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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 23 - Hermione's Secret

Snape's lies to Welkin come back to bite him in the butt. Welkin thinks he's done the one thing she considers to be unforgiveable, and refuses to believe his denials.

Hermione Granger stared at the huge pile of books before her on the mahogany table and sighed. Ordinarily, she took nothing but pleasure in spending long hours in the library doing research, but something was distracting her these days. Thoughts of someone specific were distracting her from her studies, and it wasn’t Ron Weasley she was obsessed with.

Why can’t I stop thinking about him? Hermione asked herself with frustration. Her crush on him had begun at the Yule Ball last year when she saw him arrive with his partner, looking so different, and somehow so much more attractive and worldly than he usually appeared to her.

When he and his partner had danced, the romance of it all had mesmerized her. The way their bodies blended together on the dance floor had almost made her swoon as she watched them, and Hermione had felt a pang of envy, suddenly wondering what it would be like if she was his dance partner, instead of Welkin.

Unknown to any but Ginny Weasley, who had finally guessed her embarrassing secret, the unlikely object of Hermione’s mad teenage crush was none other than the routinely reviled Hogwarts Potions Master, Severus Snape.

"He’s a married man!" Hermione berated herself, aloud this time. "Stop thinking about him like that!"

She opened another of the thick, dark leather-bound texts and tried to read, but her mind kept drifting back to today’s Potions class, when he had stood so close behind her, observing her brewing technique on the potion they had been assigned as homework at the end of the previous class session.

She had imagined that Professor Snape might be able to hear her heart pounding loudly, excited as she was at how near he was to her, and she had blushed, ducking her head so that he would not see, as she felt her cheeks flush. To both her relief, and her disappointment, he had not noticed, and had finally moved away from her without comment on her work, as he usually did. Ron Weasley had nearly ruined the moment by asking loudly why she was so red, and was she coming down with something?

Was she imagining it, Hermione asked herself now, or had Professor Snape been unusually attentive to her work in class lately. He seemed always to be hovering about her. She had never noticed that before. Could it be possible that he felt something for her as well? He was an intelligent man, and she was an intelligent young woman. Surely he would appreciate that about her, and perhaps had even noticed and appreciated that she was taking better care of her personal appearance of late, taming her rebellious locks of long hair, and wearing a hint of lip gloss and mascara.

Hermione liked Welkin well enough, she really did, but the woman was obviously no match for Professor Snape intellectually she thought; and a man like him needed intellectual stimulation above anything else. She was certain of that. Hermione could provide that for him, and he could teach her…other things, she thought, blushing again. Besides, he and Welkin argued and fought all the time. How could their love possibly be real and stable if they never seemed to be in agreement about anything? Welkin was much too flippant about most things, from what Hermione had observed about her. She was always joking and teasing with everyone, and seemed more interested in having a good time than in the pursuit of her studies. That must be very annoying to a serious man like Professor Snape. What Professor Snape really needed was someone he could have a meeting of the minds with, she told herself. Someone serious and focused, just like he was. Someone like Hermione herself was. What difference did it make that there was a huge age gap between them? Their love and intellectual regard for one another could surmount anything.

Hermione sat with the book open, ignoring it - her chin propped in her hand - as she continued to daydream about what her life would be like, if she was Mrs. Hermione Snape.

Snape stood at the desk for several minutes, tapping one foot quietly with annoyance, as he waited for the Hogwarts librarian to appear. The blasted woman was everywhere ordinarily, but when she was truly needed, she was nowhere to be found.

Severus had decided to surprise Welkin by acquiring a copy of a book that he had suggested to her to supplement the Potions textbook used in his class. It had been one of his favorites when he was a student, and he thought that Welkin might benefit greatly from reading it.

Impatient to be on his way to meet Welkin for lunch, he abandoned his wait, and decided to find the book on his own. He would leave Madam Pince a note to let her know that he had borrowed it.

The task of locating the proper aisle proved to be more difficult than he anticipated, due to the odd cataloguing system that Irma Pince employed. Snape frowned to himself as he wandered the aisles without success, until suddenly he spotted Hermione Granger seated at a table in one of the study areas. Quickly striding up to her and halting by her side, he waited for her to look up and notice him, but the girl seemed to be woolgathering, staring off into space with an odd expression on her face.

"Miss Granger," he said, and she at last looked up at him with a start. Her face immediately flushed a bright red. How odd, Snape thought. Miss Granger seemed to be suffering from some strange malady that had made her prone to severe facial flushing quite often in recent months. Perhaps he should suggest she visit the Hogwarts nurse for an examination.

"Miss Granger," he repeated, now that he had her attention. "I require your assistance to locate a book." He told her the title.

"Yes…um…I know just where…yes, sir…I think I…um… know where it would be," she stammered. "I know just where that is…I think I…that is..."

"There is no need to keep repeating yourself, Miss Granger," Snape told her curtly. "My auditory system is excellent, I assure you. I heard you quite well the first time."

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir. Of course, Professor Snape." Hermione shakily rose from her seat and led the way, as he followed her towards the back of the room, to the very last aisle.

Welkin looked at the scrap of parchment in her hand with the book title written on it: Creative Brewing and Bottling Techniques in Potions Development From the 12th Through the 18th Centuries, by Herkimer Bosch. Boy! Wasn’t that a mouthful!? She hadn’t been able to find the librarian, so she had decided to search for herself. Where was everybody today? The stacks appeared almost deserted in this section. Hopefully she could find somebody to point her in the right direction. If she couldn’t find it in a reasonable amount of time, she’d give up and meet Severus for lunch, and come back later when help was available. Humming cheerfully to herself, she started her swift perusal of the aisles.

"Are you certain that the book is in this section?" Snape asked Hermione impatiently, as she fumbled fruitlessly among the titles.

"Oh, yes! I’m almost positive it is," she answered. Hermione was terribly aware of how closely he was standing behind her, given the narrowness of the aisle. She imagined herself leaning back against Snape, and him becoming suddenly overcome with the urge to encircle her with his arms, turn her slowly, and press his lips tenderly to hers.

He had to feel something for her. They were intellectual soul mates, and were meant to be together, providing the mentally stimulating companionship to each other that would result in their lofty achievement in their respective magical fields of endeavor. She just needed to do something to make him see that recent revelation as clearly as she did.

Do it! Do it now! Her churning emotions and hormones urged her to action. Let him know how you feel about him, and he’ll admit what he truly feels about you. She spotted the particular book title she was looking for, and slowly, dreamily lifted it from the shelf. With book in hand, she whirled suddenly, looked directly into those deep black eyes, and with two swift movements, let the book drop to the floor, and flung her arms around Professor Snape’s neck.

"Miss Granger! What do you think that you are doing?!"

"Oh, Professor Snape! I’m in love with you!"

Before he could react, Hermione pressed her lips to his, clinging to him like a cockle-burr. Startled, he reached up and placed his hands against the sides of her slender torso to push her away. Naturally, it was at that inopportune moment that Welkin finally found the aisle she was looking for.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Welkin demanded.

Their heads turned towards her, Hermione’s face looking flushed with teenage desire, and Snape looking like the straying snake of a husband that he was, who’d just been caught in the act.

"I…I…we…" Hermione stuttered.

"Oh, shut the fuck up!" Welkin ordered. "I can see perfectly well what you’re doing! Please, don’t let me interrupt your sordid little...little...student/teacher conference! I was just leaving...for good! You can have the lying, cheating, unfaithful bastard!"

Welkin whirled and disappeared, as Snape shouted after her, belatedly extricating himself from Hermione’s love-struck death grip on him.

"Welkin! Come back! Please! She just suddenly flung herself at me! You must believe me! Welkin!" Severus shouted after her.

Snape turned to Hermione, who was standing there staring wide-eyed at him. His face was livid, etched with anger. "You wretched girl! See what you’ve done with your infantile foolishness!?" He abruptly abandoned her to chase after Welkin.

What had she done? Hermione stood looking after him for a moment, then slowly sank to the floor and began to cry.

"I never want to see him again. I hate him!" Welkin was talking to herself as she raced down the hallways, on her way to their quarters. She should have hexed them both! Unfortunately, she didn't know any hexes yet.

This was not like the Huldra Helliwell incident, where Severus was an unwilling object of seduction. It was obvious to Welkin that he had been more than willing, and had to be the seducer in this case, since he was a lot older than Hermione. There was only one thing in the world that would ever have made Welkin think of truly leaving Severus, and he had just done it, the son of a bitch! Or was just about to do it, if he hadn’t already. Obviously, they weren’t expecting her to happen on their little trysting place.

"I’m taking Sully, and I’m going back to where I belong! Far away from that sneaking, lying, unfaithful bastard! What did I ever see in him? How could I be so stupid? He’s probably been fucking that deceitful little bitch the whole time we’ve been married!" The students she was passing in the hallways looked startled as Mrs. Snape ran past them, ranting to herself.

After she arrived at their quarters, Welkin also startled the nanny who she and Snape had selected for Sully, by dismissing her early, and telling her that her services would no longer be needed. She gave her a generous bonus, and quickly sent her on her way. She could pack a bag later, with items she and Sully would need in their temporary new quarters in the North Tower, until she could arrange to leave Hogwarts for good. Right now, she just wanted to leave as quickly as she could. Welkin didn't want to be here if Severus came looking for her.

She snatched Sully from his cradle, and hurried out the door with him, ducking into an alcove behind some drapery, just as she saw Severus rounding a corner with his head down. When he had passed, obviously headed towards their chambers, she hurried on her way to see Albus Dumbledore. Poor Sully, Welkin thought sadly, as he began to whimper. It’s not going to be a very good first Christmas for you.

"Come in, Severus," Dumbledore told him, just as Snape raised his hand to knock on the headmaster’s door. "I've been expecting you. I know why you’re here," he told Snape as he entered, looking worried and strained. "Welkin has already been here, and I am reluctantly allowing her to resume her room in the North Tower, although she adamantly refuses to tell me what the problem is between you two now. She has only indicated to me that you have done something quite unforgivable in her eyes."

"The North Tower?" Snape said. "Yes, of course! I should have guessed!" He exited the office as quickly as he had entered, leaving Albus still very much in the dark about what could have occurred to cause such a massive rift in Severus’s relationship with Welkin.

"Welkin, please open the door," Snape pleaded, after discovering that his beloved wife had been practicing her skills with locking charms, and had secured the door quite expertly against him. "I swear to you that it was not as it might have appeared. Miss Granger caught me quite unawares, and flung herself at me. I have not dishonored our marriage vows. I swear to you, I have not!"

"Go away!" Welkin shouted through the door. She leaned against it, her face contorted by anger, and the effort not to cry. "You’ve done nothing but lie to me the whole time we’ve been married. Do you really think I’d believe you now? I saw you with her! Go away or I’ll call the prefects and have you removed. Do you really want everyone at Hogwarts knowing about your dirty little affair with a student? I doubt you’d have a job for very long if it became common knowledge. Go the fuck away!"

"Welkin, my love…please! If you would but open the door, we can talk about this."

"Go away! You've ruined everything! I hate you! I HATE YOU!" Welkin dissolved into bitter tears as Snape continued to plead with her to let him in.
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Chapter 23 - Hermione's Secret