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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 3
The Inevitable Tumble
Welkin really can't stand that asshole of a Potions Master, can she? Well, maybe that's about to change.

Within the hour, Welkin’s personal effects had arrived, by a method that wasn’t explained to her. Even if it had been explained, she doubted it would have made any more sense to her than anything else she had been told so far.

She had tried her bedroom door to discover it locked, so she contented herself with putting away her things in the large chifforobe in the corner. Welkin was delighted to see that she had a balcony, presumably because she was up so high off the ground floor that they didn’t think she would try to escape by that route. They were correct in that assumption, but perhaps she’d enjoy a little fresh air out there after supper tonight and have some wine to soothe her mind.

As she changed into a vee-necked black top and black jeans, she could hear Snape moving around next door, apparently also settling into his temporary quarters. No doubt, he was the one who had securely locked her door. She held no illusions that, despite what Dumbledore said, Snape was there primarily as a guard, and not to see to her comfort.

It was past breakfast time by now, but Welkin was more tired than hungry. Her conference with Albus Dumbledore and his right-hand asshole, Severus Snape, had lasted until dawn. She crawled into the center of the soft bed fully clothed and nodded off to sleep.

Welkin was in the middle of a disturbing dream when she woke up again about midday. Try as she might, she couldn’t seem to remember the details. She was pretty sure it must have been a nightmare though, because she did remember that it featured Snape. She was a prisoner in a tower, and Snape was slowly advancing on her. That's all of it she could recall.

Lunch was served to her in her room that first day, but Snape appeared at her door as the sun began to set, to escort her to supper. As she had anticipated, supper was mostly an unmitigated disaster, although the food was plentiful and she had to admit that the ambiance in the Great Hall was surprisingly cozy, with all of the candles floating unsupported in the air.

Welkin was seated between Dumbledore and Professor Snape at the head table, and Snape kept staring at her throughout the meal, as if he was her personal warden. It creeped her out so much that she almost couldn’t finish her second helping of blackberry cobbler. No need to starve herself, she thought. She might just need the extra energy if she got a chance to make a break for freedom tonight.

When Welkin excused herself to go to the ladies' room, Snape went with her and was lurking just outside the door when she came back out, as if he didn’t trust her to abide by the agreement she’d made with Dumbledore. Never mind the fact that she had spent her supposed bathroom break searching for a window or another exit to escape through. That fact was beside the point to her. Welkin was still tremendously insulted that Snape, her sullen-faced warden, obviously didn’t trust her.

In fact, nobody she met here seemed to trust her. What was it they had called her again? A Muggle? It didn't sound particularly flattering the way they said it. Why couldn't they at least give her the benefit of the doubt? After all, it wasn't her fault that she was here. This Snape person, in particular, was relentlessly rude and condescending to her, even though she had told them the truth, over and over again.

By this time more than a little paranoid, Welkin imagined that every pair of students' eyes was glued to the Muggle interloper at the headmaster’s table throughout the meal. Quite a few of the curious eyes actually were. The most intense scrutiny was from one table in particular, where a boy with large, round, owl-like glasses sat with a rather delicately pretty girl with tousled hair, and a boy with flaming red hair. At one point she heard the freckle-faced redhead say, incredulously, and rather injudiciously loudly to the girl, "You must be daft! She’s not his girlfriend. Who would want to snog Professor Snape?"

Who indeed? Welkin thought. The man was beyond infuriating. She wasn’t quite certain if ‘snogging’ was kissing, or fucking, but she was pretty sure you shouldn’t contemplate either option with a man you’d like to strangle most of the time when you’re in the same room with him. It didn’t matter if he was kind of off-kilter oddly attractive, emphasis on off-kilter, judging by some of the disgusting things she’d seen floating in those glass jars in the dungeon.

Attractive? Where the hell did that thought come from? Better keep your mind on your cobbler and off of that wizard asshole seated to your right, Welkin advised herself.

"Thinking about having a third dessert, Miss Cooper?" The accusing voice at her ear jerked her attention back to the present. "I can see that you are deep in thought. What an unaccustomed sensation that must be for you."

Snape looked smug, like he was mentally tallying game points he had just earned. Welkin turned toward him, ready to volley a response back into his court, when suddenly she saw his eyes drop briefly from her face before flicking swiftly back up again.

Welkin’s eyes flicked downward briefly as well, checking the vicinity of the Potions Master’s crotch. Was that the beginning of a bulge that she detected? She was pretty sure it was. It was hard to tell in this light. She definitely had seen where he was looking for that brief instant though.

"And your thoughts, Professor Snape, appear to have wandered deep for a moment as well. Deep into my cleavage, eyes front!" she hissed at him just low enough that no one else could hear. With evil satisfaction, she could have sworn that she saw his sallow face flush with embarrassment. Point, game, match.

“Would you like another helping of dessert, Miss Cooper?” Dumbledore asked.

“Yes, I believe I would,” Welkin told him, ignoring Snape’s knowing smirk. At least the headmaster was nice to her, and apparently wasn’t intending to starve her like Prince NotSoCharming was.

Welkin deliberately dropped her napkin and bent to retrieve it, giving herself a better opportunity to check out Snape’s lap again.

When she straightened back up in her chair, Welkin wore a bemused expression. As she had suspected, Snape was sporting the beginnings of what promised to be a massive hardon. His jacket somewhat concealed it, but it was definitely there. Not since her last Fed-Ex delivery had Welkin seen such a big package.

By the time his examination of her was concluded, Snape had been certain that Welkin Cooper had far too little self-control to be a spy. For some reason, it had suited him to keep that belief to himself and not include it in his report to Dumbledore.

Miss Cooper was infuriating, of course, with her annoying American Muggle accent and crude way of expressing herself, but truth be told, he was rather enjoying some aspects of the interplay. It had been far too long since anyone, male or female, had dared to stand up to him. The students at Hogwarts were largely afraid of him, for good reason, as were a number of the other faculty. Snape often used that to his advantage, though it rarely gave him any real pleasure. He only experienced a deepening sense of loneliness that was getting harder to ignore as the years passed, and a declining interest in anything other than memories of a woman he had not ever really been destined to have.
Miss Cooper irritated him immensely, and that’s what had piqued his interest in toying with her, like a cat with a frightened little mouse. To his surprise, she was anything but that. She did not seem to be frightened of or intimidated by him in the least. It was like a window being thrown open in a hot and stifling room. She blew through like a cooling breeze, invigorating him despite an occasional nip of verbal frostbite.

By supper, he was at the top of his game, and she had started to fray a little around the mental edges, he had noted to himself with satisfaction. He was inwardly reveling in her obvious nervousness, until the embarrassing incident when his control slipped and she took his quite natural reaction to her body as a victory of sorts.

Snape would never understand the tendency of some females to display themselves in a manner that invited a man’s sexual scrutiny, and then to protest and demean him when he did just that. He had often been accused of being cruel, but to him that seemed to be the height of cruelty and capriciousness. Miss Cooper was obviously an exceedingly capricious woman.

By the time he had delivered his maddening charge back to her room, and bid her a curt good evening, he had determined that this particular game had soured for him, and he would have no more of it. Let her play her childish games with herself. She was obviously no match for him in any way, despite what she might have convinced herself to believe. The cheek of her! Taunting him as she had at supper! That settled it. She was not worthy of his further attentions to her beyond what was required of him by Dumbledore.

A few tedious hours passed, as Snape was attempting to concentrate on his reading and ignore the sounds of Welkin’s incessant movement in the room next to his. Just as he thought he might succeed, a much louder and more insistent noise began. Snape endured the escalating sounds of cursing and what sounded like her banging something against one of the walls for at least ten minutes, until he decided that this state of affairs just wouldn’t do. He would swiftly put an end to whatever strange Muggle ritual was taking place next door.

Removing the simple locking spell on the door to her room, he entered to find Miss Cooper still trying to force open the door to her balcony.

"I think the damn thing’s either swollen, or painted shut," she explained, looking exasperated. "It’s hotter than hell in here! Can you help me get this open?"

With a frown, but without a word to her, Snape drew his wand, and with a wave, unstuck the door. It swung open and banged against the wall several times, the breeze from another approaching thunderstorm in the distance swirling the folds of the curtains and the silky blue nightgown she was wearing. The fabric was sheer and he could plainly see the outlines of her body through the gown. A blue and white robe lay discarded on a chair at a table that held a wine bottle that was more than half empty, Snape noticed.

"Thank you," she smiled tentatively, and glided forward on bare feet to stand directly in front of him, the wind still whipping at her gown.

"I want to apologize for embarrassing you tonight. I guess I get a little carried away at times," she admitted hesitantly. "It was a rotten thing to do."

She reached up to lay a soft hand against his cheek. "I promise to play nice if you will, Professor."

Her low voice was pleasant and soothing to him. She smiled at him and it took him by surprise how it affected him. He had an almost irresistible urge to return her gentle touch. What was she up to? He focused on that thought, and the spell was broken.

Snape was wary of Welkin’s sudden change of demeanor towards him, and suspected he was ‘being had’ as the Muggles liked to put it. What new game was this that she had decided to play?

"This display is not necessary, Miss Cooper. I am well aware, and you have made it quite clear, that you find me distasteful in every way. There is no need to pretend otherwise."

He turned to leave and was surprised again when she caught him by the hand to pull him back, and responded with barely controlled annoyance to his terse dismissal.

"Don’t try to tell me what I think about you, or about anything else for that matter. You may have been in my head, but you don’t know what I really think and I won’t be condescended to like a child. I’m trying to apologize and you...you’re acting like..."

"An arsehole?" he finished for her coldly, using her often repeated insult.

As usual with him, this was not going the way that Welkin had intended it to. Frustrated by his cool response, and more than a little emboldened by the wine she had drunk, Welkin drew back her hand and slapped him as hard as she could across the face.

His face stinging sharply, Snape’s control finally broke. He grabbed Welkin by the wrists and snarled ominously though his uneven, clenched teeth. "Sooooo...you want to play, do you? Then by all means, let’s play!"
He jerked her against him and she cried out, whether in fear, surprise, or excitement, he didn’t know and didn’t care. Snape clutched her auburn hair in one hand to pull her head back as his mouth descended on hers. He thrust his other hand between her legs to massage her roughly. He was surprised again to find her already wet and obviously ready for him. When he drew back from the kiss, instead of struggling, she suddenly threw her arms around him and brazenly groaned her consent against his chest. While he stood there stiffly, somewhat stunned, her slender fingers fumbled at the buttons of his jacket, until she finally managed to defrock him of it.
"Oh yes, Severus, please...let’s play!" she agreed in her low, husky voice.

With a shock, Snape realized that despite his relentlessly harsh treatment of her since she had arrived here, Miss Cooper actually did find him attractive. She desired him! This was not a reaction he was accustomed to receiving from women, by any means, since he lacked both the looks and the personality they seemed to prefer. He felt his own desire rising like an unleashed animal, and this time he would not force it down. He allowed himself to respond.

Welkin tried to move away, just to draw the nightgown over her head. "No need for that," Snape growled. He grasped the silk fabric in his hand at her neckline, and rent it completely down the front, tossing it aside like the very expensive rag it now was.

Welkin had never been so completely turned-on in her life. He was so rough! So callous! So fucking...desirable! She clung to him eagerly, her mouth glued to his, and they never made it to the bed. They tumbled to the floor where they stood, grasping and grinding frantically at each other.

Unfortunately, this coupling would have to be quick and dirty, Snape concluded. He didn’t want to give her time to think about it and change her mind. He removed his lips from hers just long enough to speak the words to dissolve his own clothing into nothingness.

Released from constraint, his rigid cock slapped against his stomach and he heard Miss Cooper moan softly at the sound of it. She immediately reached down and he felt her grasp him firmly as she moaned a little louder at the feel of him pulsating in her hand.

The approaching rainstorm had finally arrived, and wind carried water spray from the rain falling outside on the balcony, which misted over their bodies as they lay entwined on the floor, rolling over one another like the rapid lightning flashes and booming crashes of thunder rolling over the castle outside.

Taking full advantage of the opportunity she had presented so brazenly to him, Snape swiftly but thoroughly massaged, teased and punished every accessible inch of her body, as she writhed and undulated beneath his touch. When she couldn’t stand it anymore, she cried out urgently to him for release, begging to be taken.

Snape then roughly took her there on the hard floor, adopting a position he’d seen pictured in her mind at one point during his interrogation. Her shapely legs were thrown over his shoulders and he thrust himself into her like a frenzied madman, until she came with a series of even louder cries, punctuated by the phrase ‘oh fuck’ repeated over and over again.

Snape, a master of control in more ways than one, gave one final deep thrust, and cried out just once, filling her with his fluids. He collapsed atop her, insufferably pleased with himself for his lovemaking prowess.

No need to put this into a report to Dumbledore, Snape thought. He was fairly certain there was no way this could be re-interpreted as offering Miss Cooper the ‘hospitality’ that Dumbledore had referred to earlier.

Now that the orgasms were over, Welkin started to consider the possibility that this had been a huge mistake, even if Snape had just given her one of the best poundings of her life.

Snape was still lying on top of her, apparently content to keep her pinned to the floor the rest of the night. At the very least, the selfish bastard could shift her out of the rapidly spreading wet spot, she thought with annoyance. How in hell long had it been since this guy had sex anyway?

"Come on now...don’t fall asleep...get off me."

"That is amusing, Miss...Cooper." He slowly raised his head, locks of lank black hair falling in his face, his deep black eyes just inches from hers. "That is not what you were begging me to do a little while ago."

There was a smirk on his face again and a decidedly ungentlemanly emphasis on the word begging. He was, however, supporting his weight just enough that she managed to wriggle out from under him, a process he found stimulating and she found exasperating.

"Begging?" Welkin scrambled to her feet, and tried to muster as much dignity as she could in a situation like this. She was a moderately bruised woman with no clothes on, who had just been properly ravished by a wizard. She would have to fake the dignity part.

"Begging?” she repeated. “Oh how I’ve missed the dulcet tones of male vanity in the glowing aftermath of sex,” she announced, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I was just humoring you so you wouldn’t kill me," she lied to him. She groaned slightly as she limped her way to the bed and sat gingerly on the edge. "I’m getting too old for this rolling around on the floor crap," she muttered to herself.
Snape followed her to the bed and sat beside her. "Did I injure you with my vigorous lovemaking, Miss Cooper?" he inquired, sounding suddenly uncharacteristically solicitous. Sex seemed to have improved his disposition, at least where she was concerned.

His archaic and overly formal way of expressing himself was quite a turn-on to her, Welkin had to admit. The contrast between the controlled and formal way that he spoke and the animalistic way he fucked was irresistible to her.

"Just my pride, and a few other hundred or so tender places. It’s nothing that won’t mend. And would you please stop calling me Miss Cooper? Under the circumstances it’s a little ridiculous, don’t you think?"

"As you wish, Welkin." The inflection he gave her name made it sound like something she'd never heard before.

"Thank you," she said softly, for the first time with not even a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "One other thing - would you please cover that thing up?" She pointed at his overly large cock. "It’s making me a little nervous. I feel like I’ve been fucked by the Hindenburg."

"Certainly, Welkin," Snape said, wondering what the Hindenburg was, and if it was a favorable thing to have his cock compared to it.

Snape took her hand and slowly placed it over the ostensibly offending body part. "Was this what you had in mind?" he asked, his low voice tinged with lust. Welkin felt his cock twitch and begin to spring to life again at her touch.

"Oh shit! So soon? That’s not exactly what I meant."

Snape cut off Welkin’s fake protest by pulling her to him, and firmly ‘snogging’ her. This time he intended to take his time. He pulled her down with him and covered her body with his.

Somewhere, Albus Dumbledore was undoubtedly laughing at them both. Game, set, match.
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