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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 18 - Dinner with the Malfoys

Welkin's training progresses. Welkin meets Voldemort and attempts to create just the right impression with him. Severus is forced by circumstances to do something he is loath to do to Welkin.

Severus stood motionless, one hand on the curtain, looking down from a window high in the North Tower. He was watching intently as Welkin practiced with her wand, under Dumbledore’s able tutelage.

Albus had moved the lessons outdoors, after too much damage had happened to the classrooms they initially borrowed for their tutoring sessions.

Minor damage was always expected with untrained students, but was usually minimal, since a pre-teen could rarely manage to project enough power through the wand to wreak much havoc. The amount of power that Welkin was already projecting through her wand was unexpected, however. Combined with her inability to modulate that power, it made practicing outside in the open field seem like a much less dangerous option to Dumbledore. At the present, they were practicing Incendio on bales of hay.

Welkin did very little of the excessive wand waving that Snape found so annoying in first year pupils. She maintained a firm grip on her wand, extended her right arm with a forceful snap, and pronounced the spell with clarity and confidence. She needed practice with her aim, which was sometimes off, but all in all, Snape thought that she was doing quite well. Her performance in defensive tactics with the wand was also coming along much better than he had expected. She parried Dumbledore’s basic dueling attacks, and when knocked down, rose to her feet almost immediately without complaint, determined to try again.

A small number of students were watching the lesson, and Draco Malfoy was among them, Snape noted. He was a little concerned by that. But, he knew that Draco rarely traded Owls with his father, Lucius, usually only with his mother, Narcissa, and at the moment, Draco seemed more concerned with the Slytherin girl whose arms were brazenly draped around his neck, than with Welkin and her lesson. Draco was getting to be a little bit too much like his father in some ways, Snape thought with disapproval.

Reluctantly, Snape let the curtain fall back into place, and turned from the window, leaving Welkin to her lesson. He focused his attention on the errand that had brought him to the tower in the first place.

"I’m still getting a little too much kickback from my wand. Do you think if I aim a little lower, it will correct for the up-tick, and I’ll hit what I’m aiming for more often?" Welkin asked Dumbledore. Hot and thirsty from the workout, she accepted his leather water pouch from him. She tilted back her head, and poured a long stream of cool water into her mouth. They were sitting on the rocks at the edge of Black Lake together, resting and waiting for the sun to set, before returning to the castle. She wiped her mouth on her sleeve, as Dumbledore considered her question.

"The problem is not your aim," Albus told her. "It is learning to control the amount of power that you project through the wand. Your aim will improve when you do that," he told her. "For that matter, I think perhaps that you are depending too much on aiming. It is not necessary to aim to hit your target. It is merely necessary to sense your opponent, observe their preferred strategy, and anticipate their next move rapidly. You must use your intuition as much as your intellect, Welkin. I wouldn’t have thought it would be necessary to tell you that. You seem to operate very well on intuition, especially where it comes to Severus."

Dumbledore removed his slippers and socks, and let his feet dangle in the dark waters. "Aaahhh," he said, splashing them about a bit. "Most refreshing!"

It was a little chilly for that, but, what the hell. Welkin took off her shoes and socks and joined him.

"I don’t think Severus believes in intuition," she told Albus. "He’s very everything-by-the-book sometimes."

"Does that diminish the feelings that you have for him? That he is not more spontaneous and rebellious?"

"No, of course it doesn’t. It’s just not his nature. He likes to have things well-organized, planned, and structured. I just wish he could enjoy himself more, and not always be so concerned about following the rules and keeping things under control. I don’t think he’s had a lot of fun, up to now. But I’m definitely going to change that," Welkin promised.

"I have no doubt that there is a lot that you can teach him about breaking rules and losing control. Poor Severus." Albus sighed sympathetically.

"Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?" Welkin huffed at him. "I thought you liked me," she added, her grin giving away that she was only pretending to be offended.

"Anyway, you set up this love match, old man, remember? ‘Poor Severus’ wouldn’t even be in this fix, under my terrible influence, if you hadn’t brought me here in the first place. Which reminds me - I’ve been doing a little reading and I think you used a Portkey to bring me here. Am I right?"

"Perhaps." Albus smiled.

"So, what was the Portkey? I’m curious."

"What was the last thing you remember touching?" he asked her.

Welkin arched her eyebrow, and smiled mock suggestively at him, but decided not to make the obvious vulgar quip in response.

"I had stopped to look at the foliage, and I remember it was so beautiful and colorful that I wanted to take a picture, and…my digital camera! That was it, wasn’t it?"

"Perhaps," Albus confirmed obliquely.

"But, when did you..."

"Welkin, really! Must you strip an ‘old man’ of all his secrets? Leave a little something to the imagination. Is this how you treat poor Severus? Constantly bombarding him with questions?"

"Poor Severus is doing just fine for himself - don’t you worry about that!" Welkin assured him. "He doesn’t care how many questions I ask him, as long as he gets his pillows plumped every night," Welkin stated bluntly, but far less crudely than she usually would have put it.

"Every night?" Albus raised both eyebrows. "I don’t think that I shall ever call him Poor Severus again," he avowed, clearly impressed.

"By the way - how dare you tell him that he’s pussy-whipped! Do you know how much I had to let him boss me around, until he got over that?" Welkin complained.

Albus was staring off into the distance, as the sun began to set, streaking the November sky in vivid golden, orange, and purplish hues.

"Earth to Albus." Welkin wiggled her fingers in front of his face, breaking his concentration.

"Oh, sorry, my dear. I was just thinking fondly about the last time I had my pillows plumped."

Welkin let out a raucous burst of laughter, grabbing Dumbledore’s arm, and leaning against him as she continued to laugh convulsively. "You nutty, old wizard," she finally gasped. "You’re as crazy as I am!"

"Where are your shoes?" Severus frowned as she came in carrying Sully, singing a nonsensical song to him, which was apparently about a large, rocky mountain made of candy.

"Oh…" She looked down at her feet, wiggling her toes. "I must have left them at the lake. Or maybe Albus picked them up. I’ll ask him tomorrow. I kicked ass with my wand today. Did you see me?"

"I saw you. You were quite good," Snape agreed, forgetting about her bare feet and the ridiculous song.

"Thank you. Sully and I have missed you today, Daddy. Come here and give Mama a welcome home kiss." She puckered up in anticipation, closing her eyes.

"You look like a fish," Snape said gruffly, but kissed her anyway.

"I smell like one too. Albus and I were playing in the water after practice."

Welkin crossed the room to deposit Sully in his cradle, then returned to Snape and gave him a proper kiss, plastering her body against him. He could smell the lake water mingled with her sweat. "Have you had supper?" She breathed the question in his ear.

"Yes," he confirmed, as his hands moved over her.

"Would you like to have me for dessert?" she invited.

He didn’t bother to reply. He simply swept her up, and carried her to their bed.

"The invitation came today," Snape told her later, as he lay spooned against her back, his arms around her.

"When is it?" Welkin asked apprehensively.

"This Friday evening, at eight."

Tonight was Wednesday. She turned in his arms to face him. "What if two more days is really all we have?" she asked him solemnly.

"I thought that I was supposed to be the pessimist in this relationship," he teased gently, stroking her hair as she gazed at him forlornly. "I will not let anything happen to you," he promised.

"Make love to me again, Severus, please," she requested, unshed tears glistening in her eyes.

Welkin slipped a small piece of parchment into Dumbledore’s hand as Snape was handing over Sullivan to Madam Pomfrey, the Hogwarts nurse, to be looked after until their return. "Open it after we’re gone. I don’t want Severus to worry." Albus took it, and secreted it in the pocket of his robe.

Severus had explained to her that, should Voldemort disbelieve them about the reason for the child’s absence, it would be helpful if Welkin thought of an image of Sullivan in the infirmary, lending some credence to their claims of his illness, if Voldemort probed her mind.

With Sully safely ensconced in the infirmary, Welkin, carrying a bottle of wine to present to their hosts, walked between the two men as they made their way through the circuitous hallways of Hogwarts, and downstairs to the first floor.

The dress Welkin had chosen for tonight was black silk, with a subtle shimmer to it. The sleeveless dress had a horizontal neckline that bared her pale shoulders, and was notched in a vee at the center to expose just a hint of cleavage. It was also vee’d in back, to the middle of her torso. Cut to skim her curves closely, it narrowed gradually from the hipline, the fabric ending just below the knee. The dark heels she was wearing accentuated the curve of her legs, which were, arguably, Welkin’s best feature. Her jewelry consisted of simple silver drop earrings which culminated in a glittering three-dimensional starburst pattern, her engagement and wedding rings, and after some consideration, the snake bracelet which Severus had first presented to her to claim her as his own. If she were going to die tonight, she wanted to die wearing his bracelet, she thought morbidly.

Reluctant to place her wand into a handbag where it might be discovered, she had secured it well above her hemline strapped to her inner thigh, reasoning that was the safest place for it. She did not think they would be frisked.

Welkin cleared her throat nervously as they exited at one of the side entrances, and finally stood outside under a canopied walkway.

"Are we taking a carriage, I hope?" she asked Severus.

"We cannot. It would take too long. We will have to fly," Snape told her.

"Oh, fucking great!" Welkin replied, exasperated. "You know I’m afraid of heights – and I haven’t even had broom training yet."

"You will not need one. You will fly with me," Snape told her. He stepped out from under the canopy, and opened his cloak. "Come here, and put your arms about me. Hold on tightly." Any other time, that would be an instruction that Welkin would be more than happy to comply with.

"See you later," Welkin told Dumbledore, somewhat wistfully.

"I have no doubt of it," he replied encouragingly, as Welkin handed Severus the bottle of wine, and stepped into his arms. Snape folded his long, dark cloak over her, and Welkin pressed her head against his chest, her arms around him. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt her feet lift off the ground, and cold wind rushing around her as they swirled away, their destination Malfoy Manor.

Albus watched them in the night sky until they were out of sight, then he withdrew Welkin’s note from his robe, reading it carefully.

"Hopefully, that will not be necessary," he said to himself, returning the note to his pocket.

Narcissa Malfoy graciously accepted the bottle of wine Welkin offered, as she and Severus were ushered into the massive downstairs parlor-sitting room area of Malfoy Manor. Welkin was immediately struck by what a beautiful woman Narcissa was, in her own cool, blonde, patrician way. It made her dislike Lucius even more for his chosen pattern of marital indiscretions, when he obviously had such a lovely woman at home.

"It’s so nice to finally meet Severus’s wife," Narcissa said. "I’m afraid I was unable to attend your wedding, as I was attending to family matters when your nuptials occurred." Narcissa had actually been attempting to visit her sister Bella at Azkaban, but she had been turned away, yet again. "Lucius tells me that it was a lovely ceremony."

Speak of the devil and… Lucius appeared at Narcissa’s side to greet them, and give Welkin a surreptitious once-over, as his wife turned to speak with Severus.

"Lucius, would you open this wine and let it breathe for a bit? We’ll enjoy it before dinner is served," Narcissa instructed, as she turned back to him.

"Of course, Cissy, my darling," Lucius told her, giving Welkin another lingering look before turning away to head towards a small, but well-stocked bar.

It was just at that moment that Welkin noticed the tall figure seated near the fireplace, back turned to them. Lord Voldemort slowly rose from the chair, and turned to face them, walking towards her.

"Ah, my dear," the repugnant creature addressed her, stopping halfway and extending a claw-like hand, beckoning her to join him.

Welkin forced herself to walk towards him, and Snape quickly followed her. Voldemort grasped her hand, and brought it to his ghastly lips. "So delighted that you could join us," he said, his charming words at odds with the cool, appraising gaze he had fixed on her.

Welkin pretended that she was an actress in a play, and this hideous creature was actually an enchanted prince. She smiled at him warmly. "I’m so pleased to meet you, milord," she said, addressing him in the respectful manner in which Severus had taught her. "I’m honored that you chose to invite me."

"Severus has been remiss in not bringing you to meet me sooner. And the child…" Voldemort looked at Snape. "Did you not bring the child, as I instructed?"

"The child is ill, and in hospital at the moment, I regret to say," Snape told him.

"Really? Is the child that sickly? Perhaps the result of inferior Muggle genes, " Voldemort said, and fixed his gaze on Welkin again.

"He is not usually so delicate, but the child is somewhat dehydrated from a recent illness, and Dumbledore insisted that we leave him in the infirmary as a precaution, for a day or two," Snape answered for Welkin quickly, before her temper could get the best of her. He need not have worried. Welkin fixed an image of Sullivan with the nurse in her mind, and ignored the insult.

"Must we talk about the baby tonight? I so rarely get an evening out," Welkin complained, pouting petulantly. "I’m beginning to think that my husband doesn’t want to be seen with me. That he’s actually embarrassed by me - can you imagine that?"

"Oh, I’m sure that’s not true," Narcissa told her.

"Well, even if it is, he more than makes up for it at night, when we’re alone. Don’t you, pumpkin?" She winked at Snape. "If there’s anything I’m good at, it’s pleasing my man!"

"Sit down and be silent, Welkin. You are making a spectacle of yourself again, and I will not countenance that," Snape warned her, playing along with her act.

Voldemort chuckled as Welkin flounced over to a chair, and flopped herself into it, glaring at Snape like a spoiled child.

Lucius was pouring the wine, watching the little melodrama with interest. What was going on here? This was not the Welkin that he knew. As everyone seated themselves, he played the gracious host, and passed around the drinks, bending a little lower when he came to Welkin, rudely staring down into her cleavage.

Welkin took her glass and raised one hand to her chest to block his view, still smiling sweetly.

"Did you choose the wine, Welkin?" Lucius asked, walking away to lean casually against the mantel of the fireplace. "It’s quite a good vintage. I was under the impression you Americans preferred wine from those quaint boxes - quantity instead of quality."

"Oh, I don’t know anything much about choosing wines. Severus picked it. He said I’d just muck it up. I’d rather have beer any day of the week, but Severus is trying to teach me about the finer things in life, you know. He said I should act more like a lady, now that I'm married to a professor. He wants me to try to improve my mind, but reading all those dusty old books just makes my head hurt!"

"Beer? That is quaint. I thought your drink was firewhisky?" Lucius prodded. "You seemed to have quite a lot of it at the last Quidditch match I attended at Hogwarts. I believe that Severus actually had to carry you off the field, didn’t he?"

"Whoooo Wheeee! That firewhisky sure does get my blood pumping! If you know what I mean?" She winked broadly at Voldemort.

"Welkin! I believe I told you to be silent. I do not intend to repeat myself," Snape warned her. "I must apologize for her disruptions, milord. This is the real reason I may have seemed reluctant to introduce you. She does not know how to behave in polite and genteel company."

"Nonsense, Severus." Voldemort continued to chuckle. "No need to apologize. She is exactly what I would expect of a Muggle, and I can see that she has her compensating charms," he added, his eyes running over Welkin’s lush form, as she continued to smile at him. "The less intellect, the better, when it comes in such an attractive package."

"See…now there’s how a gentleman treats a lady!" Welkin flung the reproach at Snape. "Milord likes me just the way I am!"

Voldemort probed Welkin's mind lightly, and found her to be apparently concerned only with the effect her party frock was having on the males in the room.

Narcissa had been watching all of this with her mouth agape. How could Severus ever have married such an uncouth, empty-headed, vain creature? She expected her own faithless husband to be attracted to a tart like this, but never suspected that Severus would be. Men! You could always count on them to think with their genitals. Narcissa would just have to think of a way to rush through dinner, and usher them out the door as quickly as she could.

"Could you tell me where the little girls’ room is?" Welkin asked. She downed her glass of wine in several quick gulps, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, set her glass down, and stood up. "The flight here was a little rough, and I need to tinkle."

"Up the stairs, and second door to the right," Narcissa said somewhat haughtily. Hopefully, the silly creature knew her left from her right. Welkin sashayed her way out of the room and up the stairs.

"I really must see that the house-elves have everything in hand," Narcissa said, using that as an excuse to escape the room before Welkin returned, and started in again.

"Milord, I wish to…" Snape began another apology.

"I can see why you would want to fuck her, but breed with her, Severus?" Voldemort interrupted him. “I always thought you had better judgment than that. My advice is to smother the child, and then have your Muggle bitch sterilized."

"The child keeps her occupied." Snape shrugged. "It is that much less time I have to be afflicted with her, until I am ready to bed her."

Lucius set his wine glass on the mantel, and excused himself. "I believe I will see what is keeping Cissy," he announced, leaving the room. As Narcissa had just left the room herself, his reason for leaving made no sense. Snape watched him warily, suspecting that his own wife was not the one that he had excused himself to go seek.

This was going much better than she had expected, Welkin thought, as she washed her hands in the bathroom basin. Voldemort, she was sure, thought she lacked the brainpower to be any sort of threat to him, and that Severus had only married her so he’d have easy access to her pussy. She somewhat regretted that Narcissa was probably also convinced of the latter proposition as well, but that couldn’t be helped. It was her and Severus’s skins on the line tonight, not Narcissa’s. Lucius had inadvertently played into her game, by insulting her at every turn. She smiled at herself in the mirror. "Act 2, Scene 1," she said to herself, "Welkin enters, playing the fool…"

Welkin strutted out of the bathroom, and ran headlong into Lucius Malfoy, leaning against the wall by the door, grinning at her like an aristocratic possum.

"Taken to lurking outside bathrooms now? That’s about your style," Welkin said, as he blocked her path.

"What little game is it that you’re playing with the Dark Lord?" Lucius sneered.

"I don’t have any idea what you mean," Welkin said.

"Really? I mean that simply enchanting performance you gave downstairs. Not that I didn’t enjoy it, but we both know that woman isn’t the real Welkin. Playing the empty-headed Muggle sexpot doesn’t fool me. I did so enjoy the sexpot part, though," he said in a coarsely appreciative tone, using his arms to frame her on each side, and make her press herself back against the wall.

It was déjà vu - the library all over again. She didn’t understand him at all. He’d possibly saved her life by disarming Huldra Helliwell when she had tried to stab Welkin, but now he was back to his old disgusting behavior, as if that had never happened. Welkin turned her head away, as he leaned in closer. "I think you’d better let me go back downstairs, unless you want me to make another scene, and bring your wife up here to see what you’re doing."

"You don’t think that she already knows? Don’t be naive. That also doesn’t suit you. I happen to be privy to a bit of information about you that the Dark Lord would find very interesting, I think," Lucius told her.

"I doubt it. But satisfy my curiosity. What exactly is it you think you know?"

"I happened to intercept a certain Owl from my son Draco yesterday, meant for my wife, in which he relayed a very curious piece of information. It seems he observed you practicing with your wand with Albus Dumbledore."

Welkin inadvertently gave a quick intake of breath. Damn it! This could ruin everything.

"Your wand, Welkin. Now, what would a non-magical Muggle be doing with a wand? You were doing quite well with it too, according to Draco," Lucius accused. "Do you know what this would mean for Severus, if I revealed it to the Dark Lord? He would know that Severus has lied to him about you. Do you know what happens to Death Eaters who lie to him? It isn’t a pretty thing, my dear. Not pretty at all." Lucius smiled at her maliciously.

"You wouldn’t?" Welkin pleaded. "Please, don’t betray Severus. You used to be his friend, didn’t you? Trying to get back at me for insulting you isn't worth betraying a friend."

"I might let myself be persuaded not to tell." Lucius smiled again, as he stroked the side of her cheek suggestively. "If you’d agree to…"

"Malfoy! Get away from her!" Snape pulled him away from Welkin. He had finally managed to excuse himself to come upstairs, after Cissy returned to the parlor to entertain Voldemort.

"Severus! He knows about me and my wand! He intercepted a message from Draco yesterday, and he’s going to tell Voldemort!" Welkin couldn’t keep the panic from her voice.

"Really?" Snape held Welkin against his side protectively, and regarded Lucius with contempt. "Perhaps you should rethink that particular impulse," he told him. "After all, how would you explain to the Dark Lord that you knew about this for over a day, and did not bother to inform him of it?"

Lucius turned pale at the thought, and began to backtrack on his threat. "I had no intention of revealing Welkin’s secret. Severus, you know that I would do nothing to endanger you!"

"Go back downstairs," Snape told him with disgust. "Cissy is probably looking for you."

To his surprise, Lucius slunk away down the stairs as ordered.

"Severus, what if he does tell?"

"He will not. He would not risk his own position, or his family, regardless of what he thinks of me or you."

"We have to get out of here, before something else goes wrong," Welkin said. "I guess it’s time to skip to the last act of this play. When we go back downstairs, here’s what I want you to do…" Welkin explained her impromptu change of plan to him.

"I could not! I will not!" Snape objected vehemently.

"It won’t fool Voldemort otherwise. You have to. Please, Severus. I just want to get out of here as fast as we can!" Welkin begged.

"How long does it take to…tinkle?" Narcissa said the vulgar word with disdain. "Lucius, did you see that creature upstairs? What can be keeping her?"

Lucius opened his mouth to answer, but was interrupted as loud voices could be heard coming down the stairs.

"But, I didn’t!" Welkin shouted.

"Do not lie to me!" Snape was heard. "I saw you with him, you brazen hussy!"

Voldemort rose from his chair, and wandered to the doorway with Lucius and Narcissa, in time to see Snape drag Welkin down the stairs, then fling her on the floor in the foyer.

Welkin scrambled to her feet, and backed away from him. "I swear to you I wasn’t trying to seduce Lucius Malfoy!" Tears were streaming down her face.

"Liar! Must I keep correcting you until you learn to control your base desires for other men?" Snape’s voice was now low and ominous. "Your body belongs to me. Only me."

Welkin backed up again, looking terrified. "Oh, Severus, please! I won’t ever…"

Snape drew back his hand, and struck her hard across the jaw, and she fell to the floor again. She lay there sobbing.

"Severus, don’t!" Narcissa shouted. Regardless of what she thought of Welkin, she hated to see her treated like that, especially since she was fairly certain that Lucius hadn’t been such an innocent victim as Snape seemed to think. She had observed the way Lucius was looking at Welkin since she arrived at the manor, and it wouldn't be the first time that he had humiliated her in their own home by dallying with one or more of his stable of harlots right under her nose.

"Please, do not interfere," Snape told her evenly. He crossed to Voldemort. "Under the circumstances, I would like to respectfully request that we be allowed to leave, milord," Snape asked.

Voldemort had a look of sadistic pleasure on his face. "Of course. I completely understand." He glanced towards Welkin, whimpering on the floor. "I shall expect a full report in the near future concerning the methods of correction which you employ on the bitch," he said, a little too eagerly. Snape suspected that he was picturing some particularly grisly ones he might employ himself. Bowing to him from the waist, Snape quickly went to collect Welkin from the floor, pulling her out the front door as she pretended to struggle against him.

Snape pulled her down the driveway past one of the Malfoy carriages, far enough away that their voices would not be heard. "I am sorry. I did not mean to strike you so hard." Severus regarded her with a stricken look, clearly pained to see the dark bruise spreading across her face.

"Never mind that! Let’s just get the hell out of here!" Welkin urged.

Snape jerked her against him roughly, in case someone was still watching, enfolded her in his cloak, and rapidly took flight.
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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)

Chapter 18 - Dinner with the Malfoys