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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 26 - No More Secrets

Snape and Welkin share more secrets. He ponders his attraction to her and to Lily.

Welkin was sore in places she didn’t even know it was possible to be sore. Deprived of her wifely companionship for several days, Severus had been insatiable tonight, and even more demanding than usual. Not that she was complaining. It had been wonderful. She stretched her arms and legs carefully, her body half exposed by the down coverlet, and admired Severus’s naked little behind in the light from the fireplace. He was standing at the small table in the corner of the room, his back to her, as he explored the contents of the picnic basket that Molly Weasley had thoughtfully assembled for them.

"Here." He turned and tossed something to her. "I wanted to cover you with one of these earlier. It looks as if I got my Christmas wish."

"Oh, you got your Christmas wish alright - and then some - and I'm the one feeling the results of it right now," she told him. "I got my Christmas wish too. You're the only thing I wanted this year."

"You were on the 'naughty' list, and so you got me," Severus maintained, making Welkin laugh.

She unfolded the garment he had thrown at her, looked at it, and started to laugh even harder. "Oh, fuck. It’s one of those incredibly ugly Christmas sweaters. Did Molly give you one too?"

For his answer, and only because he knew it would amuse her, Snape pulled his own sweater on over his head and turned to face her, striking a jaunty pose, one hand on his hip. The front of his putrid green sweater featured something that might have been a large reindeer. At least, it had antlers of some sort. The nose and eyes were large furry balls of yarn, and the antlers were decorated with yarn Christmas balls in colors so bright they might blind you if you stared at them long enough.

"Whoa, Nelly! Now that’s definitely a look. Especially with your stuff hanging out like that," Welkin observed, indicating his exposed penis. "I like it. It makes a statement. Very seasonal and decorative, yet somehow...grotesque," she critiqued for him.

Welkin pulled her sweater on over her head and got out of bed, striking her own pose. "How do I look? Does this excite you, Professor?" Her sweater featured a smaller, presumably female version of the reindeer, without antlers, but festooned in equally eye-bleeding bright colors.

"That garment almost makes me not want to fuck you." He was being facetious, of course. There was really nothing in this world that Welkin could ever put on her body that would make him not want to fuck her.

"We’ll use them for contraception, then," Welkin agreed. She tossed his green boxers at him - the ones she had bought for him - realizing as she did that he must have donned them especially for her - in hopes that they would be reconciled this evening at the party.

"Cover up your junk, will ya? It’s distracting me. What’s in that basket to eat?" She slipped her red panties back on, and joined him at the table, as he pulled on his boxers.

Severus had loaded a plate with various meats, cheeses, and confections for her. He handed it to her, and began to fill his own plate as she sat down. When he was finished, he opened the elf wine and poured them each a glass, setting the basket on the floor to give them more room at the table.

"What should we toast to?" Welkin asked.

Severus looked at her seriously, considering her question. "To our love, and to no more secrets," he said finally, having made up his mind about something. He did not want his lack of truthfulness to ever again be an impediment to their love. Welkin had not believed him when he most needed her to, because he had been deceptive and not forthcoming with her in the past. From this day forward, he determined that he would hide nothing from her.

"To our love, and no more secrets," Welkin agreed. She looked puzzled at the last part, but didn’t ask.

"I can’t believe you really decked Lucius Malfoy," Welkin told him as they started eating. "I wish I'd seen it! What kind of repercussions are you going to get from that?"

"None. I would not care if I did get repercussions from it. He should not have been so familiar with you."

"Yeah, damn him. Doesn’t he know that’s your job?" Welkin grinned, loving that things seemed to be back to normal between them. Maybe even better than normal. She devoured a piece of something that might have been game fowl of some sort, chewing and swallowing before delicately licking each finger clean.

"Hermione apologized to me. She told me what really happened. Please don't blame her for having a crush on you and starting all this. Don't take it out on her in class or embarrass her. I think she's already pretty mortified by the whole thing. She's learned her lesson, and so have I. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you, Severus. I guess I just wasn't thinking clearly, I was so upset. I should have known that you would never do that. Not in a million years."

"As long as you believe me now. I want no one else. You must believe that, Welkin. I would never dishonor our love."

"I’ll never doubt you again. Not about anything." She caught his gaze and held it for a long moment, so that he would know just how seriously she meant that. "I'm so sorry for what I put you through, Severus. I was such a fool. I should have listened to you instead of acting like an insane woman and running away like that! I can't promise you that I'll never do anything stupid again, but I can promise you I'll never do that stupid thing again. I'll give you a chance to tell me your side of things, and I'll listen...I'll really listen to you, Severus."

"I am gratified to hear that, my love. Being apart from you, and thinking that it might always be so, has been...difficult. I cannot believe that so many people were trying to reunite us," Severus told her.

"They care about us, I guess," Welkin said, ignoring the cheese on her own plate to select a bite of the same thing from his.

"They care about you," Snape corrected.

"And you too, Sevvy. You never believe that when I tell you, but Albus is very fond of you, and I’m sure a lot of other people at Hogwarts are too."

Snape considered that possibility. He had been shocked and surprised at Welkin’s revelation earlier this evening that Albus had engineered her arrival at Hogwarts, and maneuvered them together, thus assuring their ultimate romance.

"I am also fond of him," Severus finally admitted. "I am indebted to Albus for so much, particularly where you are concerned. I owe him my happiness. I owe him my freedom from Azkaban. But I can no longer owe him my secrecy."

He stood, and drew Welkin to her feet as well. "Come sit with me by the fire, my love. I have something I have wanted to tell you for so long. Let there be no more secrets between us."

Welkin followed him to the fireplace, and sank down on the soft, thick surface of the Tibetan lambswool rug with him. With her back to him, he pulled her between his legs until she was leaning back against his chest, his arms encircling her, and his chin resting on the top of her head. There was a long pause, and then he finally began to speak, telling her the rest of the tale of his association with Voldemort and Albus Dumbledore.

"So, Voldemort thinks you’re still a Death Eater and spying on Albus, but you’re really a spy for Albus and the Order of the Phoenix, that he heads. Severus, that’s so dangerous for you. Why does it have to be you?" Welkin had turned towards him as his story progressed, and was now seated across his lap, her arms around his waist.

Snape studied the concerned look on her face and tried to reassure her. "It must be me because I am one of few who are able to shield their thoughts and emotions from the Dark Lord. I have been very successful at it thus far," he added.

"It must be a terrible strain for you though, always pretending to be something that you’re not. What if something goes wrong? What if you slip? I don’t want anything to happen to you." Welkin was looking at him with a worried frown.

"That will not happen. I will not slip. I have too much at stake now," he said, stroking her hair. "I have you and Sullivan."

It was the first time that Severus had automatically included his son in discussion of their family without having to be prompted by Welkin. Had he finally bonded with him?

"I wonder if Minerva is doing okay with Sully."

"I am sure that they are fine. She would have Owled us if things were not well in hand."

"I know. It’s just that he’s so little. It still scares me sometimes, that I might do something to him to hurt him without even knowing it. I’ve never had to deal with a baby before."

"You are doing fine with him. He smiles quite often. I do not think he would smile if he were in discomfort," Snape logically concluded.

"He does smile a lot, doesn’t he? And did you know that he's already tried to flip over?" Welkin reported with some excitement. "That’s very unusual, isn’t it? I mean - that’s pretty advanced for his age - don’t you think?"

"He is quite exceptional," Severus agreed proudly. "I do not believe that he is in danger of becoming a dunderhead."

They were quiet for several minutes, watching the roaring fire in the fireplace, each lost in their own thoughts.

"Severus?" Welkin finally broke the silence.

"Yes?"

"Would you like to do it by the fire? This rug is soooooo soft. Can we get a big one for our bedroom? Only in black instead of white."

"Have you been practicing Legilimency, Welkin? I was just thinking about the same thing - making love to you on this rug."

"You haven’t started my lessons in Legilimency yet. I guess I just know you really well." She smiled broadly at him, and his heart did a happy somersault in his chest. He had missed her smile.

"I guess you do," Snape agreed. He decided not to remind her of her recent lapse in knowing him so well. There was no need. He did not think it would reoccur.

"Let me assist you with taking off this atrocious ‘contraceptive device’," he said, helping her pull her Weasley Christmas sweater over her head, and tossing it into the corner. He pulled off his own sweater, and it joined hers.

His happiness at being back together with Welkin was causing him to do many uncharacteristic things tonight. He might as well add one more to the list. He picked a pirate theme from among the plethora of Welkin's fantasies that he had to choose from. It was completely out of character for him, and that was one of the reasons he knew that she would love it.

"Avast ye, me darlin'! Cap’n Severus Snape here, Scourage of the seven seas - thar be no use ta hang the jib - heave-to! - bring ’er alongside and prepare ta be boarded, ye saucy wench!"

Snape grabbed her around the waist and buried his face between her breasts. "Arrr!" he exclaimed, shaking his head from side to side. "Surrender ye’r booty ta me, ye buxom beauty!"

Welkin dissolved into laughter, struggling against him, virtuously attempting to guard her booty from being plundered.

"Severus?" Welkin shifted in his arms as they lay watching the fire again. Snape had retrieved the coverlet from the bed for them to lie under. Outside the wind howled and a fresh fall of snow swirled and drifted to lightly cover the ground, while inside, in each other's arms, it was warm and dry.

"What?" he asked, yawning widely.

"Do you visit Lily’s grave?"

"This is the first year that I have not. I have always visited on the anniversary of her death." He was no longer hesitant to talk about Lily, or anything else, with Welkin.

"Why didn’t you this year?"

"Because our son chose to make his arrival that night."

"Oh." She thought about that for a while.

"You could still go, you know. It doesn’t have to be on the night she died. It’s alright with me. I’m not jealous of her or her memory anymore, and I know you love her. You should go, if you want to," she concluded.

"I loved her." Severus corrected her in the past tense. "She is dead and buried. I no longer desire to share that grave with her. Lily was very special to me. She always will be. But you are the only woman who I love now."

"You should go then - to Godric’s Hollow - to visit the grave."

"Would you be willing to go with me?" Snape asked hesitantly, as he stroked her arm.

"You would want me to?"

"Yes, I would. If it would not disturb you. We could stop there on the way back to Hogwarts."

"Of course I’ll come, if you really want me to. I just didn’t want to intrude on your privacy where Lily was concerned. Tell me, Severus…what kind of flowers did she like? We should get some to put on the grave."

Welkin was so completely different from Lily in important ways, Snape thought to himself, yet she was also so much the same in numerous other ways. She was clever, vivacious, popular, and magically gifted, just as Lily had been. She was confident in herself, but also self-deprecating, and willing to concede that she might be wrong about some things that she believed, in a way which was unlike how Lily had been. When Welkin joked or parodied, it was as often about herself as it was about someone else.

Aside from his mental comparisons of Welkin to Lily, Severus had observed that, when the spotlight was drawn to Welkin, it was not because she had sought it. That appealed to Severus too. He could not abide seekers of undeserved celebrity, like Gilderoy Lockhart and Harry Potter, or insufferable know-it-alls, like the brilliant, but annoying Hermione Granger.

Yes, there was still the question of Miss Granger to be dealt with. How that silly chit of a girl could ever have convinced herself that he would prefer her over Welkin was beyond his understanding. Aside from the age issue, she was simply not his type. If someone dry, overly pedantic, and humourless was his type, he would have courted himself, he thought to himself drolly.

True to form, Welkin had asked Severus not to embarrass or punish Hermione for her ill-considered indiscretion, by making her classes with him more difficult. But the girl had nearly derailed his marriage. Of course he intended to extract at least some small measure of retribution for that. Henceforth, he would put her nose to the grindstone in his class so severely that she would not have time to blush and simper her apologies at him. Perhaps that would teach her to refrain from meddling in other peoples' lives.

The kindness and empathy Welkin was exhibiting about Hermione, and about him visiting Lily’s grave each year, was one of the ways in which she both resembled, and differed from Lily in an important way. Lily had been a friend to him when he had needed one badly, but Welkin would never forget him as Lily had. It was more than a function of Welkin being older than Lily was when Severus had known her. Perhaps Lily could be forgiven for bowing to some of the peer pressures of youth, and abandoning him. But somehow, he knew that, had it been Welkin, she would not have done so. Once given, her heart was as stable and unchanging as her mind was mercurial and restless, and her love for him was as solid and eternal as the great magical stone effigies of Avalon.

Welkin tended to take the unappreciated and the supposed misfits of the world under her protective wing. His Welkin rarely had a truly unkind word to say about most people, except when they had shown by their actions that they were cruel and uncaring. Her temper was hot and impulsive, like Lily’s had been, but unlike her, she rarely held a grudge and her anger dissipated quickly, her tempestuous outbursts often forgotten within hours or even minutes. Welkin was tolerant of things about him that Lily either was not, or might not have been, tolerant of.

How had Albus Dumbledore known, when he had selected Welkin for him and brought her here to their world, that she would be so perfectly what Severus desperately needed her to be? Then again, why should he marvel at that? Dumbledore was a very wise and perceptive wizard, and his judgment about a lot of things was uncannily accurate. Why wouldn’t he have seen in Welkin the qualities that Severus had come to treasure in her?

“You’re making me nervous staring at me like that, Severus. Are you plotting revenge against me for being such a fucking dunderhead and doubting you?” Welkin asked. “I’ll let you spank me again, for my punishment, if you want,” she offered, smiling at him suggestively.

Lily would have liked Welkin if she’d had the chance to meet her, he concluded. Snape was certain of it. Perhaps she would even have been happy for him, that he had found someone at last. She and Welkin might even have become friends.
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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)

Chapter 26 - No More Secrets