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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: 14601 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 37 - Slytherin Is As Slytherin Does

Snape objects to Welkin's efforts to matchmake Aberforth Dumbledore with Minerva McGonagall. Lucius Malfoy executes phase one of his plan to slither into Welkin's bed.

"How are Harry’s Occlumency lessons going?"

"With great difficulty," Snape complained. "Mr. Potter does not apply himself. He thinks only of his dislike of me. I only hope that what little progress there has been will be enough."

Welkin stood beside Snape at his desk in his Potions Lab office, watching him curiously, and reading along as he scribbled notes on a parchment. She didn’t bother to point out that he himself was probably responsible for some of Harry’s antagonistic attitude towards him.

"I’m sure you’re doing the best you can with him." Welkin gave his shoulder a comforting little squeeze. "It’s plain enough that he doesn’t trust you. Maybe he never will. I know nothing good that I’ve said to him about you seems to make the slightest difference. He never says anything bad about you to me, at least, not since we’ve been married. He just always looks at me like he thinks that I’m deluding myself about you. I don’t know what Albus expects you to do with a big hindrance like Harry’s negative attitude towards you. You’re the best there is at Occlumency, but you’re not a miracle worker."

Welkin moved her hand up to his hair, and ran her fingers through it.

"Am I disturbing you? I can stop if I am," Welkin said. She liked playing with his hair, but she didn’t want to be a pest about it.

"No. You are not disturbing me," Snape said. He liked the way Welkin's fingers felt in his hair, and he particularly liked what she had said about him being the best there was at Occlumency. "You may continue," he graciously gave his permission.

Welkin smiled indulgently at his mildly pompous sounding acquiescence to her attentions to him, and changed the subject again. "What about all those prisoners that escaped from Azkaban a few weeks ago? Has the Ministry had any luck in rounding them up?"

"No. They are hampered by their refusal to see the escape as connected to the return of the Dark Lord. They are such fools!" Snape put down his quill, and looked up at her. "Sometimes I wonder why I continue to provide the information that I do, since they pay such little heed to it."

"You can’t look at it like that, Sevvy. Maybe the idea of Voldemort being back just scares them too much, or for some, maybe they just want to pretend he’s not back because if they acknowledge it, then they might actually be expected to do something about it. Or maybe they’re just too complacent with things the way they are. Sooner or later they won’t be able to deny it anymore," Welkin concluded. "Albus certainly trusts you and your opinions, and his regard for you carries a lot of weight with most of the other members of the Order, I think," she added.

"Perhaps," Snape responded, not entirely convinced, but considering what she had said.

He stood up to face her, and put a hand against her jaw, tilting her face up to look into her eyes. "You are a great comfort to me, do you know that?"

"During the ten percent of the time when I’m not being a pain in your ass?" she asked.

"Even when you are being difficult. Perhaps especially when you are challenging me. Your belief in me is always a great comfort, but you also point out things that I sometimes do not see, or consider to be significant." He suddenly bent to kiss her.

"Mmmmm," Welkin responded, giving an appreciative little wiggle, as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "Those talented magical lips of yours make me wish I didn’t have Transfiguration practice with Minerva in thirty minutes." She gave him her dreamy, somewhat lustful look.

"Perhaps you could skip it today?" Snape asked, kissing her again. It was a most uncharacteristic suggestion for him to make, since he usually thought that her studies came first, sometimes even above himself or Sullivan.

"I really wish I could, but nope - afraid not. My slave-driving martinet of a husband wouldn’t like it. He’s a terrible nag when it comes to me attending all of my classes, and not just the ones I like," Welkin teased, referring to their numerous past discussions over her dislike and avoidance of her broom flight lessons.

"You do not like Transfiguration?"

"That’s not what I meant. Of course I like it. Minerva’s a good teacher. I’d just like it a lot more if I could turn into something myself once in a while, instead of always turning toads into things, or things into toads. Toads, toads, and more toads! What is it with her and toads anyway? She's positively obsessed with them!"

"She is classically trained. Toads are quite traditional," Snape said. "To transform yourself at will, you would have to be an Animagus," he said.

"Morgan le Fay was one," Welkin noted.

"It is not an inherited trait," Snape pointed out. "It is a skill which requires much study and practice."

"I know, but that particular skill would be very useful. If I could turn myself into a bird like Morgan could, then I wouldn’t have to take broom flight classes anymore, and make a big fucking fool out of myself day in and day out," Welkin complained.

"Your fear of heights is most persistent," Snape observed. "Do you not have an idea what has made you so fearful?"

"No clue at all. Maybe something happened to me when I was small, and I just don’t remember it. I just know that it truly terrifies me," Welkin said.

"But you said that you have ridden in the Muggle aeroplanes and that did not disturb you," Snape stated. "Is riding a broom that different?"

"Yes! In the airplanes, I was enclosed. I couldn’t feel the wind rushing around me. It just felt safer, whether it really was or not. When I’m on a broom, or if I’m standing outside in a high area looking down, or even coming down a staircase here at Hogwarts, if I’m not on the side next to the wall or holding onto the banister, I feel like I might just suddenly go over the edge! It makes me panic! I don’t know how to explain it other than that," Welkin said, her voice thick with her frustration. It didn't help that the staircases at Hogwarts sometimes shifted without warning, adding to her ever-present anxiety about falling.

"You must continue to try to master your fear, Welkin. It is very important, otherwise I would not insist. Other methods of transportation might not always be available to you, and I may not always be there when you need to fly. You must learn this basic method of transportation for your own benefit," Snape insisted.

"I know," Welkin agreed with grim resignation. "Well, at least there’s one bright spot in all of this for someone. Neville Longbottom can take pride that he’s no longer the most pathetic student that Madam Hooch ever had - I am."

"Minerva’s going to come with us the next time I sing at the Hog’s Head," Welkin informed him.

"Why?" Snape asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at her.

"Because I asked her," she replied much too innocently, and changed the subject, as she usually did when she did not want to be questioned too closely about her motives.

"Sully, do you want Daddy to rock you to sleep?" Sully kicked and squealed loudly in response, apparently thinking that was a fine idea.

"Here, Daddy." Welkin handed the baby to him. "Sully says you’re on rocking duty tonight. You take the rocker, and I’ll take your nice plush, comfy chair."

"Why did you invite her, Welkin?" Snape asked, refusing to be distracted from his line of questioning so easily. He deposited himself in the rocking chair, settled in, and began the soothing back and forth movement to lull Sully to sleep. "This does not have anything to do with Aberforth Dumbledore does it?"

"Geez! Can’t I even invite a friend to come see me sing without you getting all suspicious?" Welkin huffed. She slumped into his favorite reading chair sideways, her bare legs thrown over the side of one chair arm, and her arms folded.

"That is not an answer to my question," he persisted. "Does it, or does it not, have anything to do with your ridiculous idea of promoting a relationship between Minerva and Aberforth Dumbledore?"

"Oh, alright! Aberforth told me he thought she was a handsome woman, so I invited her to come with us. What’s the harm in that?"

"The harm is that you did not tell Minerva the real reason you invited her," Snape said.

"Don’t be so sanctimonious. Aren’t you the same guy who was perfectly willing to get me drunk at the Weasleys' Christmas bash, just so you could weasel your way back into my bed?"

"Bedding you was most certainly not the primary reason," Snape said defensively, sounding quite offended at the suggestion that all he was interested in from her was sex.

"I know it wasn’t, sweetie," Welkin acknowledged, her voice taking on a much gentler and more loving tone. "My point is just that, I think that you can’t always take the moral high ground to get the desired result."

"Sometimes I think that you are much more Slytherin than I am," Snape said slowly and thoughtfully.

"Really? I’ll take that as a compliment." Welkin smiled and spread her legs apart a little more on the chair arm, making her robe open wider so that Snape could see that she wasn’t wearing a nightgown underneath.

"Are you trying to tell me that I’m devious, like the Sorting Hat said I was? That I purposely and deviously do things to provoke the reaction that I want from people? Like…"

She nonchalantly raised one leg until her foot was on the chair arm, her leg bent at the knee. "…now, for instance?" She grinned at Snape, knowing that he could clearly see her exposed pussy now, but couldn’t do a thing about it, since Sully was still wide awake and clambering for his attention.

"Quite devious, and much too fond of teasing me to distraction, as you are attempting to do now," Snape responded truthfully, but not unkindly, and with no hint of real annoyance at her.

"Only attempting? Not succeeding? I must be losing my touch."

Welkin smiled at Snape innocently, and slowly started to slide her hand up her inner thigh.

"I think you’d better rock a little faster, Daddy. Mama's getting a little bit bored over here all by herself."

Snape glared at the goat, and tried to firmly nudge it away from himself with his knee, mindful that Aberforth Dumbledore would not approve of any harsher action that he might wish to take to discourage the animal’s encroachment.

"Why am I the only one at this table who is constantly plagued with this creature?" Snape demanded of Welkin. "Have you trained this animal to pursue me as some sort of misguided attempt at humour? It is not in the least bit amusing, I can assure you," he frowned.

"Oh, I don’t know about that, Severus," Minerva responded. "It really is a bit amusing to me." She raised a hand to her mouth as if trying to suppress her smile at the sight of his discomfort. Animals had never been particularly fond of Severus Snape, from what she could tell from her years with him at Hogwarts. But this little black goat was relentless in its pursuit of him.

"Personally, I’m a little bit jealous," Welkin told him. "She’s just so devoted to you, and she does seem to make a beeline for you every time that you come in here with me. God forbid if I should try to kiss you in front of her. I think she might attack me if I did. Apparently, Persephone thinks she’s your soul mate. Look at those big brown eyes looking at you so adoringly. How can you not respond to devotion like that?"

Snape ignored both Welkin and Persephone the goat, concentrating on his firewhisky instead. He was at least happy to see that Welkin was now dressing much more conservatively for her performances at the Hog’s Head. The crimson red top she wore tonight was still form-fitting but did not reveal undue cleavage, and she wore black jeans tucked into flat-bottomed knee-high black boots. There was no chance of a repeat of that unfortunate display of her privates which had accidentally occurred on her opening night. The crotchless knickers which Snape had purchased for her had been retired from everyday wear, and were only brought out of the lingerie drawer on special occasions now, for Severus’s personal enjoyment.

Welkin was also no longer trying to make her public song dedication to him something which was designed to titillate him to the point of embarrassment.

As he tallied his blessings, Snape began to feel a lot better about the evening. Welkin was behaving more like a proper wife in public, while retaining her saucy demeanor in private. Yaxley was nowhere in evidence tonight. Julien Bell had not rudely ensconced himself at their table before Welkin performed, as he had begun to make an unfortunate habit of doing lately. Other than the goat that was besotted with him, all was well in Severus Snape’s world tonight. With any luck, it would stay that way.

The thought had no sooner left his mind than the front door of the Hog’s Head opened, and in walked Lucius Malfoy. Malfoy was resplendent in his custom-tailored black cashmere frock coat, a mossy green and silver striped silk cravat, and assorted snake design jewelry. Lucius made a great show of being surprised to see them there, and strode over to their table confidently.

"How delightful to run into you here tonight, Severus, Minerva, Welkin," he greeted them each with a nod. "I was attending to some business in town, and thought that I might stop in here for a drink before returning to the manor. I had no idea it was a performance night for Welkin," he lied. "How fortuitous, since Cissy and I did so enjoy your opening night performance, Welkin. I wish Cissy was with me, but she’s entertaining family tonight."

Snape knew exactly which family he was referring to, since Bellatrix Lestrange had been among the prisoners who escaped from Azkaban recently.

Lucius waved the waitress over, and ordered a new round of drinks, using the end of his cane to prod the goat, which let out an indignant bleat, and at last abandoned Snape’s side. It scurried away into a corner. Lucius pulled out the chair next to Snape, and seated himself at their table without being asked. He raised his glass of whisky in a toast, smiling at them all. "To old friends, and pleasant companions," he offered.

Welkin had invited Aberforth Dumbledore to sit down with them at the table after he brought over a particularly fine bottle of elf wine from his private stock, and he was now deep in conversation with Minerva, much to the surprise of both Snape and Lucius. Aberforth was not known for being erudite, or even very much concerned with reading or academic scholarship at all. That a learned and talented witch such as Minerva apparently found him interesting was somewhat astounding to them both.

Aberforth cleans up really well, Welkin thought. His hair and beard had been washed and trimmed neatly. His clothes were clean, if not elegant like Malfoy’s, and he smelled not of goat and whisky tonight, but of a lightly scented cologne somewhat reminiscent of lemon verbena. He was actually quite striking in a rough, masculine way, she thought. The lines around his clear blue eyes crinkled as he smiled at the stories Minerva was relating to him in her slight Scottish brogue.

Welkin arched her eyebrows at Snape in an ‘I told you so’ way, before excusing herself to start her performance.

Lucius took Welkin’s absence from the table, and Aberforth’s and Minerva’s engrossment with each other, as the opportunity to mend fences with Severus. He laid a hand on Snape’s shoulder.

"Severus, I would like you to know that I bear no ill will for the incident at the Burrow. You were quite justified in your anger, and I very much regret my error in pursuing Welkin. I do hope there will be no permanent damage to our friendship as a result of this unfortunate misunderstanding."

"Not as long as your insulting, unwanted attentions to my wife have ceased for good," Snape told him bluntly. The truth was that Severus would never fully trust Lucius around Welkin ever again, but his duties as a spy for Dumbledore and the Order dictated that he needed to convince Lucius that there had been no permanent rift between them, if at all possible.

"Yes, of course they have," Lucius assured him, withdrawing his hand, and placing it in his pocket. "Cissy and I are quite happy these days. I find myself completely disinterested in other women, much to my surprise." He laughed rakishly. "Your Welkin is quite safe."

He and Severus paused to listen, as Welkin sang her first song of the evening.

"Please don’t take this the wrong way," Lucius continued, as Welkin went into her second song. "But I have to compliment you on your selection of Welkin as your wife. I was a bit taken aback when I thought she was a mere Muggle, but Draco tells me she is far from that, and her dueling is superb. You knew about her magical skills from the beginning, I suppose?"

"Of course," Snape replied. There was no sense in trying to deny that Welkin was a witch, since Lucius already knew about her. "Did you really think that I would marry a Muggle, and dilute my bloodline even further?"

"No…no…of course not," Lucius agreed. He lowered his voice to a whisper. "Your secret is safe with me, of course. The Dark Lord will never hear it from my lips, and I have instructed Draco to tell no one else, not even his mother. I’m sure you must have your own very good reasons for not wanting him to know. I do wish I could tell Bella though. She arrived at the manor several days ago, and was quite incensed at the news that you had married so beneath yourself. Of course, it also did not help that the Dark Lord extolled Welkin’s…physical attributes in front of her."

Lucius smiled to himself at the memory. Bella had been positively livid after Voldemort departed, and she had ranted about Welkin for an hour afterwards, calling the woman she had never met a 'filthy Muggle whore'.

Snape regarded Lucius silently, refusing to provide any further information, but now worried at the implications of both Voldemort’s and Bella’s interest being drawn to Welkin.

"Yes…well…let’s just enjoy the music then, shall we?" Lucius turned his attention back to Welkin. With one hand he calmly sipped his firewhisky. With the other hand in the pocket of his jacket, he fingered the small stoppered bottle of potion that he had come to town to purchase from a reliable source who did not ask questions as long as the price was right. Tonight was not the night. But soon, very soon, Lucius thought to himself.

He smiled politely at his long-time friend and colleague - Severus Snape - the only man who was truly welcome in Welkin’s bed. With the help of the Polyjuice Potion in his pocket, and the hair he had managed to pluck from Severus when he placed his hand on his shoulder, Lucius Malfoy had every intention of becoming that man.
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Chapter 37 - Slytherin Is As Slytherin Does