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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 28 - Snape's Enchantment

Severus learns of Welkin's pledge to Dumbledore concerning him. Ron Weasley's mouth gets him in trouble with Snape the day before the Yule Ball, and Welkin attempts a little matchmaking of her own.

"Promise me that you won’t let Voldemort touch me, Severus. I’d rather you’d kill me before I was forced to carry his child. It would be an abomination! I couldn’t stand it! I’d rather die!"

Welkin shivered at the thought, still clutching Snape’s hand desperately.

"I promise you that I will do my best to protect you always, but please do not ask this other thing of me, Welkin. I could never bring myself to do such a thing," Snape told her vehemently, pulling her into his arms to try to calm her.

"Then, I’ll kill myself, if you can’t do it," Welkin insisted, clinging to him for comfort.

"Stop that!" Dumbledore ordered sternly. "There will be no more talk of you killing yourself, or of Severus performing such a rash and unavailing deed."

Dumbledore rarely raised his voice to chastise, and the fact that he was doing so now immediately got their attention.

"Welkin, think about what you are saying." Albus continued more calmly, trying to make her focus through the emotion, and see a more rational viewpoint. "If you were to do away with yourself, where is the help for Severus in that? Should he have need of you," he reminded her. "Remember? The Gates of Hell? Do you not remember your pledge?"

"The Gates of Hell?" Snape asked, looking puzzled.

Welkin was brought up short by Dumbledore’s pointed reminder. "Yes…the Gates of Hell…I do remember."

She shifted in Snape’s arms to look up at him. "I told Albus that I would stand against the very Gates of Hell for you." She lifted a hand to stroke across his cheek. Albus was right. She could not abandon him. No matter what happened to her. "Thank you for reminding me, Albus," she said, while still gazing calmly into Severus’s dark eyes. "I’m okay now, I think. You don’t have to worry. I won’t ever forget again."

Snape stared back at Welkin, astounded. Just when he thought he knew everything about this woman, she surprised him with something new about herself. There always seemed to be new depths to her that he had not yet plumbed.

"You said yourself that your dreams do not always come true," Snape reminded her later. "Let us not speak of it again, unless it becomes necessary. Put it out of your mind."

He poured her another cup of coffee. "Shall I sweeten it for you?" he asked her solicitously.

"No. I can do it. You don’t have to baby me all the time, Severus. I just panicked for a moment, is all. I’m a lot stronger than I appear to be," Welkin assured him. She stirred two level spoons of brown sugar into the strong brew.

"Of that, I have no doubt," Snape replied, a smile quirking his lips.

They were seated at an empty table in the Great Hall, which sometimes served as a communal common room, where students from all four houses at Hogwarts could study and socialize together, if they chose.

"Albus was really upset when you told him that you had let me in on the secret about you being a spy, wasn’t he?" Welkin said, lowering her voice to a whisper, and leaning close to him to guard this portion of their conversation from being inadvertently overheard. She remembered the furious look on Dumbledore’s face, and his harsh words to Snape about it.

"To put it mildly," Snape agreed. Dumbledore had been as close to being livid as he had ever seen him. Snape squared his shoulders and lifted his chin a little defiantly. "He will just have to deal with it. I will keep no more secrets from you, no matter what. I know that you would never betray anything that I have told you."

Welkin smiled at him proudly for defending her, and rebelling a little against Dumbledore's iron grip on him, even though she understood why Severus felt he had to fulfill his obligation to him...and to Lily. She admired him for it, even though she also selfishly wished he might not be quite so admirable in this particular instance. She had an unsettling feeling that Severus was traversing a mine field where Voldemort was concerned.

Welkin also admired Albus, but she felt that he had no right to consume so much of Severus's life the way he had for so many years. Maybe that was the real reason that Albus had gone looking for someone as a mate for Severus. Maybe he felt a little guilty, Welkin thought.

Severus changed the subject. "So…you said you would stand against the very Gates of Hell for me?" Snape arched an eyebrow at her. "This is somewhat surprising news, since you have constantly reminded me during the past year whenever we quarreled, that you did very well without me before we were married, and could do so again. This pledge of yours must mean that you are actually...rather fond of me?" He queried her about it in a somewhat rhetorical and teasing way.

"Don't get the big head about it. You have to understand that I was under some strain and duress at the time when I said that Gates of Hell thing. We were just about to be married, after you tricked me into it, and I was seriously thinking about hot footin’ it out of Hogwarts before the big day. I only made that pledge to try to appease Dumbledore until I could find the nearest exit," Welkin claimed, giving him a smug look. "I don’t know why in the world I didn’t cut and run on you. I guess I just took pity on you, considering how lost you'd be without me," Welkin concluded with another smirk.

"Oh, really?" Snape said, looking entirely dubious. "Admit it, Mrs. Snape - you are insanely enamored of me - not to mention being a very jealous and possessive woman."

"Insane, maybe. Enamored? Not hardly!" she lied. "And who are you calling jealous and possessive? Ha! Now if that isn’t the cauldron calling the kettle black, I don’t know what is!"

"You are a charming liar, Mrs. Snape," he accused.

"And you are a charming asshole, Mr. Snape," she rejoined. "But, on to more important things. The Yule Ball is tomorrow night, and before that, we should decide where we’re spending Christmas this year. I vote for Hogwarts."

"You do not wish to spend Sullivan’s first Christmas at Spinner’s End? I thought that is why we incorporated a nursery there during the summer?" He looked surprised.

"He’s so little, Severus. I don’t think Christmas is going to be very high-concept to him until next year. I’d rather not go to the trouble of making the trip with him, and dragging along all of his baby stuff, when he’s just going to spend Christmas drooling and peeing on himself and us, smiling at us like the little charmer he is, and guzzling at my breast endlessly like a fat little piglet. Is that alright with you? We can have a nice Christmas and New Year celebration here. Maybe we can go into Hogsmeade for New Year’s Eve," she suggested. "Can’t Father Christmas just visit the dungeons this year?"

"Whatever pleases you, Peaches," Snape said, employing his new pet name for her.

"Thank you, Herb. You’re a Prince among wizards."

"And you are my Druid Enchantress."

"And you are both making me want to throw up," Ron Weasley muttered, just a little too loudly as usual, as he, Harry, and Hermione were passing by. Wasn't it bad enough that they were spitting out little Snapes now, who were going to be running around underfoot all the time? Did they have to sit out in public like this, and go on with that gushing romantic rot? They were supposed to be adults. Why didn't they act like it, and keep that stuff to themselves? Other people didn't want to have to listen to them exchanging silly pet names, when they had better things to do, like find a date for the Yule Ball, for instance. Even Snape, the old Bat, had found someone. Why couldn't he? Bloody hell, it was annoying!

"Mr. Weasley..." Snape halted him, immediately putting on his imperious Potions Master voice. "Come here, if you please."

"Yes, sir." Ron flinched and obediently shuffled over to the table, as Harry and Hermione stood back waiting for him.

"What was that impudent comment again, Mr. Weasley?"

"Well…I…er…"

"He said we make him want to throw up," Welkin said helpfully, smiling sweetly at Ron.

"Is that so? Well, perhaps your delicate stomach will be improved by a day’s detention, starting first thing tomorrow morning."

"But it’s the Yule Ball tomorrow night, sir! I have to have time to get ready!" Ron protested.

"Yes, and once again, I doubt that you have overcome your regrettable and pathetic awkwardness, and managed to invite anyone, so it certainly will be of no great loss to you. There will be no one to impress with your sartorial splendor," Snape said snidely.

"Don’t do that to him," Welkin pleaded. "Can’t you just deduct house points instead? You have a date, don’t you, Ron?"

"Well, no…not yet…but I was just going to ask someone. That’s where I was headed…to ask…" He stopped, not able to think of a likely name.

"What about you, Hermione? Who are you going with?" Welkin asked unexpectedly.

"I haven’t really thought about it, Mrs. Snape." Hermione looked flustered. Harry stood at her side looking amused.

"What are you smirking at, Mr. Potter?" Snape snapped him out of his comfort zone.

"Nothing, sir," Harry said a little too curtly. "Nothing at all."

"Well, then...maybe Hermione and Ron should go together," Welkin suggested. "You’re friends, aren’t you? You’ll probably have more fun if you go with a friend. None of that awful romantic pressure, you know, that sometimes makes you do things you might regret later," Welkin said, looking pointedly at Hermione. "And my name’s Welkin, remember? You don’t have to call me Mrs. Snape," she added, subtly letting Hermione know that all was forgiven.

Hermione looked relieved. If Welkin had forgiven her, then maybe Professor Snape would too, and eventually ease up the pressure on her in his class. She had been upset before when he didn't take notice of her in class, and now she was just as upset when he did.

"There’s something to that," Ron agreed. "There’s no rule says you can’t go with a friend." He looked at Hermione. "What say we all three of us go as chums?"

"I have a date, thank you," Harry said. "But I’ll see you both there."

"Well, I guess it’s just you and me then?" Hermione asked Ron.

"Yeah?" Ron looked a little shocked. "I mean yeah - it is - you and me," he asserted.

Ron turned back to Snape. "I’m escorting Hermione to the Yule Ball," he said firmly, his pride hurt by what Snape had said about his inability to get a date. "I don’t think you should punish her for something I said."

"A valid point, Mr. Weasley. No detention then."

Ron heaved a sigh of relief and turned to leave.

"However...ten points will be deducted from Gryffindor for your insolence," Snape continued smoothly. "Please learn to keep a civil tongue in your mouth, Mr. Weasley. I am well acquainted with your parents, and I should not like to have to inform them of your churlish behavior, as I hold them both in the highest regard."

"Yes, sir," Ron said, and turned to leave again. "Oh, and sir - that was brilliant the way you trounced Lucius Malfoy at my mum and dad’s party. He’s had it coming for years!" He hurried away with his companions before Snape could respond.

Welkin laughed at the startled look on Snape’s face.

"Does everyone know about that?" He looked vaguely embarrassed.

"He was there, remember? But, of course they do, Severus. We’re the hottest gossip item making the rounds at Hogwarts and in Hogsmeade right now. Everybody’s just waiting to see what crazy thing we’ll do next. But that’s okay. It’ll just serve to reinforce our little dramatic scene at the Malfoys, if Voldemort gets wind of it, don’t you think? Lucius was actually fooled too. He asked me if I had left you because of the beatings."

"I suppose." Snape agreed hesitantly. "But my dignity…"

"Is still intact, my big, strong Tigerman. Don’t you worry about that," she teased. "Make a muscle for me, you animal you. I want to see what makes you the terror of social events everywhere. Do you think we’ll ever get another party invitation?"

"That is not amusing, Welkin." Snape frowned. "I have cultivated my image…"

"You actually cultivated that image?" Welkin interrupted. "I thought it was an unhappy accident of your prickly personality." She grinned to let him know she was only kidding.

Snape continued to frown at her.

"Oh, don’t be like that, Sevvy," she cajoled him. " I like your prickly personality. You know I was only teasing. Have a piece of my chocolate cheesecake. It’s really delicious." She sliced off a piece with her fork, but used her fingers to offer it to him.

"No. I don’t want cheesecake," he said petulantly. He avoided the tempting morsel by turning his head slightly. He looked just like a great big pouty baby, trying to avoid being spoon-fed, Welkin thought fondly. It was highly amusing.

"Oh, come on, eat it. You do too want it. You know you do." She thrust her fingers at him again as he tried to avoid her. "Please?"

"Oh, very well! Anything to make you cease this foolishness!" Snape opened his mouth and let her thrust the delectable morsel inside. Despite himself, he couldn’t help sucking on her fingers slightly as she withdrew them.

He chewed and swallowed reluctantly. She was right. It was delicious.

"I do not know why I let you treat me in such a disrespectful way in public venues," he complained, even though he didn’t really feel that put upon.

"Because, I’m your Druid Enchantress," Welkin said confidently. "I have you under my spell."

She had a point, Snape thought. What the hell. His reputation was down the loo anyway. He leaned over to give her a lingering kiss, to the consternation of a small group of third year Slytherin students seated a few tables away, who wondered what in the wide world of Merlin had come over their normally taciturn head of Slytherin House.
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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)

Chapter 28 - Snape's Enchantment