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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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Deadly Suspicions

Severus fusses over Welkin's injury, and discusses who might have attempted to kill her. Bella considers a new plan to eliminate her rivals.

"Nurse Pomfrey has secured these bandages too tightly," Severus complained, although Welkin herself wasn't in that much discomfort from them now that she had two potent doses of pain potion in her system. Her head felt pleasantly floaty.

Snape used a Banishing Charm to remove the bandages and inspected her leg again as she reclined regally on the plethora of pillows he had solicitously arranged for her on their bed. He was being a little too solicitous if you asked Welkin. She liked it, but she actually liked it better when he was behaving normally and being a little bit of a pain in the ass.

"It's okay, really. She did a good job. You don't have to do it again. I think almost anything rubbing against my skin right now would still be a little painful—even you," Welkin told him.

"I shall be the judge of what is sufficient to salve your wounds, Welkin. I am not without healing skills of my own," Snape reminded her tersely, obviously determined to justify his removing her from the hospital ward despite Pomfrey's shrill protests.

"I know that, Severus. You're the best there is at patching me up. I just meant she's pretty good at it too."

Welkin stopped leaning forward to watch him and lay back against the soft pillows in resignation. If he was that determined to fuss over her, then let him fuss until his snarky little heart was content. If she could endure childbirth and dragon burns, she could surely endure a few hours of Severus playing nursemaid.

Severus spent a good twenty minutes cleaning her wound, applying more salve, and bandaging it again, a little looser than the nurse had, which Welkin had to admit, did feel better now. Unlike the nurse, he did it all by hand, which she found surprisingly comforting. That's what was missing in magical medicine—the human touch.

"Would you like something warm and soothing to drink? Or brandy, perhaps?" Snape asked.

"If you'll join me in one, my handsome dragon slayer."

Snape smiled at her use of 'handsome' and changing her accustomed 'prince' to her new admiring term 'dragon slayer'. Welkin smiled back because she'd made him smile, and as silly as it might sound, that made her leg feel better too.

He strutted over to the cabinet that held their small stock of alcohol. Retrieving two glasses, he filled each about halfway full, returned to hand her one, and seated himself close to her on the edge of the bed. So many conversations always seemed to start with one or both of them perched on the edge of this bed, Welkin thought idly.

Snape took a drink, then watched her closely as she sipped, a slight frown creasing his brow.

"I'm not sure I'm ready to ask what's causing that worry frown of yours this time," Welkin said.

"Is it not obvious? You should have one as well. Someone has attempted to kill you, Welkin. We must ascertain who, and to what purpose."

"I still say maybe Voldemort has decided that he wants me out of the picture, even though he thinks I'm just a useless, disgusting Muggle. Maybe he just doesn't like the idea that your loyalties might be split between him and me."

"I find that unlikely." Snape dismissed her speculation about Voldemort again. "He would test me first, by commanding that I dismiss you, and as I said, Voldemort prefers to face his victims when he disposes of them."

"But there isn't anybody else who would want me dead—except maybe Lucius Malfoy. He has reason enough to hate me, but he's in Azkaban, with no access to his money now, so I doubt he could even manage to pay someone to try to kill me," Welkin reasoned. "Unless he somehow got... You don't think Narcissa tried to kill me, do you?!" Welkin asked excitedly.

The crease in Snape's brow deepened. Welkin could almost see his mind working as he turned the possibilities over in his thoughts.

"Not Lucius, of a certainty. Azkaban has surely blunted his more malicious instincts, and I doubt that he would still have the will left to attempt such a thing, even by proxy."

"But Narcissa—What about Narcissa?" Welkin repeated.

"Not Narcissa either," Snape mused. "It is simply not in her nature. She has always depended upon Lucius for the less delicate actions which needed to be undertaken to ensure their status in the social hierarchy. Malicious trickery and violence are his stock in trade in that union, not Narcissa’s."

"Just because you fucked her once doesn't mean she couldn't be a suspect," Welkin said grumpily. "That makes her even more of a suspect to my way of thinking. She may still have the hots for you."

Snape couldn't help grinning, even though this was a deadly serious conversation. Ever since Severus had told her that Narcissa Malfoy had been his first and only sexual partner other than prostitutes, Welkin had been a little jealous of the tall, thin, snooty blonde. Severus liked it when Welkin was jealous of him, because it evened things out a bit, since he was often so terribly jealous of her, but her jealousy of Narcissa was interfering with her logic. It was also quite flattering to be the object of her jealousy.

"I sincerely doubt that Narcissa has ever been inclined to 'have the hots' for anyone in her entire life," Snape chuckled. "She is more inclined towards the other end of the temperature spectrum where such things are concerned."

"Maybe Narcissa heated up over the years, and now she wants to bump me off so she can have you herself, since Lucius is out of the picture and she's not even getting bad sex anymore." Welkin ignored him in favor of continuing her disgruntled speculations, fabricating the lurid scenario in her head.

"I wouldn't put it past her. She's probably just itching to get those long claws of hers on you again. I bet she's wanted to jump your bones for years after having to put up with Lucius and his fumbling around. That man probably couldn't find a woman's clit if it was shot full of uranium and he had a geiger counter."

Welkin seriously regarded Snape, who had suddenly gone suspiciously quiet, and was avoiding her eyes. He took a sip of his brandy and coughed as a bit of it went down the wrong way.

"Oh, my God! I'm right! She actually tried it, didn't she? I can tell by the way you're acting. When? Was it since we've been married? I'll kick that uppity Pureblood ass of hers if it was!" Welkin sat up suddenly in the bed, sloshing her forgotten drink on her nightshirt. She no longer looked relaxed.

"Wells, please! You will injure your leg! It was well before you and I met, and nothing happened except an embarrassing attempt on her part at a most unimaginative seduction. I told you before that I have no wish for a repeat performance with Narcissa," he said. "I have no desire to be pleasured by anyone but you, my love," he insisted.

He set his drink aside, took what was left of hers from her hand and set it aside as well, before he lay down beside her, gently pulling her into place against him and carefully positioning her injured leg atop his hip to protect it. "Accio, coverlet," he said, gesturing at it, and the bedcovering slid upward over them both.

“I know that too. I guess I just got a little carried away,” Welkin apologized.

Severus snuggled against her, grateful that Welkin appeared to have calmed herself and their sleep would not be delayed by an extended debate about Narcissa.

“I merely know the personalities of the former Black sisters, is all that I was alluding to,” he explained, as he raised a hand to douse the lights. “Of the three, Bella is the only one who…”

Snape dropped his hand abruptly as a new suspicion asserted itself in his mind. “Of course—Bella!” he exclaimed.

Who else had already expressed such disdain and hatred for his ‘Muggle’ wife? Besides which, Lucius’ story of Bella’s reaction when Voldemort had complimented Welkin’s physical attributes in front of her had been quite disquieting to Severus at the time. Her devotion to Voldemort was maniacally unwavering, and she clearly detested anyone who she considered to be an impediment to her maintaining and bettering her position of favor in his eyes.

“Bella would be quite capable of an attempt on your life. Why did I not see that immediately?” Snape chided himself.

“I know you said she didn’t like me, but, I haven’t actually done anything to her," Welkin protested. "You said she was a great supporter of Voldemort, but as far as she knows, I’m no threat to him. Why would she want me dead?” Welkin blinked at him, obviously not comprehending the implications of Bella’s interest in the Dark Lord.

“Because she is obviously and pathetically enamored of him, and she views any other person who he favors with his notice in any way as a rival for his attentions,” Snape explained. He touched her face, where the worry frown he had said she needed to have was now in place.

“You are such an innocent about some things, my love,” he told her. “I sometimes forget that, because of the bold way you express yourself. I should have been plainer to you about Bella’s motivations. Her marriage to her husband was not undertaken as ours was—as a love match.”

It was a hard thing for Welkin to understand, since she couldn't understand why anyone would ever want to marry unless it was for the only truly compelling reason, which was love. Love had been the only reason she had finally agreed to marry Severus. She couldn't stand the thought of either hurting him, or being without him. All things considered, she wasn't sorry that Severus and Albus had tricked her into it. She'd been mostly very happy in the last two years, and she knew that Severus had been more happy than he would have been without her.

“We still don’t know for sure it was Bella,” Welkin said doubtfully. Her ability to focus on what Severus was saying was getting a little less easy as he continued to stroke her face.

“No, we do not, but I shall certainly attempt to determine that at the next opportunity,” Snape agreed, a note of firm determination in his voice. “If it was her, she will be as relentless as the dragon was in pursuing you, and we dare not ignore her. She will not stop until she has accomplished her goal of eliminating you as a perceived threat in one way or another.”

“I’m not worried. Not really,” Welkin added, twisting her head to kiss at the hand stroking her. "You take care of the dragons, and I'll take care of the jealous bitches," she quipped.

"Wells, you must take this threat seriously. You might not be so lucky next time," he cautioned.

"It wasn't luck," Welkin said, and kissed him. "It was you who saved me. You're all the luck I'll ever need." She kissed him again more firmly and twined her arms around him, letting her hands roam. "That was the bravest thing I've ever seen. Just thinking about it makes me sooooo hot. I think you deserve a reward."

"Perhaps after your leg is fully healed," Snape told her with maddening control, attempting to keep her busy, questing hands still by grasping her by the wrists. "You should get some rest now, Wells."

"Fuck my leg! It feels great! It's hardly sore at all. We can rest after I reward you," Welkin insisted. "Are you gonna waste a perfectly good opportunity when I'm already in position?" she asked, wresting one hand free and pulling his hand down to lie on top of the thigh of her injured leg, which was resting comfortably, supported by his hip.

She did have a point, Snape thought. She was quite open to him in this position, and he could be careful not to jar or graze against her injured leg too severely. He might be Slytherin, but this was not a situation in which Snape was inclined to delay and make elaborate plans before acting. In this one situation he was perfectly willing to behave like a Gryffindor and throw caution to the winds.

Snape spoke the Banishing Charm for another purpose and they were instantly naked in each other's arms.

"Ooooohhh—brave sir knight—prithee tell me—is that your mighty sword I feel—or are ya just happy ta rescue me?"

Welkin alternated her accent between sounding like a proper princess at the beginning, and a much more Mae West sort of damsel at the end. She grinned broadly at Snape as she captured his stiff, fleshy sword with her hand, and both his heart and his cock leapt with pleasure at the same time.

"My sword is always at the ready for you, milady, but requires a firm hand to wield it, and a soft, tight scabbard to sheath it in. Can you provide what is required to your dragon slayer?"

"Verily, thy magnificent magical blade hath need of what this damsel is more than willing to provideth. I pray thee, tarry not, but sheath mighty Excalibur anon, brave knight! I am in peril of dying an untouched maiden and am grievously in need of thine rescue!" Welkin exhorted him to action quite dramatically.

And so it was that Sir Snape came to bravely brandish his sword in her cave twice that even, to rout and slay the dragon for her, much to Lady Welkin's highly vocal delight.

The bitch was definitely not a Muggle. A Muggle didn't wave a wand and fling spells at a pursuing dragon, or conjure a Patronus to summon help, as Bella had seen Welkin Snape do today.

A fiercer frown creased the brow of Bellatrix Lestrange that evening as she paced in her chambers at Malfoy Manor.

"Not a Muggle... not a Muggle," Bella mumbled. Could that be the reason that Lord Voldemort seemed so interested in her now?

"No—He couldn't possibly know." If he did know, Snape would have been writhing on the floor under the Cruciatus Curse by now—or worse—because Snape had obviously withheld that interesting bit of information about his wife from the Dark Lord.

She was tempted to run straight to Voldemort with the information, which would have disposed of at least one of Bella's rivals. If only she could, without running the risk that the knowledge might also increase the Dark Lord's mysterious interest in Welkin Snape in an unwanted way—a way that might disadvantage Bella in his eyes.

Bella fingered her wand and gazed at herself admiringly in the ornate mirror standing next to the ebony-wood cabinet. She was a handsome, dark-haired beauty, and she was well aware of that fact. She had used her looks in her favor to lure both her enemies, and hapless Muggles to her before the kill many times in the past. She had even used them to lure the great Lord Voldemort himself, before the unforeseen disruption of his plans, and her incarceration in Azkaban.

It had been a useful tool once. Perhaps she could use her physical charms again to get what she wanted, she mused. She wound a tendril of dark hair around her wand, still gazing at herself in the mirror as she considered it, and a new plan began to germinate inside her fertilely malicious mind.
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