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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: 14601 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Transfiguration Tango: Love Will Make a Wizard Out of You

Severus thinks the Hogwarts house-elves are out to get him. Minerva gives Welkin a brief play-by-play of Christmas dinner with Albus and Aberforth. Severus blows off his teaching duties and house-elf suspicions to pull Welkin behind a tapestry for some much appreciated vigorous 'conversation'.

Snape sat frowning down at his gleaming golden salad bowl, muttering colorful imprecations against the gross inefficiency and suspected treachery of the Hogwarts house-elves. When muttering didn’t get the expected attention, he began to speak more distinctly and raised the volume of his curses above his usual whisper.

"My word, Severus, watch your language at table, please! We are in a room full of impressionable students," Minerva McGonagall reminded him unnecessarily.

"All of whom are much too busy gorging themselves or jabbering nonsense to one another to notice anything I might care to say concerning the lamentable lack of care which has been given of late to the proper preparation and delivery of my meals," Snape complained.

"What's wrong, Severus?" Welkin looked up from stabbing aggressively at her meatloaf and lima beans to see what he was fussing about this time.

Severus could be a little finicky about his food if it wasn't prepared exactly to his liking, and the house-elves just couldn't seem to get it right these days. Perhaps she shouldn’t keep refusing to use them to keep their quarters tidy. Maybe they were still miffed at that and were taking it out on Severus instead of her. Despite their servile nature, they could be more than a little passive-aggressive on occasion, Welkin had discovered.

"For the third time in a fortnight, my salad is improperly prepared, although I have instructed the house-elves personally that this repugnant garnish is never to be used," Snape announced to her even more loudly and indignantly, as if raising the volume of his complaint would somehow help her to understand it better. As though Welkin needed more of a demonstration of the gross injustice which had been done to him, he was now looking at his bowl with an expression of repugnance as if it was filled to the brim with glistening white maggots.

"They are obviously doing this on purpose as a vendetta against me," Snape charged. "Were Albus not absent, I would lodge a complaint immediately. I shall not stand for their insolent affronts to my dignity or their devious attempts to poison me any longer!"

"Oh, come on, Severus... You know that the Hogwarts house-elves are not out to get you. You're just being paranoid again," Welkin said calmly.

Welkin leaned over to take a look and immediately spotted the problem. A profusion of very delectable looking black olives were lounging among and tucked under the verdant green leaves.

Minerva watched in disbelief as Welkin calmly transfigured the olives in Snape's salad and replaced them with walnuts with a wave of her hand.

"There, sweetie, is that better?" she asked him helpfully.

"Very much so," he confirmed. With a look of smug satisfaction on his face, Severus at last stopped complaining and started to eat.

Noticing Minerva eyeing her with disapproval, Welkin stared back at her boldly, because she was pretty sure she knew what the older woman was thinking, and it annoyed her.

"What? The house-elves made a mistake, and I corrected it. Severus doesn't like olives in his salad. I was just fixing it the way he likes it. What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing at all, I suppose... although, I would have thought that, as he is a grown man, Severus is perfectly capable of preparing his salad for himself, and I do seem to recall a time not so long ago when you might have been a bit reluctant to cater to him in that manner, " Minerva told her.

"I'm not catering to him... I'm just... being attentive to his needs," Welkin retorted a little defensively. "Severus does plenty of things for me too. Marriage isn't a one-way street, you know. Sometimes you have to make little detours to get where you're going. Anyway, I'm his wife and I'll do little things like that for him if I want to, no matter what anybody else thinks. It doesn't mean that I have to do it, that I feel obligated to do it, or that I've turned into some kind of disgustingly sweet little Susie Homemaker clone. I just happen to like taking care of my husband, that's all."

"If you say so," Minerva replied in her annoyingly superior way as she rolled her eyes and turned back to her lunch.

As much as Welkin admired Minerva for her sense of ethics and her magical skills, sometimes that woman could really get under her skin. Both she and Severus seemed determined to give her terminal indigestion today with their petty complaints and obnoxious observations. First it was their prolonged and excruciatingly boring debate over the merits of the Slytherin and Gryffindor Quiddich teams, and now this. They were definitely getting on her last nerve and spoiling what had initially been a good mood when she first sat down for lunch.

Severus swallowed the bite of salad he had been carefully chewing and turned to defend Welkin just in time to see Minerva's expression.

"Pay no heed to Professor McGonagall, Welkin. Minerva is perhaps too hindered by the characteristic Gryffindor self-absorbed attitude to judge the wisdom of what you say. She cannot comprehend that a wife's most important function is to attend to her husband's needs with alacrity," he said arrogantly.

Minerva smiled knowingly as Welkin nearly choked on her iced tea and jerked her head sharply back towards Snape.

"Wait just a cotton pickin' minute! That's not what I meant at all! You just don't know when to quit when you're ahead, do you?" Welkin replied in a snit as that last nerve snapped.

Snape stared back at her with a nonplussed expression. "I do not understand... I was merely agreeing with you that I am your most important responsibility in our marriage, just as you are mine," he said, unintentionally compounding his clueless declaration.

Minerva was shaking silently with laughter as she pretended to be engrossed in the food on her own plate.

"Welkin, please explain why you are becoming agitated when I am being completely supportive of your natural desire to serve your husband?" Severus requested.

“Oh, for Merlin's sake! Shut up and just eat, or I'm going to let my natural desire to just strangle you take over! We’ll talk about it later. If you’d just learn to eat what’s on your plate without whining about it like a two-year-old, mealtime would be a lot more pleasant around the Great Hall,” Welkin snapped.

The astonished look on Snape’s face made her regret what she’d said to him instantly. She could tell that he was both angry and hurt by her tart dismissal, because the vein in his temple was twitching, as it always did when something agitated him. She watched a little guiltily as he turned away silently and sat poking at his salad as aggressively as she had been punishing her own food earlier.

There was no disputing that her husband was among the bravest of men. There was also no disputing that he sometimes behaved as if he were still a sullen and frightened little boy, resentful of her attentions to others and fearful of losing the love she usually lavished almost exclusively on him, except for Sully. Welkin loved both aspects of him equally, but it sometimes made for a very perplexing emotional balancing act for her.

Oh, fuck! Damn Minerva and her witch’s lib attitude about everything. Why did I let her push my buttons like that? Now I’ll have to try to make it up to Severus later, if he'll even let me, Welkin thought.

She really didn't disagree with what Severus had said in principle. She agreed they should each look out for the other's best interests and cater to each other. He just hadn't stated it properly, and it made her sound too much like his personal servant the way he voiced it. She had half a mind to put the damned dreaded olives back in his salad for that, but that would just make things worse. As much as she loved him, she was only blind to his flaws because she chose to be, and he could be such a drama queen about things like that sometimes.

Welkin turned back to her conversation with Minerva to give Severus an opportunity to get the sulking out of his system.

“Speaking of two-year-olds, you never told me how Christmas dinner with Albus and Aberforth went,” Welkin said.

“I suppose it went better than I had expected, but not as well as I had hoped. At least no punches were thrown and no noses were broken between the presentation of the appetizers and the desserts,” Minerva told her dryly.

“Well... that’s great then, isn’t it? They probably had a lot to catch up on,” Welkin said, encouraging further disclosure about the momentous reconciliation.

"If by 'catching up' you mean subtly insulting each other for an hour after dinner, drinking brandy and firewhisky until they were both in their cups and then calling each other names and engaging in childish magical competitions for the next hour while nearly setting the staff room on fire, I suppose they did," Minerva said primly.

"You had Christmas dinner in the staff room?" Welkin grimaced. That place was not only decidedly drab, it was positively grim except for the fireplace, which was the only cozy touch in the mismatched and spartanly institutional decor.

To recapture her strayed attention, Snape began to fake a quiet little rasping cough, as if he were choking on his salad. Welkin turned his way briefly to pound him sharply on the back a few times until he stopped and then turned her attention back to Minerva.

“It was tastefully redecorated in the Gryffindor colors, of course. Pomona was kind enough to provide some lovely seasonal plants from the greenhouses, and we used the holiday linens my mother left me,” Minerva said. “Considering their past history, Albus thought it seemed a wise precaution to stage an attempted reconciliation with Aberforth away from public scrutiny.”

"You said the meal went okay, at least."

"It was relatively pleasant," Minerva agreed, brightening a little.

“Why are men so childish?” Welkin asked, glancing at Severus, who was now scraping his fork noisily against his plate to ‘unobtrusively’ attract her attention back to himself again. “No matter how old they get... or how wonderful they are otherwise,” she added, smiling at him fondly when he stole a look at her to see if his new ruse was working.

“If you discover the answer to that ageless riddle, my dear, you will surpass the ancient Sphinx herself in wisdom," Minerva advised.

"You said we would talk later," Snape reminded her, grasping her by the wrist eagerly and tugging her with him behind the hanging tapestry into the alcove where she had once hid from him.

“Muffliato,” he pronounced to cloak the sound of them from unwanted intruders who might wander down the corridor. Welkin wasn't surprised that he'd said it so quickly, since he'd had plenty of practice hiding their semi-public love maneuvers from others over the past two years. He was getting quite expert at it. The spying has probably helped him get so good at it. He really has it down to a wizarding science now, Welkin thought with admiration. It's like an episode of Science with Mr. Wizard... except it's Secret Sex with Mr. Wizard. She grinned about that to herself. Here comes another entry for my journal. He'd have a fit if he knew I wrote about this stuff. It'd be detention for sure!

He backed her against the wall and pressed himself against her so that the cold stones chilled her through the back of her clothing.

"So I did say that we could talk later," she said agreeably. "But tell me... what will get me forgiven quicker... an apology or an explanation?" Welkin asked him. “And aren’t you supposed to be teaching a class this afternoon?”

Snape let his nose joust with hers, enjoying the sweet scent of her in his nostrils. The sharp tongue she had used to censure him at luncheon was forgotten, except in eager anticipation of the delights it could impart to him in silence.

“Not for another hour. If I am detained, the little simpletons can wait for me. It is not as if losing a few minutes of instruction is going to make any difference in their ability to concentrate on or comprehend the lesson. Most of them have the attention span of a Puffskein.”

Welkin giggled at the comparison. The first time she’d seen a Puffskein she had thought that it resembled an overgrown tribble, like the ones from the old television show she used to watch as a child. She had thought that she might want one for Sully as a pet, until she realized how lethargic and impossible to train they were. Sully needed something more lively and intelligent than that to keep up with him.

"I'm sorry I lost my temper and was impatient with you at lunch," she told him, her hand straying down his back to cup one of his buttocks possessively, “but you were acting like a grumpy little boy instead of a grown wizard.”

“It is of no great... consequence,” he assured her with a catch in his voice on the last word as she gave his flesh a firm squeeze and flicked her tongue down the side of his throat to the sensitive spot at the base. She nipped him there lightly with her teeth, and he bucked his hips sharply against her.

“You’re already getting hard... like the dirty boy you are... I can feel it poking against my belly,” she accused. “Mama’s dirty little boy wants her to touch him, doesn’t he?” She slid her other hand around to his front and captured and pinched one of his nipples through his tunic.

He rubbed against her intimately as she teased him. “Not... not there... lower,” he insisted.

“Here?” she teased. Pretending not to understand what he wanted, she released his nipple and let the palm of her hand slid down his torso to rest just above where his belly button should be under his clothing. She stroked him there in a light circular motion.

“No... here!” He grabbed her casually stroking hand and lowered it abruptly to his cock, pressing himself against her again. Simultaneously he placed his other hand on the back of her neck and kissed her with such bruising intensity that she nearly forgot that her game was to try to prolong the pleasure as long as possible before penetration.

Snape obviously had forgotten that already. He was now working with both hands to bunch the floor length skirt she was wearing up around her waist. With her pristine white panties exposed, he hooked a finger through them and tightened the crotch until it parted her moistened labia. He tightened and relaxed rhythmically to excite her, rubbing the fabric against her clit while he watched the pupils of her eyes dilate in response to the pleasurable feeling. When he had accomplished his objective, he pulled the fabric aside, turned his hand and sank his finger inside her wetness, wiggling it around in exploration before he began to stroke slowly and steadily in and out.

“Do you like that?” he purred. He rubbed his rigid cock against her thigh as he worked his finger inside. “Let me give you something bigger to fill you,” he suggested.

“Give me one good reason why I should, Severus? You’ve been a bad boy... you didn’t eat your nice... plump... juicy... olives.”

Welkin tried to remain in control of the situation, but he was working her clit too expertly and the squishy sounds coming from her pussy as he inserted a second finger with the first and increased the tempo were working her into a lather in more ways than one. It felt too good to try to ignore much longer.

"I have something much nicer than black olives for you to sample with your dirty, delicious little mouth, my saucy witch... if you will only let me... come inside to play with you." Snape smirked at her confidently, his eyes glittering with anticipation of the contest.

“Wizards like you, who won't eat everything on their plates, don’t get to play in Welkin’s candy shop for dessert,” she insisted.

“You are stubborn, indeed, I grant you that... but you are also quite confused. It is precisely naughty little witches like you who must learn to share their candy only with those who deserve it... now spread your legs wide for me like a good girl,” Snape instructed.

“In case you hadn't noticed, I haven't been a girl for years, and... I won’t... spread... anything... for you,” she said stubbornly. Nevertheless, she squirmed delightfully against him as he unzipped himself, released the straining beast and pressed the tip of his hardness against her stomach like a wet kiss. He pushed it down between her bare thighs, leaving a moist trail of pre-cum in its wake, exciting her even more, although she tried hard not to show it.

Snape grinned at her futile efforts to resist his seduction, enjoying the satisfying process of mastering her until she surrendered to him. He inserted the glistening mushroom shaped head of his cock inside her tight velvet tunnel, and he held it there for long moments, teasing her with just the tip sheathed inside her. When she at last betrayed her passionate arousal and need for him with her first impatient moan, he finally leaned in to kiss her lips in an unhurried way. He tugged her blouse open, bent over her and feathered kisses across the tops of her ample breasts as her deep sighs of pleasure made the pale mounds of flesh quiver enticingly for his enjoyment. He trailed his soft kisses up her throat to her chin, his lips finally reaching and nibbling at her ripe, full-lipped plum of a mouth again.

Welkin shivered, and she trembled all over with pleasure. He knew her body too well. Maybe prolonging things isn't all it's cracked up to be, she thought, hastily revising her game plan in the face of the studied onslaught of sensual stimulation he was bombarding her with.

Welkin steadied herself by placing her hands on his shoulders, kicked off her slippers, gave a little hop and raised her legs off the floor to wrap them around him. "Don't you dare smirk at me," she warned as he sank deeper into her in the process. "Just because I changed my mind, it doesn't mean you won."

"I would not dream of it, Wells. We are both the victor, my love, each time that we join in such sweet congress," Snape said. There was no smirk on his face, but amusement at her was definitely in his voice.

“Damn you and your unexpected poetic pronouncements! It’s not fair! You know it turns me into a quivering mass of romantic jelly when you talk pretty like that, you asshole!” Welkin cursed him. She tried to maintain a frown but couldn’t manage it. Her laughter rang out merrily, tolling her complete surrender like a bell. “Talk pretty to me some more, Sevvy,” she requested with a grin.

“Can it not wait, my sweet? I am not certain how much longer I can support us both in this position,” he begged her indulgence.

"Switch places with me then. I can't move around enough with my back against the wall," she said. As he complied, she slid her legs from his waist to his buttocks, and he leaned against the wall so that only his back made contact with it, leaving her free to thrust, which she began to do quite vigorously, pumping and humping and riding his cock with abandon while emitting little sounds of pleasure in his ear. The heels of her feet squeezed and massaged his buttocks with each new thrust as she locked her hands more firmly behind his neck. She leaned back with her hair streaming behind her, and she rode him harder for several minutes until he felt her wetness trickle down from inside her to further lubricate his shaft as she impaled herself, dampening the front of his trousers and making him slick with her slippery love offering.

Snape's eyes were riveted on her undulating body as she worked to bring them both to the brink of completion.

He loved their quieter moments of pleasuring too, but he especially loved it when Welkin was like this—wild and fierce in her need of him. No kittenish nymph, seductive siren of a witch, or vain vixen of a Veela maiden could ever compete with his Welkin for either his body or his heart. Nothing made him feel more truly alive—more truly like the man he knew that he was—than her love and this passion they shared.

Welkin's breasts began to flush pink, which signaled to him that she was close to achieving her release.

"Come for me, my love," he urged and began to thrust in tempo with her as he felt his balls tighten and lift inside his dampened trousers. Her fluids had soaked through the coarser fabric to make it cling to the sensitive skin and rub over it each time she thrust to make him sink into her as deeply as possible. The cloth caressed his swollen balls with a slightly rough but pleasurable touch, like the tongue of a cat would feel on the back of his hand. "Come for me, Welkin... come with me... let me fill you... until you can hold... no more," he urged.

"Inside... Inside me... I want everything... inside me," she panted, and he knew she meant the joining of their minds as well as their bodies.

There was no longer a need to say the words. Achieving the connection was second nature by now—wordless and effortless and so very right.

When they both came, screaming and groaning, clawing at and bathing each other with fluids in the primal act of creation, they were truly together as one, and they knew each other at the core and were not ashamed for the knowing.

Welkin whimpered a little as she came down from her high.

"Holy fuck! That was intense!" she exclaimed appreciatively.

Welkin slowly unwrapped her legs from around him and let herself slide down the length of him so that her feet once again touched the floor. She leaned against him as he sagged against the wall, and they propped each other up on shaky, sex-spent legs.

Her often tested and proven resilience in the aftermath of such an epic pussy pounding was now a well-established fact to Severus, and as he anticipated, she recovered first.

“Okay... now you can talk pretty to me some more,” she grinned up at him expectantly.

Severus laughed weakly at her. “You are exceedingly demanding of me, Wells. I have barely regained my breath or my equilibrium, yet so quickly you demand more tribute!”

“I can’t help it, Sevvy. You know how much I like the way you talk,” she told him.

“I should by now... you tell me often enough,” he agreed, sounding pleased with himself. Even if it was for something as routine and unremarkable to him as his accent was, Welkin found it pleasant and exotic, and that was enough reason to be proud of it.

“Very well, my greedy goddess... my only love... let me think a moment...”

He cast about in his mind for an appropriate verse from one of the Muggle books in his collection at Spinner’s End. A selection from English poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge came to mind as he gazed down at her fondly, and he began to recite The Presence of Love to her from memory:

And in Life's noisiest hour,

There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,

The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy.

You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within ;

And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart

Thro' all my Being, thro' my pulses beat ;

You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light,

Like the fair light of Dawn, or summer Eve

On rippling Stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake.

And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you,

How oft ! I bless the Lot, that made me love you.

"Oh, Sevvy, that was beautiful," Welkin sighed when he had finished. Her voice became dreamy and soft, yet a little sad, and her eyes grew misty and filled with emotion. " I love you so much... I need you so much... Whatever would I do without you? How could I possibly stand to go on without your love?"

She lay her head against his chest, enfolded in his arms, and listened to his heart beating steadily. His closeness and warmth gave her comfort at the thought of what awful things might be on the horizon for them.

Severus kissed the top of her head tenderly and spoke to her soothingly in a whisper. "If luck is on our side and love really is the most powerful magic, as Albus says, then we have no need to worry, Wells."
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