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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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The Spy Who Loved Her

Severus and Welkin compare notes about what happened at the party at Malfoy Manor. Hermione confronts Julien when she sees him with Carmilla.

Snape and Welkin's postmortem discussion of the Death Eater party, as Welkin liked to call it, included sharing some interesting revelations with her, although Welkin was at a disadvantage to add much new information, since Voldemort seemed to have Confunded her to block her from recalling key portions of their forced communion in the garden.

"The Dark Lord could not have spent the entire time discussing Lucius Malfoy's collection of peacocks with you, Welkin," Snape insisted.

"Don't you think I know that, Severus? I'm not that dense. I figured he'd pull something like that to keep me from learning anything useful about him. He must have planted that memory in my head to confuse me. I hope he didn't find whatever he was rummaging around for in my mind. He let us both leave, though... so I guess he didn't find anything really damaging... do you think?" Welkin asked a little apprehensively.

"I would say not," Snape reassured her. "You did well, my love," he added, and she beamed at him for praising her and relaxed a little, no longer concerned about having revealed something that might harm Severus.

She wasn’t that surprised when Severus told her that he had confirmed that Bellatrix was the one who had used the dragon to try to kill her. After the awful thing that she had done to Severus, nothing that psycho bitch did would surprise Welkin now.

“If it wasn’t for the possible blowback to you from Voldemort's reaction, I should have killed her for what she did to you!” Welkin asserted with impressive venom. “She forced you! That’s like rape! It's like what Lucius Malfoy tried to do to me!”

Snape cringed a little at the rape characterization, but assumed an indifferent attitude for Welkin’s sake. He did not want her to amplify the incident in her mind until she felt the urge to try to even the score further with Bella. He wanted her to stay as far away from Bella and Voldemort as possible.

“It was certainly... humiliating... but do not concern yourself any further with it. I am not permanently traumatized by it, and I do not wish you to dwell upon it,” he insisted. “You intervened before I was forced to dishonour myself and our vows, and that is all that matters to me.”

"I'm glad I found you in time... before that heartless hag could do something really awful to you!" Welkin said earnestly, putting her arms around his neck possessively. "It's just lucky that Carmilla Malfoy wanted to piss me off by lying about what you were doing with Bellatrix. Otherwise, I wouldn't have known where to go looking for you. I can't believe Julien would have anything to do with that conceited liar, whether he's having sex with her or not. She's a snooty, conniving, narcissistic bitch. It must run in the Malfoy family," Welkin remarked. “I thought Julien had better taste in women than that.”

Snape welcomed the change in topic as a way to divert Welkin from her still simmering anger at Bellatrix.

“Julien is not what he appears to be—in many ways,” Snape told her.

“What do you mean? What ways?”

“Julien Bell has been recruited as a spy for the Order of the Phoenix... or rather, I should say that he offered his services and was accepted,” Snape corrected.

He briefly told her everything he had learned from Julien at the party, adding in some rather pithy personal conclusions about Dumbledore and his lack of being forthcoming to him about the matter.

“But... why would Julien offer to spy against the Dark Lord? Has Voldemort injured someone in his family? It’s such a dangerous thing to volunteer to do without a good reason,” Welkin said.

“Mr. Bell did not deign to enumerate his reasons for undertaking the attempt, and the untimely arrival of Carmilla Malfoy prevented me from pressing him for more information at the time. He is young, ambitious and Slytherin. Perhaps he simply thinks that making himself of service in defeating the Dark Lord will stand himself in good stead with Dumbledore and the Ministry in the future,” Snape conjectured.

“So... Julien isn’t the two-timing snake I thought he was,” Welkin said. She cocked her head at Snape. “Hermione needs to know that. I’ll tell her tomorrow. If she catches him with Carmilla like we did, she’ll be crushed.”

“You will do no such idiotic thing. It would not be wise, and it is none of your concern. Mr. Bell should be left to sort out his own affairs where Miss Granger is concerned,” Snape insisted firmly.

He steeled himself against the distraction of how enticingly near his mouth that her lips were and the receptive expression on her face. It would not do to succumb to his desire for her until he had made clear his point.

Snape's news about Julien had definitely distracted Welkin, perhaps a bit too much, and Severus now began to be concerned that she would not be able to keep it to herself for long, despite his orders. She always had had a distressing tendency to blurt things out, and he had found it to be a personal quirk which he had labeled, by turns, both endearing and frustrating.

"But, why can’t we tell her? I don't think that's fair to Hermione to keep her in the dark about Julien working for the Order," Welkin argued. "It's not like she doesn't know all about the Order anyway."

"Fairness has nothing to do with it. It would not be wise, Welkin, and it could be dangerous," Snape explained again. "You know that. You are choosing to ignore it at the moment, but if you will think on it, you will see the logic behind the requirement of secrecy."

Welkin narrowed her eyes and snorted at him. "You weren't all that concerned about the logic of keeping it totally under wraps a few minutes ago. In fact, you seemed pretty pissed off that Albus hadn't told you about it, if I remember it correctly. What was it you said... something about him not trusting you to get the job done and bringing in a rank amateur to spy on Voldemort... wasn't that it?"

"I said that Julien Bell could not possibly gain the access to Voldemort that I already have, and I thought it ridiculously wasteful to exert so much energy in an attempt that is obviously destined to fail," Snape said curtly. "Do you think otherwise?" Snape asked her in an reproachful tone. "I suppose you think that his handsome face will give him access in some quarters that I cannot achieve."

"Of course not, Severus. He's nowhere near the caliber of spy that you are," she said soothingly. She patted Snape on the back and gave him a reassuring smile. "And nowhere near as handsome as you are!" she added with convincing enthusiasm. "It probably doesn't matter anyway, because I'll bet you that Julien tells Hermione about it himself," Welkin told Snape, beginning to rub his back in the way she knew both soothed him and often incited him physically.

"He will be a bigger fool than I originally took him for if he does," Severus grumped.

"Speaking of fools... do you want this idiotic fool to stop rubbing your back like this? Am I getting on your nerves yet?" Welkin asked slyly, seeking to shift his attention away from the subject of Julien. He was probably right. She should stay out of it—and most probably she would.

"You may continue," Severus conceded to her pompously. "It is not unpleasant to me."

"Well, whoop-de-doo! Thanks for that rave review," Welkin teased. "It's nice to know that you don't find it completely unpleasant when I touch you. Now, if I could only extend that tolerance of yours to the times you disagree with me about something—"

Snape grasped her by the wrist and tugged her into his arms. "Have I been derelict in my attentions to you, that you have forgotten how your touch affects me? Would you like to tell me how it feels to you when I touch you?" he asked in his impossibly suggestive voice. He stroked her back rhythmically in the same way she had been stroking his before.

"It feels pretty damn great, Mephistopheles. You know that too, don’t you? Arrogant, insulting bastard...” Welkin smiled as she layered the insults on him with a well-practiced tongue.

Snape smiled as if she had just given him the Order of Merlin.

Welkin had often told him from the very beginning that she loved him just as he was, but it had taken Snape some time to realize that she truly meant it, because he often found it so difficult to love or forgive himself.

It had taken him still longer to understand and trust that Welkin actually loved his flaws as well as the good qualities she perceived in him. It was more than her mere tolerance of his deficiencies. There was something about the bad things about him that she instinctively responded to and empathized with, just as he did with her own sometimes frustrating imperfections, although, from his perspective, she had many fewer flaws than he did, and they were much less destructive than his were. No one had ever died because of her, after all.

As he had hoped when he began stroking her, Welkin immediately plastered herself against him, and now she reached around him to grasp the skirt of the costume he was still wearing, hiking it up by degrees until he felt her hand slide under the waistband of the more conventional undergarment he had insisted on wearing beneath the tunic.

He set his hands to the task of nimbly loosening the fastenings of her quiver, and it soon tumbled to the floor, silver arrows spilling across the stone floor along with her wand.

“You are perfect... my love,” Snape crooned low-key and seductively into her ear as he lifted her off the floor and carried her to the plush black rug at the foot of their bed.

“Yeah... we're both pretty perfect... a perfect idiot... and a perfect asshole... what an ideal pair,” she quipped, but the way that she said it was sweet to his ear.

“An imperfectly perfect pair,” he insisted as he laid her down gently and parted her thighs with his knee.

"Are we doing it the conventional way this time?" Welkin asked as she caressed the firm muscles of his thighs beneath his party costume and he positioned himself on top of her.

"You have another suggestion?" he asked before he lowered the upper half of her one-shouldered tunic and ran his tongue from the top of one exposed breast down to her nipple. He circled it wetly and trailed to the bottom, where he thrust the tip of his tongue beneath it and flicked it from side to side like a snake, slathering the soft flesh with his saliva.

She cupped her other breast with her own hand and squeezed, capturing her nipple between her forefinger and its neighbor. The pink nipple beckoned to him from between her fingers, puffy and inviting. She closed her eyes as she felt his hand between her thighs. When she opened them again, he was looking at her with a hungry expression on his face. She was his food... his sustenance... his very life-force.

"How about a nice game of... horsey?" she asked unexpectedly.

Snape barked a laugh at her, immediately understanding her reference to Sullivan. It hadn't been humorous to him when it happened a week ago, but it was quite comical when he thought about it now. He tried to picture his own father ever finding such a thing amusing and failed.

Sullivan, who was often persistent in his attempts to roam at night, had discovered that he had the ability to magically turn the doorknob on the door separating their bedchambers without having to actually touch it. Flushed with victory at escaping the boredom of his own room, he had suddenly come pattering into their room at a very inopportune moment as he and Welkin were on the floor completely engrossed in one another.

With innocent enthusiasm, he misinterpreted what he saw, and with a happy shout of 'horsey!', Sully had scrambled onto Snape's back to join into their game.

Severus was demonstrably mortified, and Welkin had been forced to struggle to remove the clinging, still squealing Sully from his naked back and return him to his own room, where she patiently explained to him that it was not play time, but Daddy would surely let him ride on his back tomorrow if he would just go to sleep tonight like a good boy.

It had taken Welkin much longer to calm Severus down than it did to pacify Sully with promises. For once, when she returned to their room, Severus was no longer in the mood for sex. He was even less in the mood when Welkin insisted he had to keep the promise that she had made to Sully on his behalf. The next day, like a dutiful father, he had allowed Sully to ride him, although, more to Welkin's disappointment than Sully's, he declined to get down on the floor on all fours. He hefted him onto his shoulders instead.

"You're not still upset about that little incident, are you?" Welkin asked him now.

"I suppose not... he is his mother's son, and betwixt the two of you, I should be used to enduring these disturbing and undignified ordeals by now," Severus sighed in resignation.

“Don't blame it all on me. He’s his father’s son too,” Welkin reminded him. “He’s a lot like you, you know. He’s a very smart and stubborn little boy… but the warning alarm on the door should be enough of an alert now so that he won’t be seeing anything he shouldn’t see again. No harm, no foul,” Welkin concluded cheerfully.

"Except... that you have made me an indentured beast of burden to Sullivan, to be ridden like a Thestral at his leisure," Snape accused. "For that... I deserve just remuneration from his mother."

"I guess it's only fair, Severus," Welkin agreed. "A ride for a ride, so to speak, but I think I'm getting the best part of the bargain. I actually like to be ridden by you."

Welkin grasped a handful of his hair and tugged on it sharply. "I'll remunerate your wizard ass plenty... c’mere...” She crushed her lips against his and he warmly responded in kind.

“What did you ever do to entertain yourself before you met me?” Welkin wondered when he let her breathe again. She should have known that she'd never be able to out-kiss him.

“Rumour has long circulated among the perpetually ill-informed in Gryffindor tower that I spied on Albus Dumbledore for the Dark Lord,” he responded with a smirk.

"Hogwarts and Hogsmeade are just full of spies," Welkin agreed wisely, and she segued smoothly into an appropriate song.

Like heaven above me... the spy who loved me...

Is keepin’ all my secrets... safe tonight

And... noooobooodddy doooees it—

Snape cut her off with another kiss, which was his favored method of distracting her when she unexpectedly burst into song like this.

Welkin threw her arms around him and embraced him tightly as her supple body relaxed against his warmth.

“You may entertain me with your harmonies later. Now is not the time for a musical performance, Welkin. I have far better uses in mind for your lips and that sinuous body of yours at present,” Snape explained. "Will you surrender to me willingly, my love, or must I obtain your cooperation through the application of subterfuge and... excruciating torture? Rumour also has it that I am quite well-versed in both techniques. I practice Dark Rites in the dungeons at night, it is said."

"Make me surrender," Welkin challenged him, gripping him about the shoulders so tightly and digging in her nails so hard that Severus expected he would bear her marks on his back the next day. "Make me tell you all of my deepest, darkest secrets."

"We have no secrets from one another," Snape reminded her.

She grasped him by the hands and placed them carefully to cradle her face. "Then make me do... other things," she invited.

Hermione stood in the shadows by the doorway and watched as Julien passionately kissed Carmilla goodbye and helped her into her carriage, deflecting her invitation to join her inside for a more intimate farewell before she departed.

As the carriage rolled away, and he turned to walk back to the Hog's Head, he saw Hermione standing there staring at him with a look of shocked disbelief.

He walked towards her, playing over in his mind what he would say to her.

"Hermione, whatever you think you saw... she was only my escort to a party I needed to attend this evening," he began his explanation. He tried to take her by the arm, but Hermione shook his hand off and backed away. She stood there fiddling nervously with the scarf at her neck.

"A party I wasn't told about and wasn't invited to. But, I guess three's a crowd. Why would you tell me when you'd obviously rather be with her," Hermione said, her eyes looking suspiciously moist.

"It's something I had to do... not something I wanted to do," Julien said. He reached for her again.

"Don't! I don't want you to touch me... ever again. I should have known better than to trust a... Slytherin." She said the word like twisting a dagger into him. A brace of tears slid down her cheeks and her normal look of assurance was replaced with uncertainty.

"That's not a dirty word, Gryff. There are some honorable Slytherins, you know."

"Maybe... too bad that you aren't one of them," she said.

"So... you aren't even going to give me a chance to try to explain? I thought I meant more than that to you. I guess I was wrong." His voice had taken on a bitter edge.

"Don't try to manipulate me into thinking you care about me. If you cared, you would have been with me tonight... not her," Hermione accused him. She wiped the traitorous tears from her face with the back of her hand, hating that he had made her cry—hating herself for letting herself be tricked into loving him.

"So... it's chuck me out and back to mooning over that pathetic Weasley boy, is it? Just like that... it's all so easy for you, isn't it? Cutting off the feelings when it's not so convenient and doesn't fit into your neat little romantic fantasies about me anymore."

"At least Ron never lied to me! He might have had a girlfriend, but at least he did it to my face. He didn't sneak around behind my back! And he never told me that he loved me and then ran off to snog her," she defended him.

Julien stared at her silently, this child/woman that he loved, warring with himself on what to say next. He had been prepared to give her the truth. But would she believe him even if he did? What danger might it put her in if he did? Maybe Snape was right. Maybe it’s better this way.

"Go, then. Run back to Hogwarts where you belong, little girl," he said as coldly as he could muster.

He watched passively as her lovely face screwed up in pain and her lip began to tremble... watched as the sobs were wrenched from her throat... watched while his heart ached as she bolted from his life and disappeared down the dark path to Hogsmeade.

Song attribution: Nobody Does It Better, 1977, written by Marvin Hamlisch and Carole Bayer Sager, performed by Carly Simon, Elektra records, theme for the James Bond film The Spy Who Loved Me.
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