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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 42 - Hermione Takes a Walk on the Wild Side - Part 1

Welkin soothes Severus after Umbridge puts him on probation. Ginny invites Welkin on a girls' night outing to The Three Broomsticks with Luna and Hermione.

"What do you mean, you’re on probation?" Welkin asked. "Can Umbridge do that?"

She had just learned that Dolores Umbridge had put Severus on probation for not helping her in her machinations against the small contingent of Hogwarts students who had self-styled themselves as ‘Dumbledore’s Army’.

"She can, and she has," Snape said. "As well as helping to arrange to have Dumbledore removed as Headmaster."

"That self-important, twisted little munchkin! She’s a vindictive bitch! I can’t believe it. I don’t think that Albus had anything to do with Dumbledore’s Army. I suspect that he was just trying to protect Harry by taking the blame."

"No doubt," Snape said. "As do we all protect him - some of us without his knowledge - although I doubt that he would show proper appreciation for that fact were he to have knowledge of it. More than likely he would only take it as his due as the almighty Chosen One. He is very much his father’s son," he added with contempt.

He crossed to his desk and sat down.

"Dumbledore’s Army was Potter’s asinine idea, I’m sure - as if an unseasoned group of mere children have any chance of standing against the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters," he scoffed. "He’s as arrogant as his father ever was."

"You have to give him and the rest of them credit for wanting to do something to oppose Voldemort," Welkin said. "That’s very brave of them."

"I do not have to give Potter credit for anything," Snape snapped angrily. "I merely have to risk my life - and now possibly yours, and Sullivan’s - to try to protect the egotistical little shit from the Dark Lord."

Welkin leaned across the front of the desk on her elbows, her chin propped up by her hands, and gave him a sympathetic look to soften her words.

"I’m very appreciative of that, Severus, but I don’t think that Harry’s an egotistical little shit, and I’m sure the group wasn’t all his idea. Hermione and Ron had a hand in it as well, I suspect. Those three are inseparable."

"Yes, inseparable…like the ingredients of a particularly noxious potion," Snape agreed.

"Or the Three Stooges," Welkin grinned, knowing Severus would like that comparison. To her surprise, he had seemed rather amused by the Muggle classic slapstick comedic episodes involving the characters, when she had shown some of them to him last fall.

Snape stopped frowning darkly, and actually quirked a smile.

"Harry is Moe, Hermione, with all that wild hair, is Larry, and Ron, the one you call the dense one, is Curly," Welkin said.

"You are attempting to tease me, and lighten my mood," Snape told her, reading her intentions well.

"Always…and forever," Welkin said, still smiling back at him indulgently.

"But if Albus fled Hogwarts when they tried to arrest him, where is he? Do you know?" Welkin asked.

"I have offered him refuge at Spinner’s End. He is basing himself there temporarily, under the auspices of a Fidelius Charm placed on the location."

"I’m glad you’re helping him. I feel so bad about the way I acted to him when Sully almost…died." Welkin didn’t want to use the disturbing word, but forced herself to. It had never really occurred to her before that any of them might actually die before this was over. Even when she and Severus went to Malfoy Manor, despite some early faltering, she had at last had confidence they would eventually find a way out of the danger they were in.

She turned to look at Sully, lying on his stomach, his tiny fists clutching soft handfuls of the black furry rug in front of their bed. He was finally tuckered out and sound asleep after energetically traversing and exploring their bedchamber all evening in a continuous crawling expedition.

"Albus knows that you were only upset about Sullivan, and did not mean what you said," Snape told her. "But at any rate, we shall be at Spinner’s End later this month and you can tell him yourself, if he is still in residence there."

Snape rose and walked to the rug, where he knelt on one knee to retrieve Sully’s limp, drowsy body from the floor, rising to carry him carefully to the cradle, and settle him in for the night.

Welkin watched him thoughtfully. Severus was actually quite good with Sully. He was a really good father, she thought proudly, even though she still teased him about disliking children. It was a pity that his solicitous behavior with his son didn’t extend itself to his students more often. A lot of them seemed so unnerved by him. They didn't know what a good man he really was, like she did.

Snape paused to arrange the blanket precisely over his son, and smoothed Sullivan's wild hair slightly. For some reason, a thought of Harry flashed through his mind. Harry was Lily’s son too, as well as James Potter’s, he reminded himself. He quickly dismissed the thought from his mind and turned back to Welkin.

"My encounter with Dolores Umbridge was most unsettling," he admitted. "I have great need of you tonight, my wife."

"Using sex to self-medicate? That’s something I can certainly agree with as a curative. Particularly when it involves ‘submitting’ myself to your - what was it you called it at the Malfoys? - ‘Base desires’?" Welkin laughed. "But can we have a glass of wine, and talk a little about less important things first?"

"Always and forever, my sweet," Snape responded, with a genuine smile this time.

Welkin followed Ginny and Luna to their table at The Three Broomsticks, narrowly avoiding a collision with Neville Longbottom, who was so entranced with Madam Rosmerta, the popular and attractive but much more mature bartender, that he nearly ran into Welkin on his way back to his own table.

"Are you sure it’s okay for me to tag along tonight? This seems like a pretty young crowd for the most part," Welkin observed. Welkin would have preferred being with Severus, but the girls had invited her, and she didn't want to disappoint them by turning them down. Maybe she and Severus needed a little break from each other every now and then.

"Of course it's okay," Ginny told her. "All kinds of people come in here. Even Snape…I mean, Professor Snape," she corrected herself, trying to sound more respectful of him for Welkin’s benefit.

"Are you sure that it’s okay that Hermione’s joining us here?" Ginny asked bluntly, referring obliquely to her knowledge of the other girl’s crush on Snape, and her impulsive declaration of love to him, which had led to a brief but painful separation between Welkin and Snape.

"Of course. That’s all water under the dungeons now. That misunderstanding has all been straightened out. She’s dating your brother now, isn’t she?"

"I wouldn’t exactly call it dating. More like mooning over one another." Ginny sniffed. "Neither one of them has the guts to admit they want to snog each other’s brains out."

Welkin laughed at Ginny's astute observation as they took their seats.

"Don’t get me wrong - I like Hermione - but sometimes she acts like she’s got a stick up her butt! She just doesn’t want to have any fun. All she wants to do is go to the library, and hang around with Ron and Harry," Ginny complained.

"She’s very smart, and she’s very pretty," Luna defended her. "I wish she had been sorted into Ravenclaw. I would have liked her for a roommate." Luna’s own series of roommates had not always been kind to her, or willing to put up with her numerous eccentricities.

"She does seem to have a lot of Ravenclaw tendencies," Welkin agreed. "But I think her heart is with Gryffindor - for more reasons than one - Ginny’s brother Ron being only one of them."

Welkin patted Luna’s hand consolingly, and turned back to Ginny.

"They both just seem a little shy. Que sera sera," Welkin concluded. Welkin didn’t really want to spend the evening discussing Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley’s romantic problems - especially since there was apparently no sex involved to be discussed.

Hermione certainly hadn’t been that shy when it came to throwing herself at Severus, Welkin thought. The way Sevvy had described it to Welkin, he hadn’t had time to react to stop her. The girl had apparently jumped on him like a hungry duck on a Junebug.

The adults who moaned and groaned about getting older, who longed for a return to their teenage years, didn’t know what they were talking about, Welkin thought. It was definitely better to be older, and not have to go through all that teenage angst again.

"I can’t believe Professor Snape let you come out with us tonight," Ginny said.

"Well, for one thing - Professor Snape doesn’t ‘let me’ do anything," Welkin informed her. "I do what I want to do. I don’t know why everybody assumes that he’s my Lord and Master, or my boss or something, just because I’m married to him. He isn’t like that. At least - not most of the time," Welkin admitted truthfully. "He trusts me completely, and I trust him."

Sometimes Severus actually was like that, but she could usually argue or sweet talk her way out of the stickier situations that arose with him whenever he disagreed with her conduct, and was less than flexible about it.

It was true that Severus had bent her ear with a long list of things she was not to discuss tonight; like their sex life, his personal habits, their living quarters, and her own bloodline, and unique magical abilities. She was glad they didn’t know about his detailed admonitions to her. Welkin didn’t want to seem like she was some helpless little female twit, who was completely cowed by her husband, and let him call all the shots in their marriage.

Thank goodness nobody knew about the spanking incident, or they would really think that she was under his thumb!

Luna spotted Hermione as she entered the door, and waved her over. Hermione seated herself across from Welkin, and gave a general greeting, glancing a little apprehensively at Welkin.

No need for those nervous looks, Welkin thought. She had already relegated Hermione’s brief and ill-considered pursuit of Severus to her mental trash bin of discarded threats and affronts. The girl had admitted that Snape had wanted none of her when she flung herself at him, and had set things to rights between her and Severus by telling the truth. Welkin didn’t hold grudges unless she had a real reason to.

Luna bought the first round for their table, and to Welkin’s disappointment, she received a tankard of Butterbeer along with the rest of them. Butterbeer was tasty and pleasant enough, but essentially not very fulfilling as a beverage from the perspective of a non-teetotaler. Welkin’s normal taste ran to something a bit more bracing, like firewhisky or champagne. She took a sip of her Butterbeer, and tried to make the best of it.

Severus and Albus were always telling her that she needed to be more of a role model for the students when she was around them. She agreed with that - to an extent. The big difference in their philosophy and hers was that she thought being a role model should also include occasionally modeling a little less perfect, but more realistic image of human behavior for the kids, as well as the stodgier, adult kind of behavior they wanted her to model. These kids were not babies anymore, after all, and they were smarter than that. They knew that adults weren’t always quite as perfect and all-knowing as they made themselves out to be.

They had spent about fifteen minutes in idle chit-chat about classes at Hogwarts, boys who were here tonight that the girls thought were cute, and other harmless mental flotsam and jetsam, when Luna suddenly announced: "Oh, look, there’s Professor Snape."

Welkin turned in her seat just in time to see Snape select a table near the side wall, about three tables away from theirs, and settle himself in alone, carrying his own order of firewhisky.

"What was that you were saying earlier about trusting each other completely?" Ginny said, giving her a knowing smirk.

"Is he just going to sit there and stare at us all evening?" Hermione asked, remembering the Christmas party at the Burrow.

"Oh, I’m sure he’s not planning to stay," Welkin said hastily. "Excuse me, ladies. I think I’ll go say hello to my husband. I’ll be right back."

She rose and, carrying her drink, made her way over to Snape’s table. Snape immediately rose and attempted to seat her at his table with him, but she waved him away.

"What do you think you’re doing?" Welkin demanded. "Are you spying on me?"

"Of course not, Wells. It was a bit lonesome in our chambers since you chose to desert me this evening, and I thought that I would come to The Three Broomsticks for a drink. If I were spying, I would have been a bit more discreet about it, and not seated myself in plain view of your table, do you not think?" Snape reasoned.

"I did not desert you," Welkin denied, sounding exasperated. "Don’t you try to work on my sympathy with that ‘poor little lonesome me’ act. This is the first night I’ve been out on my own in months, and you know that. Those girls think you’re being creepy and obsessive, and I don’t blame them. What did you do with Sully, anyway? You didn’t leave him alone, did you?"

"Of course not. Minerva has him," Snape said, sounding affronted at the accusation that he might do such a thoughtless thing.

"I just got through telling them how much we trust each other, and then here you pop up. It hasn’t even been an hour," Welkin complained.

"You are discussing our relationship with those adolescent dunderheads? Did I not specifically request that you not engage in any such idle chatter?" Snape frowned at her.

"Don’t try to twist this back onto me," Welkin told him. "We have liquor at home, if you wanted a drink. But if you really were feeling so sociable suddenly, why couldn’t you just go to the Hog’s Head instead of showing up here?"

"I happen to favor this establishment," Snape countered. "It is my regular…" He mentally groped for the word she had used before, and found it. "Hangout…yes…it is my regular hangout," he announced triumphantly. "Are you sure you would not like to join me?" he asked hopefully.

"This is girls' night out," Welkin informed him. "The last time I checked, you didn’t have the right equipment to qualify for that. Just have your drink and go home, Severus. I’ll see you later tonight." She turned and strode back to her table.

"It was not an act. It really was quite lonesome," Snape muttered to himself defensively. He had been completely honest about that.

He didn’t understand how his Welkin could choose to abandon him tonight, in favor of spending a boring evening with those three annoying little chits, drinking Butterbeer, of all things. Why hadn’t she asked him to join them? Would that have been so unthinkable? And she had not even kissed him when she left to rejoin them. Severus sat there frowning, as Welkin and the girls resumed their conversation.

"He’s still there, isn’t he?" Welkin sighed, without looking in his direction. An hour had gone by, and Snape had merely ordered another drink, and made no move for the door.

"Yep. Just like Ron when he tries to Disapparate," Ginny reported with a grin.

"Couldn’t we just invite him over to sit with us?" Luna blinked at them innocently.

"No!" Hermione and Ginny shouted in unison.

"Well, you don’t have to be so rude about it!" Welkin told them. "It’s not equivalent to a fate worse than death to socialize with my husband, you know. He’s a very good conversationalist," she said, defending her Severus. "We have interesting talks and debates all the time."

Of course, most of those conversations usually ended in sex, Welkin admitted to herself, but what was wrong with that? Spirited intellectual exchange with each other just made them both a little horny, that’s all.

"You know, this place is getting boring anyway. Who’s up to go to the Hog’s Head?"

"Me!" Ginny said immediately. Of the three of them, Ginny Weasley was definitely the most adventurous girl, Welkin had observed. She liked that about her.

Luna, who had been there before at Welkin’s opening night as a singer there, was okay with the idea. That left Hermione.

"Maybe you wouldn’t feel comfortable there, Hermione," Welkin hinted, trying to give the girl an easy out if she wanted it. "It’s a little more rough-hewn than the usual places you hang out, I expect."

"I’ve been to the Hog’s Head before your opening night," Hermione told her, looking insulted. "We met there to discuss Dumbledore’s Army and our objectives."

"I just meant that you have to be prepared if you’re accosted by some guy who tries to get overly friendly with you. Some of the men who come in there are a bit eager for female companionship."

"She means they’re horny," Ginny clarified bluntly, grinning at Hermione.

"I’m not a baby. I know what she meant, and I can take care of myself," Hermione informed them both. "But Professor Snape is just going to follow us there. It’s pretty obvious that he’s not about to let you out of his sight," she told Welkin.

Welkin ignored Hermione's observation about Snape's intentions. She should just keep her analytical little mind off of her husband, thankyouverymuch, and let Welkin worry about what he might or might not do.

"Good. We’re all in. Then, here’s my idea. Ginny and I will go to the ladies room, and then sneak out the side door. You and Luna follow us several minutes later, and we’ll take off for the Hog’s Head before he even misses us," Welkin plotted. "I don’t think it would even occur to him that I’d take you there. He thinks you're babies, who don't know how to handle themselves. He’ll just get tired of looking for us all over Hogsmeade, and go home," she said confidently.

The girls all enthusiastically nodded their agreement to the plan to ditch Snape.

"Don’t worry. I won’t let the big bad wolves get you," Welkin grinned, as she and Ginny headed for the ladies room.

"If he’s cute enough, one can get me!" Ginny responded, as they traipsed right past the ladies room, and went out the side door exit.
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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)

Chapter 42 - Hermione Takes a Walk on the Wild Side - Part 1