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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 41 - Welkin's Study Date

Madam Pince views Welkin and Severus as potential troublemakers in her domain. Severus creates a library fantasy for Welkin.

"Oh no, you won’t," Welkin told Snape. "It wasn’t Luna’s fault what happened to Sully, and I’ll not let you blame her for it, and try to get her expelled from Hogwarts. That girl loves Sully, and she feels terrible enough as it is. She was crying all last night about it, and she was so incredibly relieved when I told her this morning that he was okay."

Welkin gave Snape a look that said there would be no further discussion on the matter of expulsion for Luna Lovegood.

"As you wish," Snape said brusquely. "But I think she was, at the very least, not properly observant of Sullivan’s welfare, and I will not allow her to undertake supervision of him again. She has shown herself to be completely incapable of such an important task."

He gave Welkin the same stubborn look that she had just given him.

"She’s too traumatized by all this to babysit for us now anyway, so I guess I can agree to that," Welkin said.

"You are being very sensible," Snape told her.

"For once?" she asked wryly, speaking the words she suspected he had wanted to add to that statement.

Madam Pince came gliding soundlessly past their table in the library, and gave them a look that instantly silenced them both.

Welkin flipped through the pages of her book idly as Snape resumed reading, carefully and precisely jotting down the occasional note.

"Severus," Welkin whispered when Pince was gone. He looked up. "Why didn’t you make love to me last night? Are you angry with me? Do you blame me for Sully’s accident too, because he wasn’t with me?"

"No, of course not, Welkin. You are the one who saved him. I simply thought that you needed your rest last night. You had been through quite an ordeal, both emotionally and physically."

"Me needing my rest has never stopped you before," Welkin grumbled. "I think you’ve been acting funny ever since I did what I did. It’s almost like you’re afraid to touch me. No, that’s not it. Not afraid, more like too reverential to touch me. Or maybe…oh, I don’t know what I mean! I just know that I want you to cut it out! I’m still the same woman I’ve always been. Just because Albus says I’m a Life Giver, that doesn’t mean that I’m suddenly so special that you can’t make love to me. Frankly, if it comes down to a choice, I’d rather be fucked than worshipped," Welkin said bluntly.

"I will admit to feeling a certain sense of awe concerning the power you exhibited yesterday. It did make me hesitate to give free rein to my desire for you last night. Were we in our chambers now, I would remedy my shirking of my husbandly attentions to you, and I will certainly do so to my utmost this evening," Snape reassured her.

The look he gave her made Welkin suddenly feel weak, but in a pleasant, tingly sort of a way. If she were standing, instead of sitting, she was certain that her knees would buckle instantly, and she would tumble to the floor and lie there, shamelessly begging Severus to take her, right here in the middle of the library.

"I’m going to hold you to that promise," she told him, her voice sounding even more husky than normal.

The ever-vigilant Madam Pince walked by their table again, and gave them ‘the look’ as she passed.

"What’s her fucking problem with us anyway?" Welkin asked when she was out of earshot again. "We’re not being that loud. I ought to get on top of the table and start howling. That would really give her something to frown about."

"I know of a more private location upstairs, where she does not patrol as often. We could move our ‘study date’, as you like to call it, up there," Snape suggested.

"Well, let’s go then, please. She’s making me crazy watching us like a vulture waiting for the last rites to be read over our carcasses. It’s worse than trying to keep Albus from spying on us."

They picked up their books, and Welkin followed Snape on a circuitous route past the large tables, up the stairs and to the opposite end of the stacks where Welkin had made her unfortunate discovery of Severus with Hermione. He led her to the end of one of the aisles, formed by two bookshelves that were about six feet shorter in length than the others. The arrangement left more floor space between them and the outside wall of windows, and positioned in that space was an alcove with a small table with two chairs arranged on a low platform.

"This is cozy," Welkin commented as they took their seats. "How did you know this was here? Do you sit up here often?"

Snape pointed a boney finger at the side of the table nearest the wall, where some initials were burned into the wood. "S.S.H.B.P." Welkin read. "Severus Snape? What’s the rest? Oh, wait! I get it! Severus Snape, Half-Blood Prince!"

"Very good," he congratulated her. "I used to study at this table. It was a good place to get away from certain people. They never bothered me here. Possibly because they rarely cared to open a book, much less spend time in the library," Snape said condescendingly.

Welkin knew he was talking about James Potter and his posse of friends who called themselves the Marauders during the days that Severus had attended Hogwarts as a student. Even after all these years, it was obvious how much their favored sport of humiliating and tormenting him on a regular basis had affected him.

"Well, never mind those adolescent idiots. This can be our regular study table now," Welkin said, smiling at him. Unlike the Marauders, she would only torment him in good ways - ones that he would like.

They had been silently reading together for nearly forty-five minutes, and Welkin had not been aware of the words on the pages of the book that she had open for at least the last fifteen of those minutes. Neither had she been able to advance even one page further, as she kept reading and re-reading the same passages without the ability to concentrate on them.

It had always been one of Welkin’s more unique fetishes that the closeness of a man she found attractive, and the sound of him turning the pages of a book as he read, was intensely arousing to her. Since Severus was arousing enough to her without a book in his hands, he was virtually irresistible to her now, as he flipped each page in his book with a brisk efficiency that made the parchment paper crackle crisply.

Welkin surreptitiously glanced up to watch his hands as his fingers stroked the pages, and she fantasized how good it would feel to have Severus stroking those strong, sure hands over her body, like he did over the pages of his book.

She sighed loudly, but he seemed to pay no notice. She slipped off her shoe, and stretched her foot out under the table to rub her toes against his ankle, but he only jerked his foot back out of range, and continued his note taking without looking up. I guess he’d really rather read, Welkin thought dejectedly. She must have been mistaken about his reason for suggesting coming upstairs to a more private location. What a shame. The Hogwarts library was on the list of places where they hadn’t done it yet, as well as being one of her favorite fantasy locations.

She closed her own book, and got up from the table, wandering down the aisle to read some of the book titles. Maybe she could find something to take her mind off of doing the nasty with Severus. Not likely, but it was worth a try.

Welkin finally selected a red leather-bound volume and was looking at pictures of flying horses and unicorns when she was suddenly thrust forward against the bookshelves by another body behind her, and her book was extricated from her hands.

"Are you aware that books such as these are forbidden to first year students at Hogwarts, Miss Cooper?" Snape asked in a deceptively silky tone. He pressed his body against hers firmly as Welkin grinned to herself, and then quickly fell into her role.

"But that’s just a book about magical beasts, Professor Snape. Flying horses, hippogriffs, unicorns, and such. Surely those aren’t forbidden, are they?"

"Magical beasts? Do you take me for a fool, Miss Cooper?"

Snape turned her to face him, and stepped back a little, but remained intimately close to her. He waved his hand over the book he now held, opened it again, and showed it to her. "What magical beast is this?" he queried her.

Welkin looked down at the picture he indicated. There on the page, instead of a lovely unicorn with an innocent young maiden stretching forth her hand to touch it, was a moving picture of herself naked, on her hands and knees, with Severus behind her equally naked, about to impale her with his own magical horn.

"Well, Miss Cooper. I’m waiting for an answer," Snape told her crisply. "Look at it, and tell me what beast you see."

The animated Snape was now giving her animated self’s quim quite a workout, his cock plunging energetically into her as she grimaced and shrieked silently.

"That’s not a beast, Professor. That’s two people having sex, Sir."

"Which two people?" he insisted.

"You and me, Professor; but I swear that’s not what I was looking at a minute ago," she told him.

"Of course not," Snape intoned, his derision clearly communicated by the tone in his deep voice. "Because if it were, that would mean that instead of studying the lessons you’ve been assigned, that you have been whiling away your time up here using magic to satisfy your puerile imaginings of what it would be like to be ravished by your Professor, wouldn’t it, Miss Cooper?"

"I suppose so, Professor," she said. "But I really wasn’t doing that. You changed that book yourself. I saw you do it."

"Silence! I did no such thing," he told her. "You are an impudent little liar."

He grasped her chin, and tilted her face up so that her eyes met his. "Such an innocent face - and such a dirty little mind," he smirked at her. "What a shame it would be to waste such inventiveness by simply assigning you detention. Where would be the lesson in that? I think I might be able to come up with something much more fitting. What do you think, Miss Cooper? Shouldn’t your punishment match the offense?"

"But, I’ve never thought of you that way. I haven’t done anything to be punished for, Professor," Welkin insisted again.

"Then you will not mind unbuttoning your blouse," he told her. "If your nipples are not erect, then I might believe your story, and perhaps someone else - not myself of course - has perpetrated this spell in an effort to defame your innocence."

"Well…if I must, I will, just to prove that I’m telling the truth to you, Professor," Welkin said, and hesitantly unbuttoned her blouse.

Snape pulled the garment open, and then slid it down her arms and let it fall to the floor.

"This is not exactly a virginal undergarment, Miss Cooper," Snape observed to her, indicating her red satin demi-cup bra. "Your innocence is in great doubt at the moment," he told her. "Is this wanton display of your attributes an attempt to incite my passions?"

He slid the straps off her arms, unhooked the back and let it fall to the floor with her blouse, then used both hands to palm and squeeze her breasts quite aggressively. If her nipples weren’t fully erect before, they certainly were now - erect and tingling.

"That’s not fair, Professor! You’re making me erect by doing that. That doesn’t prove anything."

"Perhaps you are right, Miss Cooper. I really do want to be fair about this. Lower your jean pants, and I shall inspect your knickers for any sign of your arousal. If you exhibit no undue wetness, you will be free to go. Does that not sound fair?"

"Well…I suppose," Welkin said somewhat begrudgingly. She unzipped her jeans, and pushed them down to her knees.

"You are very fond of red, aren’t you?" Snape said, noting that the knickers matched her bra. "Exhibiting Gryffindor sympathies, perhaps? That will certainly earn you no extra points from me, Miss Cooper."

Before she could answer, he placed his hand against her, and began to vigorously massage her pussy through her panties with his fingers, rubbing and pinching her until she started to squirm.

"My dear Miss Cooper…I am afraid that it is just as I had suspected. You are quite exceedingly wet," he accused. "The evidence is overwhelmingly against your claims of innocence. You have been having very naughty thoughts about me, haven’t you? Admit it."

"No, I have not, Professor! Of course I’m wet, when you maul me like you just did. Who wouldn’t be?"

"There is no use in you continuing with your weak protests, Miss Cooper. You are obviously quite guilty. But because you have exhibited an admirable spirit of cooperation thus far in my investigation, I think that I am inclined to overlook your lies, and instead of a punishment, I shall reward you with a small taste of what you most desire."

"I guess I don’t have to ask what that would be," Welkin sighed, as he bent to slip off her shoes.

"You are correct, and the answer is quite obvious. I shall reward you with a proper fucking. Finish removing those jean pants, please. Unless you would rather be punished, that is," he smirked at her.

"This is blackmail," she grumbled, but shucked the rest of the way out of her jeans anyway. She took off her panties, and threw them on top of her jeans on the floor.

"I knew you were going to tell me to anyway," she shrugged, when he arched an eyebrow at her apparent eagerness.

"You are most cooperative indeed, Miss Cooper," Snape complimented her. "Blackmail is such a harsh word," he added, placing his hand under one of her knees, and lifting her leg up to swing her foot around and position it atop the second shelf from the bottom. "I prefer to call it an amicable exchange. We will each get something; your sexual curiosity concerning me will be satisfied, and I will get the pleasure of vigorously plumbing the depths of that juicy little snatch of yours."

His speech concluded, Snape unceremoniously unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. Although he was already quite stiff, he gave it a few pumps with his hand as she watched.

It was then that they both heard footsteps. Snape put a finger to his lips to indicate to her to remain quiet, and quickly waved a hand to cast an Invisibility Spell over them both, just as Irma Pince walked into view at the end of the aisle. The librarian hesitated, and frowned a little, as if she sensed something. She gazed directly at them - and through them - before she finally shrugged, and continued on her rounds of the upstairs stacks. Snape gave it another minute, then waved his hand again, and removed the spell.

"Now, back to the matter at hand," Snape said. "Are you ready to find out what it is like to be fucked quite masterfully by your Potions Master, Miss Cooper?"

"Is there anything I can say to convince you not to?"

"Nothing whatsoever."

"Then do what you have to, but you’re fucking an innocent woman." Welkin spread her thighs wider, and braced herself against the bookshelf, preparing herself for what she knew from experience would be quite vigorous thrusting, just as he had promised her.

As she had anticipated, Snape began to thrust into her furiously, and Welkin had to clutch frantically at the bookshelf to keep from being dislodged onto the floor.

The bookshelf Welkin was perched on was rattling rhythmically now as he fucked her, and random volumes began dislodging themselves and falling to the floor.

"Aaahhh…ohmmmm…Professor Snape…you devil!"

Welkin abandoned the shelf to wrap her legs around his waist, bringing her arms underneath his to grasp his shoulders with her hands, and cling to him tightly.

"Professor Snape…I’m so guilty…guilty…guilty," she confessed. "I’ve wanted you inside me like this for ages now. It feels so good the way you’re fucking me. Does my pussy feel good to you? Tell me how it feels, you sexy motherfucker."

"Soooo tight…soooo wet," Snape groaned as he furiously pumped himself into her.

He grasped her by the buttocks, turned, and walked her back down the aisle to their table, depositing her on her back on the hard wooden surface, his cock still sheathed inside her all the while. He pulled her arms up over her head, and held them firmly against the table by the wrists, as he bent over her to kiss her, moving his cock inside her in tight circular churning motions that made her moan into his mouth.

Snape released her wrists, and his hands began to rove over her body, expertly touching and caressing every accessible inch of her as she wriggled and squirmed on the table with pleasure. Welkin buried her hands in his hair, and strained upwards to his mouth again, her lips bruising his, as hard and insistent as his cock had been when he was thrusting into her. She wrapped her body around his like a cocoon, and rolled with him until he was beneath her.

With a wave of her hands, the buttons were invisibly torn from his tunic, and it flew open. Adding a more personal touch, Welkin grasped his pristine white shirtfront in both hands, and ripped it open to the navel as well. She bent to encircle his nipple with her mouth, sucking and teasing it erect, and she felt his cock leap inside her as it reacted to this new level of arousal. Welkin let her tongue circle his other nipple and flick at it wetly. She raised herself and arched her back, one hand on his stomach; the other she stretched back and underneath, to rub his balls through his trousers.

Snape groaned deeply, savoring the feel of being inside her while her fingers expertly massaged him. "If you didn’t have these trousers on, I’d have my finger deep inside you, Severus, my love. Would you like that, my darling?" Welkin asked him, watching his face to see the effect her words had on him.

"I love everything that you do to me. Even more than you obviously love doing it," he growled.

"Yes, I love it. I love watching your face to see how it makes you feel. I love it when you can’t help crying out. I love the moment you can’t hold back any longer, and I feel you erupt inside me."

"More action, and less talk please," Snape groaned, although the talk, as well as her alternately gentle and then rough manipulation of his balls through his trousers were both quite stimulating to him.

Welkin grinned and began to move again, impaling herself on his dick as he reached up to squeeze and fondle her bare breasts.

"Time to come for me, Severus," she said. "Come for me before we’re discovered. Or do you want someone to see us - with me naked and riding your cock like your nasty little Muggle bitch? I think I hear someone coming," she told him as she increased her speed, and used her vaginal muscles to clinch him tighter. The pupils of his eyes dilated to the maximum before he squeezed his eyes shut and grimaced, on the verge of coming.

He grasped her hips and pulled her down on his cock forcefully, holding her in place as he erupted inside her. "Welkin!" he gasped, abandoning himself to the delicious agony of his prolonged orgasm.

Welkin did love seeing him lose control like this. It was as pleasurable to her in many ways as her own orgasms were. She wasn’t concerned about seeking her own release at the moment. There would be time enough for that tonight.

Severus opened his eyes and stared up at her as he regained his senses, the pounding of his heart slowly returning to a slower, more normal rhythm.

"It appears that the Potions Master, in this instance, has been mastered by the pupil, Miss Cooper," he told her.

"I prefer to call it illuminated and informed by the student, my dear, darling Professor," Welkin smiled. "I would never want to completely master you. What would be the fun in that?"

Snape smiled back. "I’m afraid my buttons are in a shambles," he sighed. "They appear to have flown off in all directions."

"Nothing that a little Reparo Charm won’t fix," Welkin said. "This magic stuff is quite handy for such things, I’m told by a very wise and quite sexy wizard, who I just so happen to be very intimately acquainted with."

"Oh, really?" He arched an eyebrow at her. "Will you be seeing him later this evening, in an equally illuminating encounter?"

"I certainly hope so, Professor Snape. I most certainly do hope so," Welkin repeated, as she lowered her head to kiss him.
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Chapter 41 - Welkin's Study Date