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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 48 - Severus Snape vs. the Internet

Severus resists Welkin's attempt to teach him the wondrous uses of the Muggle Internet. Molly and Arthur Weasley are invited to supper at their home at Spinner's End.

Welkin’s fingers flew across the keyboard of her computer as Snape watched in silence. "There," she announced when she was finished. "Now we each have our own email address."

"I do not wish to be called ‘sourcat’ he complained, staring at the less than flattering nickname that Welkin had selected for his personal email account.

"We can change that, Severus. I just thought it would be a cute email name for you when you send messages. We can change it to ssnape if you like, or maybe halfbloodprince?"

"I do not send e-mailings - I send Owls," Snape told her condescendingly.

"Well, now you can do both, sweetness" Welkin replied, a little less patiently than before.

"I have no need to do both. Who am I to send these Muggle wireless messages to?" he asked, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Well…" Welkin considered, belatedly realizing that he might have a point. Who did he know that he could email?

"You can email my brother Glenn, and you can email me if you’re traveling," she finally decided.

"I rarely travel, and if I find that it is necessary to do so, I intend that you shall travel with me. Or I shall Owl you if you cannot," he repeated, purposely ignoring her suggestion that he could email her brother.

"Okay, forget the email then. We’ll move on to something else. Tell me something that you’d like to know more about? Anything at all," Welkin urged.

Severus thought for a bit. "The Dark Arts," he requested.

Welkin typed in the requested subject, and hit search. Several selections came up, and she picked the first one.

Snape quickly scanned what was on the screen.

"This information is quite incorrect," Snape sneered. "Only a Muggle dunderhead would think this anything but ridiculous."

Welkin felt her face flush, and she gritted her teeth with annoyance.

"You are determined not to like this or find it the least bit useful, aren’t you?" Welkin accused.

"I am indifferent emotionally concerning your Muggle in-tra-netting. I find no purpose for this device, or the Muggle information which it accesses," Snape stated flatly.

Welkin glared at him, reluctant to admit defeat. Did he not realize that he was insulting her culture? She might have magical blood in her veins, but she was raised as a Muggle, and still felt akin to that world as well as to the Wizarding World now.

She tried to think of something that her other world could offer Severus via the internet that his world could not. The only thing from the Muggle world that he seemed interested in at all was her. She bet that if the only way that he could access her pussy was through the internet, that Severus would develop an interest in it pretty damn fast!

Hmmmm…an idea popped into her head.

"How about entertainment value?" Welkin asked, her fingers tapping in some new words into the search engine. She hit search, and then selected one of her favorite websites from the list that came up on screen.

The bored, condescending look left Severus’s face as the pictures came up on the screen, and he leaned in for a closer look.

"I thought that this might get your attention," Welkin said.

"These images are of Muggles engaged in…" Severus began.

"Fucking," Welkin finished for him. "Pornography, baby! Good old-fashioned Muggle smut! I dare you to find anything to compare to it in the Wizarding World that isn’t from some dusty old illustrated manuscript. You’ve got your hetero, your gay and lesbian, your straight fucking, your rough sex, your oral, your anal, your masturbation, your gang bangs, your fetish stuff, your B&D, your S&M, your bestiality…anything and everything that your kinky little heart might desire," she grinned.

Snape seemed to have temporarily lost his penchant for sarcasm as he studiously perused the thumbnail images that filled the page.

"Still think that accessing the internet through a computer isn’t worth the money?" Welkin asked.

"This wireless device might be somewhat worthwhile," he acknowledged at last.

Snape slowly raised a finger, and poked it at one of the images on the screen. "I should like to pleasure you like this," he asserted.

"If you pleasured me like that, all the blood would rush to my head at the very least, and you might possibly break my neck, at the very worst," Welkin grinned again.

"I will hold you securely. You will be in no such danger. How do I access more of these instructive pages?" Snape asked.

The victorious smile faded from Welkin’s lips as she began to realize that this particular example of the uses of the internet might not have been such a good idea to show to Severus after all.

Severus’s enthusiasm for fucking her was already a little out of control at times. Did she really want him researching new ways to do it on the internet, and inflaming his passions even more in the process? She was barely getting enough sleep as it was.

"Calm down, Sevvy. You’re getting a little overheated. I’ll show you later," Welkin said, hastily clicking off the internet connection.

Snape looked puzzled at her sudden change of heart, but decided to return to one of their earlier subjects.

"As to these electronic Owls, who will you be sending them to?" Snape asked.

"I’ll be emailing my friends and relatives, of course. They must think I died or something. I haven’t been in contact with anyone but Glenn and Marie ever since I got here."

"I happened to observe that two of those names you put into the device did not belong to females," Snape said.

"So?" Welkin said. She would have bet Galleons on what was coming next.

"Are these men who you have engaged in past intimacies with, Welkin?" he asked her, scowling.

Bingo! The green-eyed Basilisk strikes again, she thought. Severus seemed to think that every male alive who was over the age of puberty, or who didn’t have one foot in the grave, wanted to fuck her and/or steal her away from him. She was never able to convince him otherwise for very long.

"Of course not. They’re just friends of mine, not former lovers. We’ve never thought about each other like that."

"I was just friends with Lily, yet I desired much more," Snape pointed out. "I do not wish you sending electronic Owls to other men, who it is very apparent to me would most certainly desire to bed you, and attempt to do so at the first opportunity," he concluded succinctly. At least, it was succinct compared to his other rants about the subject in the past.

"I’m not giving up my friends just because you’re insecure," Welkin told him. "Really, Sevvy, how many times do I have to tell you – I don’t want anybody else but you. Anyway, one of them is gay. I doubt that me sending him emails about my exciting domestic life at Spinner’s End is going to turn him into a raging heterosexual anytime soon," she added sarcastically.

"You may Owl that one then, but without details of our life together at either Spinner’s End or Hogwarts," Snape said. "The other one you must most assuredly discard."

"What am I supposed to write about if I can’t discuss details of my life?" Welkin asked, with obvious frustration.

"That is of no concern to me. I am not of an intruding nature in your personal matters. You cannot risk exposure of our world to Muggles, however. You are my wife, and a member of the magical community now. You are not to discuss the details of your current existence."

"You’re as full of shit as a Christmas turkey! Not intrusive, my ass! You’ve been just itching to get your hands and jealous, prying Wizard eyes on my journals ever since I first started writing in them; and I can’t even so much as exchange two words with another man without you suddenly popping up out of nowhere, acting like you just caught him trying to work his way into my panties! It’s embarrassing!"

"It is my right as your husband. I am the only man who is allowed in your knickers, Welkin!" Snape finally raised his voice.

Welkin really didn’t want to start an argumentative brawl with him about this. It was too early in the day for it. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself, and took another approach.

"Yes, Severus, my love. Which pair do you want? Personally, I think you’d look adorable in the pink ones with the little purple dragons on them."

Snape stared at her, his scowl slowly disappearing.

"I prefer the green silken pair," he said at last. "But I am afraid that they would not contain my…natural enthusiasm for you."

"Sevvysmonstercock dot com," Welkin said, and burst out laughing. What were they arguing about again? Was it something silly or something important? Did she even care?

Severus kissed her, knocking the computer mouse to the floor in the process, where it lay unheeded by either of them.

Arthur Weasley had adjourned with Snape to the sitting room after supper, where Welkin heard Severus pontificating to their guest somewhat more enthusiastically than she had expected him to, demonstrating his newly acquired skill at accessing the internet through her computer.

"These Muggles! What will they think of next?" Weasley exclaimed. "Really damn clever of them, wouldn’t you say?" he asked Snape.

"I suppose if one does not have the capacity for Owling messages, that it might suffice as an alternate method of communication," Welkin heard Snape agree, much to her surprise. He had seemed so disdainful of it when she was trying to show it to him. Now he was acting as if he had invented the internet all on his own. It was actually sort of funny to listen to.

In the kitchen, Welkin sat at the table with Molly, who had volunteered to do the supper dishes. As Welkin discovered, that entailed merely directing her wand towards the sink several times, setting in motion the magical scrubbing, rinsing and drying of their supper dishes, as Molly poured them each some wine from the bottle she and Arthur had arrived with.

Welkin sipped her wine with one hand, attempting to keep Sully from struggling loose from her grasp, and crawling across the tabletop towards the wine bottle, which he seemed determined to claim as his own.

Sullivan strained mightily towards the bottle, reaching out. The bottle started to move towards him, sliding across the table as he laughed happily.

"Oh, Welkin, you didn’t tell me the baby was beginning to exhibit magical skills!" Molly said with delight.

"Yes, he’s gone crazy with it all of a sudden," Welkin said. "I have to watch him every second when he’s awake, or he’d have his little hands into everything. Sully, no! Don’t do that! You know you’re only supposed to touch your own things like that. That’s for the adults, sweetie. You’re too young for wine. Here’s your nice pumpkin juice."

Welkin handed Sully his bottle of pumpkin juice, which she had hand-strained of pulp for him. He tilted his head, stared at her solemnly and knit his brow in a frown, but finally upended the bottle and stuck the nipple in his mouth, sucking at the disgusting looking drink. Welkin thought it was disgusting, at least; the kids at Hogwarts seemed to love it, and so did Sully, but Welkin didn’t think she would ever be able to acquire a taste for the vile looking stuff.

"He looks just like Severus when he frowns like that," Molly observed. "And already exhibiting magical skills! How wonderful!"

"Yeah, he’s got a lot more of his father’s temperament than I thought at first," Welkin said. "He’s a little bit stubborn," she admitted, rearranging the long, dark strands of wild hair on his head as he sucked at his bottle, his dark little eyes darting back and forth between Molly’s smiling face, and the wine bottle which his mother didn’t want him to touch.

"Perhaps the next baby will be a little easier," Molly said sympathetically.

"That won’t be for a long time yet," Welkin said quickly.

"Oh? Arthur said that Severus seemed to think otherwise."

"He did?" Welkin looked annoyed. "Well, Severus isn’t always correct in his assumptions."

What was he doing discussing that with Arthur Weasley? Welkin wondered. It peeved her that Severus insisted that she not discuss any aspects of their private life with other people, and yet he seemed to be running off at the mouth to Arthur now about such an intimate matter.

"Of course not. Don’t you let him pressure you or intimidate you into doing anything you don’t want to do," Molly advised her. "Don’t you be afraid to stand up to him."

"Afraid? Why would I be afraid of Severus?" Welkin looked at her, genuinely puzzled.

"Oh, no reason of course," Molly revised hastily. "It’s just that Severus has a reputation for being a bit…forbidding." Scary was what she really meant, but she was not about to admit that to Welkin.

"Why is that?" Welkin asked. "I know he used to be a Death Eater, but he’s not really like that at all. I don’t believe that he ever was. When are people ever going to forget what he used to be? That was just a terrible mistake he made when he was very young," she said. "He shouldn’t have to pay for it for the rest of his life. It’s not fair."

Molly could see how upset Welkin was getting, and felt badly for her. She wanted to believe that Welkin was correct in her assessment of Severus Snape, but Molly was not yet ready to blithely discard nearly fifteen years of negative assumptions about the man.

"I know he’s a bit strict as a teacher, but he would never really hurt any of the students," Welkin continued. "Why are so many of the kids so scared of him?" she asked Molly, lowering her voice slightly, so that Severus wouldn’t hear her.

Severus thought that she didn’t know how other people viewed him, but Welkin was very well aware of it; sometimes she was quite painfully aware of it. Her heart ached for him every time she heard a disparaging or unkind remark about him. Unfortunately, hardly a week seemed to go by when she didn’t hear at least one.

"You have to admit that he can be a little intimidating, and even perhaps the tiniest bit unkind to his students at times," Molly said, lowering her own voice as well. "Children are very sensitive to it. It’s not surprising that he would frighten them. He frightens a lot of adults as well. I hope you don’t take offense at me speaking so plainly."

"No, of course not," Welkin said. "But everybody’s all wrong about him. Severus is the kindest, sweetest, most thoughtful man when you get to know him. Really, he is," she insisted. "It’s so unfair - the things that people say about him." Welkin sounded downcast, as she considered the terrible things that people said about her Severus.

"Of course it is," Molly agreed. "I didn’t mean to upset you by speaking so plainly. I’m sure he is all of those wonderful things, if you say so." She reached across the table, clasped her hand over Welkin’s, and gave it a comforting little squeeze.

Molly really thought that Welkin had gone quite over the edge in describing Snape’s sterling qualities to her, but there was no need to upset the woman further by accusing her of purposely deluding herself about her husband, and gilding the lily egregiously by describing Severus Snape as ‘sweet’. Perhaps he was sweet, to Welkin, but Severus Snape was about as sweet as a den full of cobras to everyone else.

"Don’t get me wrong – Severus is no pushover," Welkin admitted. "He’s very demanding, but of himself as much as he is of others. He’s a formidable and very talented Wizard, and the bravest, most intelligent man I’ve ever known," Welkin said, not wanting to make her Severus sound like some kind of a creampuff.

"I honestly don’t know what I’d do if anything ever took him away from me," Welkin said. "Or Sully," she added.

Molly smiled at her. "You love him very much, don’t you? We bleed for our loved ones when we think they are being treated unfairly. That’s really the heart of it, isn’t it? And he loves you too – that much was plain to see at Christmas, when you were apart. You just let silly gossips like me wag their tongues. You know the truth of it in your heart."

Welkin smiled at her. Molly was right. It didn’t matter what anybody else had to say about her husband. Welkin knew the truth about him.

Sully reached up with one hand, and patted her on the cheek. "Ah – mah," he announced, and grinned, letting his empty bottle fall to the floor.

"What feminine plotting against your poor unsuspecting husbands are you two up to in here?" Arthur Weasley asked jocularly as he and Severus rejoined them.

"Severus! Sully just called me Mama! At last!" Welkin leapt up and joined him in the doorway with Sully.

"Of course, Welkin," Snape announced to her matter-of-factly. It would not do to be overly emotional about such things in front of the Weasleys. "You are his mother, after all. What else would he call you? Our child is not a dunderhead."
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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)

Chapter 48 - Severus Snape vs. the Internet