not leaving this room until you do."

"No!"

Snape grabbed Welkin, and pinched her nostrils shut, until she had to open her mouth to breathe, then managed to pour a big gulp of the nasty stuff down her throat, making her gag. He clapped his hand over her mouth, to prevent her from spitting some of it out.

"I can continue to do this, until it is gone," he threatened. "Or, you can show some reason, and drink it like an adult."

"Oh, alright! Give me the damn stuff!" Welkin finished the glass in three big gulps, and then clapped her own hand over her mouth, until she no longer felt like vomiting. "Satisfied?" She glared at him.

"Very." He smirked, as he took the glass from her. "You shall have one of these each night, for the next several weeks," he announced, sounding quite pleased with himself.

"Oh, God! This is just like something out of Rosemary’s Baby! That part where they make her eat the chocolate mousse, and then the devil rapes her. You really are the devil, aren’t you?"

"I would never force myself upon you, Welkin." Snape pulled her into his lap, and stroked her hair soothingly, now that she had done what was required for the health of their child.

"Well, I don't see why not. It would be a hell of a lot better than that awful green crap you just force-fed me!"

"Will you please stop feeling of my stomach? He’s not going to kick again, I'm telling you. I just want to go to sleep."

"I am merely concerned that perhaps the child should be more active at this stage of development. I intend to hold my hand here, until I feel him kick," Snape told her, sounding like the neurotic, obsessive idiot that Welkin was beginning to suspect him of being.

"I’m going to kick the crap out of you myself, if you don’t stop obsessing about this, Severus. And then, when the baby’s seventeen, I’m going to tell him to kick the crap out of you too…"

"I told you, his name is Aloysius." Welkin had no intention of naming the baby Aloysius, but for some reason, Severus detested the name. It annoyed him when she said she would name the baby that, so she kept insisting she would, every time he started to badger her about the subject of names.

"You are not naming my child Aloysius, and that is final." Snape fumed at her, his lips tightly compressed.

"Well, I’m not naming him Severus. Besides, he likes Aloysius. He practically leapt in my womb with joy, the first time I told him that would be his name. We can call him Al for short…Al Snape." Welkin turned her head away to smile, so that Severus wouldn’t see.

"He’s going to have dark hair and eyes, like his father, with my complexion, and he’s going to be a very great wizard, someday. Maybe he'll be an even greater wizard than his father is."

"Is that a prediction, Welkin?" Albus asked thoughtfully.

"Well, it’s…just something I know. I just feel it."

"Which actually brings me to the reason I wanted to talk to you," Dumbledore said. "The Ministry has decided that, because of your bloodline, you shall receive tutoring in the Magical Arts. You will not be an officially enrolled student, mind you, but you will receive the same instruction, and will be subject to testing."

"That actually sounds pretty interesting," Welkin said eagerly. "I’ve been so bored, just sitting around here getting fatter and fatter with this baby. I think I’d like that."

Her enthusiasm surprised Dumbledore, who failed to mention to her that he was the one who had pushed the Ministry for this training for her. Add that one to the growing list of things he'd failed to mention to her, that he had arranged, or pushed for, where she and Severus were concerned.

"Will I have a wand?"

"If one chooses you, yes."

"Will I have to ride a broom?" Welkin hesitated.

"I don’t think that would be wise at this stage, considering your condition," Dumbledore said. "Your instruction will be very basic until after the baby is born. Very academic. Practical application will have to wait, for now."

"Then, let’s do this thing!" Welkin grinned. She was definitely ready for this new phase in her life.

"Is this wise?" Snape asked, with a worried look on his face, as Welkin sat on a tall stool in the Great Hall, preparing to have the ancient Sorting Hat placed on her head.

"No harm will come to her, Severus. It is a formality only, but it is one that the Ministry, nonetheless, insists upon. She shall continue to reside with you, regardless of which house is chosen for her, if one is chosen at all," Dumbledore assured him.

Welkin sat looking around at the students, faculty, and officials all gathered for her Sorting. It was unusual in many respects, especially since it was being done nearly at the end of a school term. Welkin waved to a few people she knew, smiling, and looking cool and unconcerned.

The Sorting Hat was placed on Welkin's head. There was a long pause, then…

"Hmmmm," the Sorting Hat pondered. "Interesting - there is another…" It was obviously referring to the baby.

"Yes, there is. I’m pregnant," Welkin informed the Hat. "Perhaps you know the father? Professor Severus Snape?"

"Yes…Severus Snape…I remember him...a rather odd boy."

"A rather odd man, too, at times, but a great one," Welkin said proudly. "He’s definitely a keeper. I wouldn’t ever want anyone else."

Welkin was talking to the Sorting Hat conversationally, as if it was an old friend, which amused Dumbledore, but astonished others in the Great Hall.

"You are older than the accustomed student," the Hat observed.

"What can I say? I’m a late bloomer," Welkin quipped.

"Hmmmm," the Hat said again, studying her. "Intelligence…charm and wit…great bravery…resourceful…impulsive, and quick to anger…stubborn…a little devious…great tenacity of spirit…great loyalty…Hmmmm…this one...hard to say...the attributes so evenly divided…your choice," the Hat concluded.

"My choice?" Welkin pondered briefly. "Then, I stand with my husband. I choose Slytherin."

"So shall it be. Bring the child back when he is of age. Very…interesting family," the Hat made its final observation.

"Thank you," Welkin said, though she wasn’t quite sure how that last comment was meant. "It’s been a pleasure wearing you," she said politely.

The Sorting Hat was removed, and Welkin, now well into her fourth month of pregnancy, put her hand on her stomach in an unconscious protective gesture, as she got down from the high stool.

"That’s one hell of a woman you’ve got yourself there," Mad-Eye Moody told Snape. Moody was appreciative of Welkin's aplomb and loyalty to Snape, whether Snape deserved it or not.

"Obviously," Snape agreed proudly.

"I know they say your breasts get bigger when you’re pregnant, but this is ridiculous looking," Welkin said. "I’m popping out of all my bras," she said with annoyance. "Look at this," she insisted, indicating her excess cleavage to Snape.

"You were never what I would call small," Snape told her, as he appreciatively viewed the breasts in question.

"I know, but they were more like grapefruits, not melons. None of my bras fit anymore," Welkin complained again. "You’ll just have to get me some new ones."

"I shall? I would not know where to begin. They are your breasts, after all. You should be the one to secure the coverings for them," Snape protested.

"They may be mine, but you certainly get the benefit of them every night. You’ve gotten as obsessed with them as you have about rubbing my belly all the time. Anyway, I would if I had time, but I’m working out my class schedule with Albus today. Get Minerva to go with you, if you need help," she instructed. "Here. I wrote down my measurements for you. Get some nursing bras too. I’m going to need those, when the baby is born."

"Never ask me to do that again." Snape snapped at her, setting down the brightly colored bag he was carrying. Reluctant to ask anyone to accompany him, he had undertaken the effort to purchase new undergarments for Welkin on his own, and it had been one of the most mortifying experiences of his married life thus far.

"Why? What happened?"

"I do not wish to discuss it," Snape told her. "Suffice it to say, I felt very out of place in that establishment."

"Oh, but you did a good job," she assured him, examining his purchases, and holding them up to herself to check the fit. "Oh, my! What do we have here?" Welkin drew out the lacy black pushup bra, trimmed in red rosettes. "This doesn’t look like a nursing bra. Unless you’re the one who plans on doing the nursing," Welkin teased.

"I thought it was the least I deserved, considering the humiliation I suffered while making these purchases," Snape complained.

"I'm sorry you were so embarrassed. But you really did do a good job, Sweetness. Don’t you worry, Sevvy. You’re going to be justly rewarded for your humiliation tonight," Welkin promised.

Snape was propped up in bed in his nightshirt, waiting impatiently for Welkin to finish her preparations in the bathroom, and deliver his promised reward for his disturbing afternoon in the lingerie shop. He couldn’t complain that the frequency of their lovemaking had diminished, but its unrestrained vigor had been somewhat curtailed, owing to the need to consider the child she carried within her. Snape did very much miss that, and hoped it would resume quickly once his son was born.

Welkin emerged from the bathroom, in a completely sheer, loose black robe, the black and red bra visible underneath, and nothing else. She walked to the foot of the bed, loosened the ties of the robe at the neck, and pulled it apart to display herself to him, her stomach swollen with his child.

His cock began to swell, as she mounted the foot of the bed, and slowly crawled towards him like a cat, affording him the best view of her large, rounded breasts, straining against the lacy black fabric as she moved. By the time she reached him, he was nearly fully erect, and breathing harder.

Welkin suddenly realized he was wearing his old nightshirt, not the one she had bought for him, though this was his spring version, which was shorter, and just skimmed his knees. Him and his precious buttons, she thought, as she unbuttoned the top four buttons and pulled the fabric aside, kissing and nibbling at his throat.

Snape closed his eyes, and reveled in the tingling sensation that went through him, each time her lips touched him.

Welkin moved to the other side, and repeated her actions, finally pressing her lips to his, for a long, deep, wet kiss that left him dizzy with desire for her.

Sliding backwards, she grasped the hem of his nightshirt, and slowly folded it up, until he was exposed. Licking her lips, she went down on him, making guttural little noises of pleasure as she sucked. He was throbbing with the need for release, when she finally raised herself again, and reached around her back to unhook her bra and let it fall away.

She grasped her swollen breasts in each hand and knelt over him, pressing his cock, still wet from her saliva, between them. She began a fast up and down movement, massaging him as he groaned with pleasure, until she realized he was about to come, and released him. She quickly straddled his hips, and pressed his cock inside her, bouncing up and down to drive it in and out at a faster and faster pace. He reached out to her, and her fingers interlaced with his, their palms together, gripping each other tightly as first she, then he, achieved release.

Afterwards, they held each other, and declared their love in low tones. Welkin never tired of hearing it from him, just as she never tired of teasing him.

"Your son is certainly agitated tonight," she told Severus, pressing her belly against him, so that he could feel the continuous kicking. "I guess we woke him up. It must have been all the bouncing. Or maybe your cock poked him in the eye. He’s probably going to come out looking like Mad-Eye Moody."

"Is this an unusual amount of activity?" Snape was suddenly worried. "Should we do something?"

"Like what? Sign him up for the Quidditch team? He’s fine. He does this all the time. Particularly after we have sex."

"Perhaps we should attempt to restrain ourselves more when we make love," Snape said, not sounding at all enthused about the prospect.

"Fuck that!" Welkin said, to Snape’s relief. "Let the little bastard get used to it!"

"My son is not a bastard," Snape said, sounding offended. "We are lawfully wed."

"Don’t take everything I say so literally." Welkin laughed. "I meant bastard in only the most loving, maternal way. You know, as in, drink your milk, you little bastard…brush your teeth, you little bastard…stop playing with yourself, you little bastard. You’re just like your father."

"I do not play with myself," Snape said haughtily.

"Oh, really? Must I remind you of our little episode at Spinner’s End at Christmas?" Welkin smirked.

"You requested that of me. It was not of my own volition," he protested.

"Well, I wasn’t holding a wand to your head, was I? Do you know what I think? I think you liked it. I think it turned you on. I think we might have to do it again…soon."

"I would really rather not," Snape requested, a little less full of himself than before.

"Yep. Maybe even tomorrow night." Welkin grinned at him evilly. "Goodnight, Sevvy…sweet dreams." God, how she loved to tease him. It was almost as good as the sex.

Welkin was not having sweet dreams. She was having a particularly terrifying one. No longer pregnant, she was alone, in a very dark, and dank place. There were no windows. The only light was from a flickering torch on one of the walls, which were constructed of heavy blocks of dark stone. She heard a scraping sound, as if something very large were slithering across the floor towards her on its belly, and she held her breath, not wanting whatever was in here with her to hear even that quietest of sounds from her. Please let it go away, she thought, wanting to close her eyes, but afraid to. The sound stopped. She waited. One minute, two, three. Alone in the dark. Or was she?

"Welkin?" She heard the familiar voice with relief.

"Severus?" She stood up from her crouched position, and started feeling her way forward, her arms outstretched, searching for him in the gloom away from the torchlight. Her fingertips touched his chest and she exhaled with relief. "Thank God." A face suddenly loomed at her out of the blackness. It was not Severus. Her eyes widened as two pale, skeletal, taloned hands grasped her wrists, and started pulling her forward. Forward, towards the creature who was not her Severus. The creature that had once been a man, but now had the face of a snake. Welkin began to scream.

"Welkin!…Welkin!" Severus had to shake her awake to stop her screaming. When she awoke, she still held a wild-eyed look of sheer terror. She launched herself into his arms, and he held her against himself. "Did you have a bad dream?" he asked, stroking her hair, which seemed to calm her a bit.

"Yes. It was just a bad dream," she repeated shakily. "That’s all it was." A terrible dream, she thought. Nothing like that could possibly be real. Could it? Still, Welkin couldn’t go back to sleep that night.
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Chapter 14 - The Pregnancy: Tales From the Darkside