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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 5
Welkin's Run-in With Lucius Malfoy
Lucius Malfoy sees an opening to Welkin, and tries to slither into it. Snape does his Potions Master thing, and Albus ponders the power of love.

Snape opened his eyes as the morning light filtered through the curtains, his arms possessively encircling a rather sweaty, still sleeping Welkin. It was the first night he’d chosen to stay with her, instead of returning to his room after their lovemaking.

Welkin had gleefully called it a ‘sleep over’ and, between their couplings, had regaled him with many funny stories from her life in the Muggle world. Consequently, between the fucking and the talking, there had been little actual sleeping.

He inhaled her fragrance as she slept. It was not the fragrance of perfume, but her natural body scent, which he found much more intoxicating. He stroked her auburn hair, mussed by the evening’s exertions, but silkily soft to his touch. One pink nipple flirted at him from her rounded right breast, exposed above the comforter which covered their bodies. He teased it, grasping it between his thumb and forefinger to roll it gently between them.

"Having fun?" Welkin asked in a raspy morning voice. Her eyes were finally open, looking at him sleepily.

"Oodles," he said, repeating a ridiculous term she’d used the night before.

The incongruity of Severus Snape using the term ‘oodles’ struck Welkin as tremendously funny and she burst into laughter.

"Don’t you ever get enough sex? You’ve got to be the horniest wizard alive. What would your students think if they could see you now?" she grinned up at him.

"Very few of them think at all," Snape observed wryly, his other hand sliding between her legs under the sheet to tease her there. One long finger slid into her and her eyes widened.

"Why, Professor, what an unkind thing to say, when I’m sure they’re all ever so admiring of you."

A second finger slowly joined the first. The effort of carrying on a lucid conversation was getting harder, as Snape continued the slow movement, in and out.

"There are an occasional few who show some promise of developing into something close to acceptable standards," he conceded.

"You’re a hard, hard man, Professor…Oh!" That certainly hit the spot.

"Yes, I believe I am." His double entendre was quite evident to her, stiffly pressed against her as it was.

"And now, Miss Cooper," he said with convincing severity, "I think we might just find another use for that impertinent mouth of yours..."

"I’m starving. I hope your overactive libido hasn’t made us late for breakfast again," Welkin complained.

She felt much more comfortable casually dressed this morning than she had last night in her Yule Ball finery. Jeans and a simple emerald green sweater set off her curvy figure and Irish coloring to perfection. No makeup but a little lip gloss, long nails painted a silvery shade of blue, flat brown suede boots laced up the front, silver Celtic knot citrine earrings, and, of course, his bracelet, which she thought gave the casual ensemble an exotic accent.

"You’ve already had your protein," Snape pointed out with a smirk.

"That’s a very old joke, even in my world. Don’t antagonize me before I’ve had my coffee, Severus, or I swear, I’ll take off this bracelet and ram it right up...oh, good morning, Professor Dumbledore," she greeted the headmaster sweetly, as Snape seated her, before seating himself next to her at the head table.

"Good morning. Sleep well, I trust?" Dumbledore asked.

"Hardly at all, actually," Welkin said cheerfully, busily stirring her accustomed two spoonfuls of brown sugar into her coffee.

"I’m sorry to hear that. Not able to relax after the excitement of the Yule Ball?"

"More like, being not able to convince him the third time’s the charm." She indicated Snape with a jerk of her thumb, just before guzzling her cup of coffee to the last drop.

Minerva McGonagall nearly spit her tea back onto the table, having just taken a sip when Welkin made her overly informative announcement.

"Sorry," Welkin said with a grin.

Welkin dug into her omelet with great relish, looking less than contrite. Snape continued calmly sectioning his grapefruit, seemingly oblivious to the commotion that Welkin had caused at the table, although he obviously had heard every word of it.

Dumbledore tactfully changed the subject, but he started to question his wisdom in promoting this unorthodox coupling.

"After you finish grading your students’ finals, let’s meet up someplace," Welkin suggested. "You can show me some of the places here at the castle that I can’t explore on my own."

Snape looked a little apprehensive at the thought of her wandering around at Hogwarts for several hours on her own, but had little choice, since Dumbledore had seen fit to free her from the confines of her room.

Snape had argued against it from a security perspective, but actually opposed it from a personal one. Welkin seemed much too inclined to discuss their personal involvement with other people when asked, and he knew that some people would be more than happy to ask her. Their personal arrangement was nobody else’s business, as far as he was concerned.

"I’ll walk you to your classroom. I’ve got a question to ask you anyway," Welkin said.

He raised an eyebrow at her quizzically. She usually had a lot more than one question to ask him, and didn’t seem to care whether her questions were in the least bit appropriate. If a thought occurred to Welkin, it was often blurted out almost immediately.

"It’s about that blond guy from the Yule Ball last night, the one with the cane. Who is he exactly? He kept looking at me in a way that disturbed me a little."

Snape knew she meant Lucius Malfoy. He had noticed Malfoy’s attention to Welkin as well, and had deliberately placed himself to block Lucius’s view of her several times during the evening, to shield her from his unsavory scrutiny.

"His name is Lucius Malfoy, and you needn’t concern yourself with him. He is the father of one of my students, Draco Malfoy, but he rarely visits Hogwarts."

"He creeps me out, big time," Welkin frowned. "I’m glad he doesn’t hang around here a lot. I don’t trust him any further than I can throw him."

Welkin’s colloquial Muggleisms often made no sense to Snape, but he understood the feeling behind the one she’d used in this case. Despite their long acquaintance, or perhaps because of it, Snape didn’t completely trust Lucius either. Neither Lucius’s intense distaste for Muggles, nor his marriage vows, had prevented him from disporting himself with Muggle women in the past, and not always with their consent, it was rumored.

They had reached the door to his classroom, and suddenly concerned, he grasped her by her arms and forced her to look at him.

"Promise me something. If you were to happen to see him here, at any time, do not ever let yourself be alone with him," he insisted firmly.

"Of course, Severus, I promise," Welkin vowed solemnly, her eyes wide.

He reluctantly released her.

"Do you think it would cause a total breakdown of student discipline if the exalted Potions Master of Hogwarts Academy kissed me goodbye right here in the hallway?"

This was an unexpectedly polite and decorous request, considering that she had openly discussed their sex life at the headmaster’s table less than an hour ago, Snape thought. He was mystified and somewhat annoyed by her mercurial changes of attitude.

Still, he wanted very much to kiss her, and so he did. Unfortunately, just as the trio of Potter, Weasley and Granger walked by. Snape heard Weasley’s loud groan and gave them a glare that made them scurry away around the corner.

Welkin rounded the corner herself and nearly collided with the three.

"Oh, hi, guys. Sorry about that little awkwardness back there. He’s just a little grumpy from lack of sleep."

"He must never sleep then," Ron Weasley said, "because he’s always like that."

"Always? Really? That’s strange. He doesn’t seem that way to me." Welkin smiled to herself as they started walking along together.

"He does seem a bit different now, since you’ve been here, that is," Hermione offered. “He’s a little less…rigid.”

Welkin ducked her head and tried not to laugh. Severus Snape had been plenty rigid in the past several days. Welkin could attest to that personally.

"Good, then I must be having a good influence on him. I think he just needs a little break from the boredom around here. He seems like he’s under a lot of stress. That’s probably why he was so mean to me in the beginning," Welkin rationalized.

Welkin smiled again, walking along in her distinctively bouncy way, thinking her cheerfully optimistic thoughts about the great influence she was having on the former asshole, Severus Snape.

"You really do like him, don’t you? You’re not just pretending to," Harry said, sounding as if he had just suddenly realized that it might actually be true that someone could like Professor Snape.

"Yes, I do. Why would I pretend?"

"Why? He’s not exactly a nice person."

Harry halted and everyone else stopped walking too. He looked at Welkin as if she had just admitted to a fondness for barbecuing small children over an open flame.

"Well, nice isn’t always a simple thing to define, Harry. I’m not always nice either. Nobody is, not even you, if you’re really honest about it. Anyway, what’s not to like about him?”

Welkin began to list Snape’s sterling qualities, much to Harry’s frustration: “He’s highly intelligent, very accomplished at what he does, very well-read, funny, and sexy as hell. He’s a great little snogger too," she added for Ron Weasley’s sake, remembering his loud comment from supper the first evening she’d arrived at Hogwarts.

Ron groaned again. He would have been quite happy not knowing that item of information about the old Bat. "Professor Snape, sexy? You must be bonkers!"

Welkin finally burst out laughing. "Bonkers? Well, maybe I am at that,” she conceded. “Your Professor Snape can be a bit intimidating at times, I admit, but I kind of like that about him too. Lord knows, I’ve never liked obsequious men."

With no more classes to attend, the trio spent the next several hours showing Welkin the layout of Hogwarts, and even included a trip to visit Hagrid, which she enjoyed enormously. The gentle giant of a man was kind and hospitable. Besides, he seemed to be one of few people around here who had nothing bad to say to her about Professor Snape.

Deposited back at Hogwarts by the trio, Welkin thanked them for taking the time to lead her on her ‘freshman orientation,’ and then headed directly to one of the features that she had enjoyed most, the main library.

The most interesting stuff is generally always on the upper level, Welkin thought, so when she spotted a spiral staircase, she made a beeline for it. She roamed the shelves of books, reading titles and occasionally pulling a book to thumb through it. This place is a reader’s wet dream, she thought in amazement. Her lifelong appetite for books, of all kinds, but particularly those of a more esoteric nature, could certainly be slaked in a place like this.

Welkin was at the end of an aisle, near a window, engrossed in a tome on the curative properties of herbs, when she suddenly felt a shiver run up her spine. She glanced to the open end of the aisle, but there was no one there. She ignored a second tingling sensation, merely muttering to herself a quote that seemed appropriate, "By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes."

"You Muggles always were inordinately fond of Shakespeare."

The sudden voice almost made her drop the book she was holding. When she turned again, there was a man silhouetted in the dim lighting at the end of the aisle.

As he slowly walked toward her, sporting a snakehead cane and an oily, crooked smile, she recognized him. What the hell was Lucius Malfoy doing here? More importantly, she had the uneasy feeling that he had deliberately followed her upstairs. Her overly active imagination began to attribute all sorts of sinister motives to the man, spurred on by Snape’s recent admonition to her never to allow herself to be alone with him.

Determined not to show the panic she felt, Welkin was too well aware that she was trapped in an area that seemed to have less foot traffic. There was no easy way past him, unless Malfoy stepped aside to allow it. She folded the book closed and held it against her chest in an unconsciously defensive gesture as he approached.

Lucius halted his steady pace in front of her. "Miss Cooper, isn’t it?" He prised one of her hands from the book and lifted it to his lips in a courtly kiss that made her skin crawl.

"Charmed to finally be able to meet you," he said as she hastily snatched her hand back. "I so admired your..." he looked her body up and down suggestively before he continued, "…spirited dancing at the Yule Ball."

Welkin shelved the book abruptly, feigning a confidence she didn’t completely feel at the moment. "I have to meet Severus. He’s expecting me," she said, hoping, but not expecting, the bluff would work.

"Oh, surely not just yet," he said in his smarmy way, still blocking her path.

"Get out of my way," she said in an imperious tone, glaring at him.

Very deliberately, Malfoy placed the head of his cane on one of the shelves, balancing it, and began to slowly remove his gloves.

"You really should have someone of quality as a point of comparison to Severus."

He laid the gloves on the shelf next to the cane.

"Someone of the Wizarding aristocracy, such as myself, for instance." He reached a hand out as if to touch her face. She slapped it away.

"Don’t try to do that again," she warned, her voice low with anger.

"Snape can’t do the things I can for you, my dear. Neither materially nor...sexually."

He took another step and though she’d vowed to herself she’d stand her ground, Welkin inadvertently backed up in reflex and was now against the window, no room to maneuver.

"One night in my bed and I assure you, all thoughts of him would be gone from your mind, and you would crave only my body." He smiled at her in assurance.

"I would crave your body?" The phrase, and the claim, struck Welkin as so absurd that she forgot her situation and burst out laughing hysterically.

As she continued her spasmodic laughter, Lucius became angrier and angrier, until his anger exploded.

"Stop it...stop it...you insolent little..." He didn’t finish, but drew back a hand and slapped her across the face, hard. It stung like hell and the back of her head banged against the thick glass panels of the window pane.

Malfoy took advantage of her slightly stunned condition and grasped her wrists, pinioning them above her head. He forced a harsh kiss, his tongue snaking deep into her mouth, gagging her before she could manage to jerk her head to the side and break contact.

"Get off me, you motherfucker!" she yelled, struggling against him. "Get off me or I’m going to kill you!"
The more she struggled against him, the angrier Welkin became at being restrained. Enraged, she kicked and cursed and at last connected with her teeth, biting into his upper arm so that he yelped in surprise and let her go.

"You’ll pay for that," he promised ominously, holding his injured arm, where blood now spotted his expensive shirt.

Lucius stepped back, grasped the head of his cane and slowly pulled out his Wizard’s wand, which was sheathed inside. He pointed it directly at her.

Welkin wiped his blood from her lip and prepared to die.

Snape finished marking the last of the student essays, and put down his quill. As usual, Miss Granger had done the most thorough and meticulous job on hers. He had deducted a few points simply because it annoyed him that all of her other instructors constantly touted her so highly. No wonder she was so insufferable, spouting off incessantly in a continuous stream of information, when she would be better served to listen to someone else.

Her major sin, however, was in her selection of Harry Potter among the limited group of friends she had made in Gryffindor. Her unfortunate choice of friends aside, the girl did have a very fine mind, he had to admit to himself, even if she was an annoying know-it-all.

Snape closed her composition book and placed it precisely on top of the stack of others he had completed.

Right on schedule for lunch, he thought. How strange it seemed to have a regular lunch engagement again, after all these years. He rose and straightened his jacket, checking the cuffs of his sleeves to straighten them as well.

Allowing his lips to curl slightly in satisfaction, Snape left his office to go in search of Welkin. Hopefully, she had not created too much of a disturbance in the last several hours without him.

"Father?"

Welkin’s reprieve from imminent death came in the form of Draco Malfoy, the son now silhouetted at the entrance of the aisle as his father had been earlier.

"Father?" The teen sounded apprehensive, as if unsure whether to interfere in his father’s business.

Draco had been awaiting his father’s arrival to transport him home for the holiday break, and was returning some reading material to the library, when he had seen him follow the Muggle woman up the stairs.

Although he still respected his father, Draco had been exposed to his womanizing proclivities early of age and too often, his allegiance often torn between his father, and his long-suffering mother. As the years progressed, nothing had changed in the predictable pattern, except that his mother stopped crying at night in her bedchamber, seemingly resigned to her errant husband’s ways.

Yes, Draco respected his father, but he also respected Professor Snape and he loathed the idea of losing status in his eyes. This Muggle woman, useless though she might be, belonged to Snape, and if harm came to her at his father’s hands, Draco’s status as favored student might be in jeopardy.

So, after a time, Draco had mastered his trepidation about interrupting his father, and had followed him up the stairs to the upper level.

"Father," he repeated a third time. "I’m ready to go home."

Lucius hesitated at the sound of the boy behind him, his anger still seething on his face, but slowly started to lower his wand.

Welkin dashed past him, almost knocking Draco over as she made her escape. She took the stairs two at a time, anxious to put as much distance as she could between her and Malfoy as quickly as she could.

Snape was at the bottom of the stairs, looking around for her, and she nearly ran past him, if he hadn’t caught her as she stumbled on the bottom two steps.

"Let me go...I’ve got to get out of here!"

"What happened to you?" Snape insisted, taking in her disheveled appearance. There was a small cut on her bruised left cheek, and dried blood on her chin.

"It was Malfoy. We had a run-in," she said, breathing deeply to calm herself down.

She briefly told him what had transpired upstairs, and saw the anger building in the depths of his black eyes. "If it hadn’t have been for Draco..." She trailed off as, down the stairs came Lucius Malfoy, Draco following.

Snape pushed her behind himself and faced Lucius, his eyes glittering coldly.

"Whatever she told you, it was she who approached me," Lucius claimed haughtily.

Snape glared at him menacingly. "You’re a liar, Malfoy, and you presume too much on our friendship. There will be no repeat of this incident, or you will surely suffer the consequences."

Lucius looked startled, understanding the intent behind Snape’s threat, even if Welkin didn’t.

"I have no further interest in her," Lucius lied again. "Come, Draco." He started to walk away, hesitated, and with a malicious smile, turned back to hurl one final thought at Snape.

"After all, she’s no Lily Evans, is she?...and never will be."

He strode off dramatically with Draco, satisfied that the flinch Snape gave told him that there would soon be trouble in Severus Snape’s tenuous little paradise.

Back in the Potions Lab, Welkin watched as Snape expertly selected and mixed the ingredients for a healing balm for the cut on her cheek, even though she protested that it really just stung a little and she didn’t need anything.

"Did you see Malfoy’s face when you told him he was a liar?“ Welkin laughed. “That look was absolutely priceless!” Welkin laughed loudly at the deliciously satisfying memory of it, then flinched when her face hurt. “His ring must have cut me when he slapped me, the motherfucker," she growled.

Snape raised an eyebrow at her use of the vulgar term, but was secretly amused by her colorful descriptions of Lucius Malfoy.

"Crave his body, my ass!" She laughed again, even though doing so the first time nearly got her killed. "Pitiful little Muggle me kicked his motherfuckin’ ass," she crowed.

"I thought you said that he nearly killed you," Snape reminded her archly, as he dabbed the salve on her cut.

"Well, yeah, he did, but I kicked his ass before he almost killed me," she sniffed. "Hey, that stuff burns," she protested, as he dabbed a little more on her cheek.

He handed her a hand mirror and she watched, amazed, as the cut completely healed in the space of a minute.

"Damn! That stuff’s better than Vick’s VapoRub!

"Oh, I guess you don’t have that here," Welkin said, noting his puzzled expression. She explained that Vick’s was a cheap topical ointment, primarily used for colds and congestion. "When I was little, we were so poor that, no matter what was wrong with you, some Vick’s was usually part of the prescription to fix it."

"You were poor?" Snape asked, the shadow of some personal recollection crossing his face.

"Not destitute...there was always food and a roof over our heads, and money to go to school, but absolutely, positively nothing you could ever remotely call a ‘luxury’.

Welkin put down the mirror and regarded Snape seriously, continuing her monologue.

“That’s one of the reasons Malfoy disgusted me so much, when he bragged about what he could give me financially. He has absolutely no notion how little that means to me. I don’t think he’s even capable of conceiving of someone who doesn’t give a rat’s ass about his wealth. He’s kind of pathetic, really. I’d feel a little sorry for him, if he wasn’t such a goddamn motherfuckin’ son of a bitch," she concluded matter-of-factly.

Snape actually laughed. A short, gasping, quiet explosion of a laugh, but a laugh nonetheless.

A strange expression came over his face as he stared intently at her. "I do not think I have ever met anyone quite like you," he mused quietly.

"I know I’ve never met anyone like you at all. We don’t have Potions Masters where I come from. You’d better get a better pickup line than that, Professor. I’m not the kind of woman who can be had for a few honeyed words and a jar of Vick’s.” She waved a hand at him dismissively, then pretended to change her mind. “Well, okay, but only if it’s a really BIG jar."

Snape smiled his small, almost undetectable smile.

"Oh, what the hell then," Welkin relented. "Let’s just do it and you can owe me the jar of Vick’s."

"This morning you appeared to wish me to harness my libido," he reminded her, "and now you wish to go back upstairs?"

"Who said anything about going upstairs? This lab table looks pretty sturdy to me." She slapped her hand on its surface with a couple of resounding whacks for emphasis.

"Lock the door," she said, looking at him with a dreamy, lustful expression.

Snape pointed at the door and uttered the locking charm without breaking eye contact.

"Who’s Lily Evans, Severus?" Welkin asked as they were getting dressed again later.

He was silent, ignoring her question, as he buttoned himself back up.

"Why did Malfoy insult me by using her name?" Welkin persisted with the subject, even though she sensed it was a sore point with him.

"Lily is...was...no one of concern to you!" he snapped.

They finished dressing in silence.

"Who is Lily Evans?"

Welkin was standing in Albus Dumbledore’s office asking him, after all attempts at distracting herself from the question failed.

Lily...he should have seen this coming. Dumbledore sighed. "Have you asked Severus?"

"He won’t talk about her." Welkin looked at him expectantly.

"Lily was a classmate of Severus’s when he attended Hogwarts as a student. She died in a tragic circumstance."

"And Severus was in love with her," Welkin surmised.

"Yes," Dumbledore confirmed simply, even though he had promised Severus he would never reveal this.

"He’s still in love with her, isn’t he?"

"Would this be disturbing to you, if it were true?" Dumbledore asked. He looked as if he were analyzing her.

"The man I’m in love with is in love with a dead woman, and you ask if this disturbs me?" She looked at him as if he were a hopeless idiot, and she wanted to strike him for having the audacity to be one.

"You love Severus?" Dumbledore continued probing. "You are sure it’s not just a strong physical attachment?"

"I suppose it’s my fault you would think that’s all that it is, I put such an emphasis on sex sometimes. But I do love him," Welkin assured him. "More than anything. I guess there's no point in trying to deny it anymore."

"I presume you haven’t told him this, or you would not be here questioning me now. Do you not find it peculiar that you can tell me that you love him, but cannot tell him? Apparently, you have even had some difficulty in admitting it to yourself."

Welkin opened her mouth to say something, looked confused, looked annoyed, closed her mouth again, then turned and swiftly strode out of his office without speaking again.

“Excellent,” Albus observed to Fawkes the phoenix, when they were alone again. “I’m really quite good at this, don’t you think? Perhaps I should put out my shingle as a Wizarding matchmaker.”

Fawkes squawked her agreement.

Perhaps it was time to bring Severus in for another conference, to provide a little gentle prodding concerning Miss Cooper. Hopefully, the subject of Lily Evans hadn’t derailed things too severely.

Love, Dumbledore thought - the most powerful and most mystifying emotion of all - and perhaps the unifying force and best hope of survival for both the Muggle and Wizarding Worlds.
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