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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 43 - Hermione Takes a Walk on the Wild Side - Part 2

Welkin's plan to ditch Snape on their girls' night outing runs into a hitch. Hermione is annoyed at Snape and Welkin's public display, but gains an admirer who might not be what he seems to be. Author's Note: This chapter includes the original character of Julien Bell.

Welkin and her crew of girls entered the Hog’s Head, jubilant at the way they had managed to give Snape the slip.

Their self-congratulatory chuckles lasted less than ten seconds, because sitting placidly at a table in the corner, calmly enjoying a firewhisky, and obviously awaiting their arrival, was Professor Severus Snape.

"Brilliant plan," Hermione told Welkin wryly.

"We ran all the way. He must have Apparated here," Welkin mumbled. "How did he know where…"

"Apparently he knows you better than you think," Hermione replied, not giving her time to finish.

Julien Bell, looking quite handsome in a navy blue frock coat and trousers, appeared out of nowhere and greeted Welkin, as her young companions eyed the attractive man with interest.

"Hello, Julien," Welkin said, introducing them each by name. He kissed each young lady’s hand gallantly, seeming to linger a little over Hermione’s, Welkin noticed.

"Would you do me the favor of seating these ladies, and keeping them entertained for a while. I have someone I have to talk to," she said.

"It would be my pleasure," Julien replied, as Welkin distractedly walked away towards Snape’s table for the second time this evening.

Welkin stopped in front of Snape, who had his head down. Persephone the goat was at his side, as usual, with her hairy little chin resting contentedly on his right knee.

Welkin cleared her throat to get his attention, then realized that was a Dolores Umbridge tactic, and felt chagrined about it when he looked up at her.

"I hate to sound like a broken record, but what are you doing here?" she asked.

"I believe that you informed me that this was the establishment I should have gone to in the first place, Welkin," he said innocently. "Is that not so?"

"Well, yes, but…"

"Then, I was merely following your instructions," he smirked, idly stroking Persephone on the head as he did.

"You think you’re sooooo smart, don’t you? Just because you figured out where we were going, and beat us here."

"It did not exactly require much deep analysis, my pet. I know you, and your inclinations, and I followed them to the logical conclusion. Please seat yourself while we resolve this, won’t you," he requested. He had been talking to her with his head down again, but now he looked up at her expectantly.

Welkin sank into the seat next to his, frowning suspiciously. His whole tone with her had changed.

"I can’t stay long. I have to get back to the girls," she said.

"No hurry. Julien and his friends appear to be entertaining them quite well," Snape reported.

Welkin turned to look at the table he was gazing at, where two other attractive young gentlemen had joined Julien, and were conversing with Ginny and Luna, as Julien fixed his attentions on Hermione.

"I guess there’s no hurry after all. They seem to be all paired off, and I’d probably feel like an unwanted old hag sitting over there with no one to talk to," Welkin sighed.

"Not so old, most assuredly wanted, and certainly not a hag," Snape told her. "Definitely always welcome at my table," he added. "I would not want you to be made to feel unwanted and unappreciated, by abandoning you and implying that you were not fit company for my friends," he said archly.

"Oh, Sevvy, was that what you thought I was doing to you?" Welkin asked, suddenly realizing how rude she must have been to him at The Three Broomsticks.

"What was I to think?" he responded. "You seemed so anxious to be rid of me."

"I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean anything like that. Honestly, I didn’t. You know that I’d much rather be with you than anybody, but I just thought you’d make the girls uncomfortable because you’re their teacher, and it would just be too awkward."

"They teased you about me, I presume?"

"Well…yes," she admitted.

"You thought that they would think that I had you under my control," he astutely observed.

"Yes!" she said, looking startled. Was he in her mind now? She couldn’t feel him. But he seemed to know exactly what she was thinking. The thought that he could read her so well was both thrilling and a little alarming.

Snape took her hand, and turned her palm up, pressing his lips lightly to the center of it in a kiss. "Does it really matter to you what they think about us?" he asked in that low, silky voice that made her quiver.

"No, not really," she conceded.

"Where is the woman who doesn’t care what other people think?" he asked.

"Here," she said, a little tremor in her own low voice now.

"Then…show…her…to…me," he commanded, stretching out the demand, as he leaned into her, suddenly grasped the back of her head, and pulled her to him to join their lips in a kiss.

"There they go again," Hermione announced, sounding irritated.

Julien turned and observed the sight she was referring to: Welkin and Snape sharing a deeply passionate kiss at Snape’s table. It was not an unfamiliar sight to him. No one who regularly frequented the Hog’s Head was unused to the sight of them, or any other couple for that matter, kissing in public. No one paid much attention, or felt inclined to gossip about it. Perhaps that is why they felt free to indulge themselves here.

He turned back to Hermione, his grey, vaguely wolfish eyes twinkling with amusement. "Don’t you approve of kissing, Hermione?"

"Not in public, Mr. Bell, and certainly not in such an exhibitionistic way as that," she informed him. "Who do they think they are? Marc Antony and Cleopatra? Of course, she did dress like an Egyptian Queen for her debut here. Maybe that’s how she fancies herself."

"You don’t like Welkin very much, do you?" Julien cocked his head at her, as if he were assessing her. "Jealous, perhaps? You don’t fancy Professor Snape yourself, do you?"

"Jealous? Of course not!" Hermione protested. "I don’t dislike Welkin. I just think they should show a little more self-control in public, that's all."

"Cleopatra wasn’t technically an Egyptian Queen, by the way," Bell told her.

"Yes, she was," Hermione argued. "I’ve read all about her."

"I’m sure you have, being Hogwarts’ most brilliant academic student, and all. But Cleopatra was Pharaoh, not Queen, and was of Macedonian ancestry, not Egyptian, so technically, I am right, and you are wrong. You don’t like being wrong, do you, Hermione?" He was looking at her with amusement now.

"I’m perfectly capable of admitting when I’m wrong, Mr. Bell," she answered, glaring at him. "But I’m not."

The waitress interrupted the disagreement by bringing the drinks Julien had ordered, and distributing the glasses among them.

"This isn’t Butterbeer. I asked for Butterbeer," Hermione said, eyeing the illicit firewhisky in her glass. "We’re not supposed to drink this, and they’re not supposed to serve it to us."

"A lot of things are done here at the Hog’s Head that aren’t supposed to be done. Unless there’s a Ministry official here - and there isn’t one here tonight, you'll be relieved to know - you’re perfectly safe. Your teacher is rather occupied at the moment, as you pointed out. He’s not likely to report you."

Hermione still hesitated.

"Well, if you’re afraid to have a real drink, instead of that babies' pabulum you ordinarily drink, and you’re afraid to bend a few of those iron-clad rules of yours, I’ll just…" He reached to remove her firewhisky.

"Leave it!" Hermione ordered, picking up the glass. Ginny was already drinking hers, and even Luna wasn’t refusing her first taste of the forbidden liquid. She didn’t want to be the only one who was afraid to try it.

She took a gulp, and coughed as it burned on the way down.

"That’s the Gryffindor spirit!" Julien laughed at her. "You Gryffs never like to turn down a challenge, do you? Particularly Harry Potter’s friend and compatriot in that little not-so-secret society you liked to call Dumbledore’s Army."

"How do you know so much about what goes on at Hogwarts?" Hermione asked, taking another, much more careful sip of her drink, to keep from coughing this time.

"I used to be a student at Hogwarts, of course, and I still have some contacts there, some of them among Gryffindor," he answered.

"You were sorted into Gryffindor?" she asked, looking dubious. He didn’t seem the type.

"No," he said, frowning for the first time. Then he smiled again, and leaned in much too close to her. "I was sorted Slytherin," he hissed. He laughed when she gave a small involuntary start. He drew back again, and took a deep gulp of his drink, smiling at her.

"Don’t you have any Slytherin friends, Hermione?" he asked. "We’re not so bad, once you get to know us. Some even find us to be desirable companions."

Hermione got the distinct impression that he was toying with her, and making fun of her lack of sophistication.

"That might be your opinion of yourself, Mr. Bell, but…"

"Julien," he corrected her. "I’m not at Hogwarts anymore, and you’re not my professor, that you should be calling me 'Mr. Bell'. Call me by my given name. And by the way, your companions don’t seem to share your low opinion of public displays of affection," he added.

Hermione turned to look, and was surprised to see Ginny already sitting on her new companion’s lap, kissing him, and even Luna was allowing her young man the liberty of putting his arm around her, and giving her a mostly chaste kiss on the cheek.

When she turned back to him, Julien was openly smirking at her.

"Finish your drink, Hermione," he said. "You’re not keeping up with the rest of us tonight," he said, with what she suspected was a double meaning.

Hermione felt a sudden flash of anger at his smug attitude.

Not keeping up, was she? She’d show him! Without thinking about it, Hermione leaned over the table and grabbed the insufferable Julien Bell by the back of his head as she had seen Snape do to Welkin, pulled him forward, and pressed her lips to his, kissing him firmly and thoroughly before releasing him.

"Gryff! You surprise me," Julien told her, the smug look erased from his face, much to her satisfaction. "That’s more like it. Ten points to Gryffindor!"

"I love the way that you kiss me, Sevvy. I could kiss you for hours," Welkin swooned, gazing into his eyes.

"Perhaps we should go home then," he suggested, pressing his advantage with her.

He was so enticingly close to her that she could feel his warm breath on her face as he spoke. She could smell the distinctive masculine scent of his body, unadorned by the artificial enhancement of cologne, as was his habit, and her personal preference. She took another deep whiff of him, and unconsciously licked her lips at the thought of tasting him again.

"You don’t know how tempted I am," she admitted. "When you kiss me like that, I just want to throw you down on this table, and suck the breath right out of you."

"That would be somewhat counterproductive, my sweet. Were you to suck the breath from me, I would be dead, and I would not be able to fully pleasure you as I very much desire to do right now." He gave her a teasing look, but it was tinged heavily with the desire he spoke of.

"I’d find a way to bring you back to life. Trust me," Welkin promised.

"I have no doubt of it, my little Life Giver," Snape told her. "Just the nearness of you is bringing me to life now," he added, knowing that she would recognize his meaning.

Her eyes flicked downward to glance at his jacket, which was concealing his crotch. Yes, she knew what he meant, perfectly. But what could she do about it here?

Welkin nonchalantly placed her hand on Severus’s knee, and started to slide it upwards, but Persephone, apparently jealous that Welkin was getting the lion’s share of Snape’s attention now, nipped at her.

"Ow!" Welkin yelped, causing a few nearby customers to turn and stare at her.

"Away with you," Snape ordered, waving his hand at the goat, which suddenly became very compliant, and trotted away into a corner.

"Are you injured, my love?" Snape asked with concern, examining her hand.

"I’ll live, I guess. Damn that goat anyway! She thinks she owns you!"

"I shall have a talk with her about recognizing your property rights," Snape told her.

Welkin giggled. "Sevvy…you told a joke," she grinned.

"Do not act so surprised," he said. "If I were not possessed of an excellent sense of humour, I would never have wished to marry someone as bedeviling as you."

"The joke's on you. I said yes."

"Eventually, and under some considerable coaxing, and minor subterfuge. But, back to more serious matters," he told her, and moved her hand back to his thigh, within inches of his erection, which they both knew was aching for her touch.

"Are you sure you’re okay with this?" she whispered.

"I have every confidence in your ability to defy detection," he answered, to her delight. Welkin loved doing it in public places, but Severus rarely would do anything quite this daring.

How could she manage this? Welkin thought.

"Scoot a little further up to the table," she whispered, moving her chair a little closer to his. She leaned close to him, as if to engage him in intimate conversation.

As he moved his chair further underneath the table, she pulled the tablecloth out, and slipped her hand beneath it. Snape’s thighs and crotch were now fairly effectively concealed from view beneath the tablecloth. Thankfully, there was also only dim lighting from the candles on the tables.

When she moved her hand to his crotch, Welkin was surprised to find Snape already unzipped, in anticipation. Her hand slid inside his trousers and shorts, and closed over him, as he gave a quick intake of breath, and a mostly quiet groan that only she heard.

"You weren’t lying, were you, Sevvy?" Welkin whispered as she began by stroking her fingers over his hardness appreciatively. "You really did miss me, didn’t you?"

"Looking for more pointers?" Julien asked, as he noticed that Hermione had resumed staring at Welkin and Snape at their table.

"She’s practically in his lap," Hermione said disapprovingly.

"I expect that she is. Or he’s in hers. Or perhaps they both are in each other's," Julien quipped, not bothering to look this time.

"Don’t be so nasty," Hermione told him, finishing her drink. "You sound like Cormac McLaggan."

"Boyfriend?"

"No! Not in a million years. He’s horrid! All hands and mouth!"

"Sounds like a boyfriend to me."

"I wouldn’t know."

"You wouldn’t…" Julien looked puzzled. "You surprise me, Gryff. An attractive girl like you has never had a boyfriend?"

Hermione stopped looking at Snape’s table, and looked at Julien instead, this time with closer scrutiny.

"You think I’m attractive?"

"Of course. Lovely, really. Your skin, your eyes, that wild mane of hair of yours. A regular academic Aphrodite, that’s what I’d call you. Maybe I’ll write a song about you," he smiled.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" Hermione asked bluntly.

"I’d like to, but no, I’m simply giving you a compliment, Gryff."

"You’d like to seduce me?" Hermione’s voice softened perceptibly to his ear.

"If you’d climb down out of that ivory tower for a little while, I’d give it a shot," Julien said, studying her intently. He could almost see the wheels in that amazing brain of hers turning as she looked back at him.

Snape didn’t want her, Ron was too much of a boy to claim her, and Cormac and others like him were much too crude for her taste. It was time, Hermione decided, and she could do a lot worse than Julien Bell for her first time. He was handsome and clever, and was a man instead of a boy. He would be experienced, and know what to do. She glanced one more time at Snape's table, where he seemed totally engrossed with his wife to the exclusion of anything and anyone else in the room. Welkin wouldn't hesitate, would she? Hermione thought. She never seemed to let rationality get in the way of her emotions or desires.

"Do you have a room here?" Hermione asked suddenly.

Julien looked surprised again. "Of course. Would you care to see it, milady? It’s not a castle, but it’s clean, I can promise you that, and you’ll make it shine even brighter."

"Yes…I think I would like to see it," Hermione said firmly. They rose from their chairs, and she grabbed her bag. "Ginny, Luna, I’ll see you back at Hogwarts. Julien will take me home. We’re going for a walk."

Julien extended his arm to her. "Your servant, milady." She took his arm and followed him into the hallway, and up the stairs.
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Chapter 43 - Hermione Takes a Walk on the Wild Side - Part 2