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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 7 - Christmas Comes to Spinner's End

Snape takes Welkin to Spinner's End for the holidays, where they eat, drink, and make merry in Severus's favorite chair. We learn that Snape has misled Welkin, yet again, in his continuing efforts to bind her to him.

Welkin quickly crammed what she estimated would be a week’s worth of clothing and undies into her leather satchel, along with some toiletries, and her toothbrush.

"Is there electricity?" she asked Snape, who was already dressed in his cloak, and was seated in a chair by the window, watching her scamper about.

"Yes."

She added her hairdryer, her cell phone, and charger, and zipped the satchel shut. Selecting a leather bomber-jacket from the chifforobe, she slipped it on, and zipped it up, pocketing some matching brown gloves.

"I'm ready. How are we getting there? Not by broom, I hope, because I’m afraid of heights."

Snape had explained to her that Spinner’s End was in a Muggle community, but she knew little else about it, including how far it was from their current location, and how long it would take to get there.

Snape picked up her satchel, and grasped her right hand in his left. "You must prepare yourself for an unsettling sensation. Try to empty your mind of thought as best you can, and follow me."

Luckily, due to special dispensation acquired through Dumbledore, for reasons he could not relate to Welkin, Snape was able to use the Portus spell to create Portkeys whenever he wished, as well as use Apparition within the grounds of the school. Snape stared at the wall, said some words which Welkin didn’t understand, and the wall shimmered a bit, and glowed an odd blue color. He stepped towards it, and into it, pulling her along with him.

Temporarily blinded by a flash of light, Welkin had a disorienting sensation of falling, and an uncomfortable, queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. It felt a little like the way she had arrived here, except this time she was prepared, and the pressure in her head wasn’t as severe. As quickly as the sensation began, it ended, and Welkin found herself standing outside in an alleyway, between two buildings.

Snape looked pleased. "You did very well. It does not always work well with Muggles," he noted, leading her out of the alley, into the street, and up to his front door.

The house was rather gloomy on the outside, but looked sturdy enough, Welkin thought. Some of the Muggle neighbors watched with interest as Snape unlocked the door physically, and intoned the words to remove the protective spell in a voice too low for them to hear, then ushered the unfamiliar, auburn-haired woman inside.

"I see why we arrived in the alley," Welkin said. "Your neighbors are pretty nosey."

"I do not often have visitors," Snape said. "No doubt, they are intrigued," he added, with obvious annoyance.

It was very chilly inside, and Snape removed his cloak, and immediately set about building a fire in the fireplace, as Welkin removed her jacket, and began to look around. Snape had never minded the shabby surroundings before, but was suddenly concerned what she might think about them.

The sitting room was small and cluttered, with tall bookshelves loaded with leather-bound books, which dominated the room. The furnishings, most of them, were shabby-looking, definitely in need of re-upholstery, but, as she tried the chair she assumed he sat in most often, she found it acceptably comfortable.

She got up and wandered into the kitchen, another small room, just off the sitting room, where she was delighted to see a refrigerator humming to itself, and a stove that looked as if it hadn’t been used in ages, but hopefully was also serviceable. Electricity! How she had missed it at Hogwarts. Magic was lovely, she was sure, but electricity was a Muggle form of magic, she realized.

Welkin tried the spigots in the sink, and was relieved when the water didn’t look the least bit murky. One of the cabinet handles dangled loosely on one side, which was nothing she couldn’t fix in a few minutes, with a screwdriver.

She opened the door to the refrigerator, and found absolutely nothing. Not one crumb or morsel of food was inside. "Severus." She called out to him, assuming that he was still busy building the fire.

"Yes?" he said, directly behind her, making her jump.

"Don’t sneak up on me like that! There’s no food," she said, unnecessarily indicating the empty fridge to him. "We’ll have to go to the grocery later. I can’t cook Christmas dinner without food."

"Christmas dinner?"

"Yes. I’m going to cook you a traditional Cooper Christmas Dinner, and then, after you’ve eaten until you’re lethargic, bloated and helpless, I’m going to have my wicked way with you, under the Christmas tree."

"We do not have a tree."

"Then, that goes on the list too," she said succinctly, as they walked back into the sitting room together, where his fire was already starting to warm up the room.

Welkin pushed him down into his chair, and sat in his lap, her arms around his neck.

"It’s not much of a house," he said glumly, now definitely embarrassed of the surroundings.

"It could use a little TLC," Welkin admitted. "Much like its owner, but it has definite possibilities, also much like its owner."

She captured his chin in the palm of her hand, and kissed him, her tongue probing against his lips, until they parted to accept her. His hands caressed her back, and then slid down to hike up her skirt, so that he could turn her to straddle him in the chair, her knees apart, resting on either side of his hips. She felt his hardness growing against her buttocks, and it excited her. Her pussy lubricated in anticipation, and she raised herself enough to reach between her legs. Her fingers fumbled, as she tried to open his trousers, and Welkin cursed in frustration. Snape reached to help her, opening himself to her questing hand, which she eagerly thrust into his trousers to grasp hold of him firmly, eliciting a deep groan from him.

As she drew his already stiff penis out, she lifted herself a little more, to allow herself to see her hand wrapped around it.

"I love the feel of your cock in my hand," she whispered huskily to him, eliciting another deep groan from him. "I love the way it twitches and throbs in my hand. It makes me so wet. I'm so wet, even though my pussy is on fire."

Her deliciously vulgar words were bringing him to the brink too quickly. He needed to be inside her soon, or it would be too late.

She raised herself a little higher, and reached her unoccupied hand between her legs to pull the crotch of her panties to the side. "Feel how wet I am for you," she breathed in his ear, rubbing the head of his cock against herself, until it was glistening with her lubrication, and his own. She inserted just the head of his cock, and used her muscles to clinch it tightly, sucking it a little further inside her.

"Enough!" Snape groaned, thrusting his hips up sharply, to force more of himself inside her.

"Oh, yes. Fuck me. Please, fuck me!"

She lowered herself, now that he was inside her, so that his rapid thrusts could reach deeper. Less than a minute later, she was at the brink of coming.

"Oh, Severus, I’m going to…"

Welkin came with a series of cries that were not as loud as a scream, but were certainly highly vocal. She had barely recovered from her own orgasm when she was urging him on to his.

"Severus, my darling, come for me. I want to feel your cock explode inside me."

With cursing that at last rivaled Welkin’s own propensity for vulgarity, Snape obliged her.

"That was a spectacular welcome to Spinner’s End."

She smiled at him, waiting for him to recover fully before dismounting, and settling back into his lap. “It sure beats an over-cooked casserole from the neighborhood welcome wagon,” Welkin asserted.

“Were we to wed, we could welcome each other home in this manner without compunction,” Snape observed, slipping the subject of matrimony into their conversation yet again today.

"Without compunction? I don’t feel the least bit guilty about what we’re doing. We can do it ‘till the cows come home, without being married," Welkin countered, and changed the subject. “Well, the chair’s been christened. I suppose we have a week to get around to other areas of the house," she mused aloud.

Where’s the bedroom, anyway? she wondered. She couldn’t seem to see a door anyplace in the room that might lead out of there, other than to the kitchen.

"By the end of the week, everything will smell like your pussy," Snape said, getting comfortable with the use of the unaccustomed word.

He usually called it a quim. He remembered how shocked he had been, when he had first overheard his father use the word, on the rare occasion when his parents hadn’t been arguing.

"Are you saying that would be a bad thing? What’s wrong with my pussy?" Welkin asked in a teasing voice.

"Nothing at all. It works admirably well, from what I’ve been able to ascertain," Snape told her.

The clock chimed two.

"If you still wish to go to the green grocers today, we should freshen up," Snape suggested.

"Of course," Welkin agreed. "Where’s the bathroom? Don’t forget to put your dick back in your pants. We wouldn’t want the neighbors thinking they live next to a couple of perverts, now would we? Even though they obviously do."

"What do you mean, nobody’s ever cooked for you before?" Welkin asked, as she was putting away their grocery purchases from the bags on the kitchen table.

"No one, except my mother."

"Well, I’m definitely not your mother. That's too kinky even for me. How old are you, Severus?" Welkin was curious, although usually, ages didn’t interest her.

"I will be thirty-five next month."

"In January? When’s your birthdate?"

"January 9th."

He was Capricorn. She should have guessed. Welkin had Cancer rising, and Capricorn was on the cusp of her 7th House of Partnerships and Marriage. Her mind automatically hesitated a little over adding the designation of ‘Marriage’. She’d never really pictured herself with a Capricorn, and always thought that part of her chart just didn’t ring true, up until now.

"Why do you ask?" Snape queried her.

"No reason, really. I’m several years older than you, is all. I’m thirty-eight, and my birthday is in the middle of June."

Snape thought that she looked younger, perhaps thirty or thirty-one. She certainly acted younger than her age.

"Gemini," he said, surprising her. He seemed like the type who would most certainly scoff at astrology.

"Yes. Do you know astrology?"

"After a fashion. It is not a particular interest of mine. Have you studied it?"

Snape really thought that most of it was largely guesswork, based on imprecise computations. But if Welkin was interested in it, he could pretend to have a perfunctory interest in it, as well.

"Many years ago I was pretty engrossed with it. I’ve had a number of unorthodox interests over the years," Welkin acknowledged.

"Such as?" He encouraged a more full disclosure from her.

Snape wanted to know as much as possible about this woman. Perhaps something she said would assist him in his quest to convince her to join with him as his wife.

"Oh, witchcraft and demonology, the Dark Arts, vampires, reincarnation, prophesy, Druidism, UFOs, pornography, serial killers,” she rattled off part of a long list. “If it was unusual and guaranteed to mark me as even more of a weirdo, I was usually interested in it." She laughed at herself.

"You studied the Dark Arts?" He sounded surprised.

"After a fashion, as you described it. I couldn’t find any of the really old texts about it that were supposed to exist, and I couldn’t think of anybody I hated or despised enough to do terrible things to, so I never actually tried any of the incantations that I did find. After a while, my interest in trying it out kind of fizzled out. I still think it’s pretty fascinating stuff, though."

Welkin regarded the rather massive turkey she had unpacked, hoping that they hadn’t overreached, with the selection of such a large bird. She noticed Snape looking at her in a strange way.

"What?"

"I have studied the Dark Arts, and I have done terrible things to people."

He confessed it to her quietly, so low that she almost couldn’t make it out. He had an apprehensive look on his face, as he studied her, almost as if he expected her to denounce him now, and storm out of the house.

He need not have worried. Welkin didn’t care about things he might have done in his murky past. She only cared about the man she saw before her, in the here and now.

She laid a hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes. "Are you still doing those terrible things?" she asked.

"No," he answered. His eyes searched hers for any sign of revulsion.

"Then, it doesn’t matter to me."

Welkin kissed him, and ran a hand through his long, dark hair, as if soothing a frightened child.

"I love you just as you are, Severus - the good Severus, and the bad Severus - forever and always."

What had happened to him in his life, and what had he done, she wondered, to make him think that he didn’t deserve to be loved?

"Now, find me a pan to put this monster turkey in," she ordered, deciding this was not the time or the place to delve deeper into his past. "I’ll store it in the fridge, and let’s go see about setting up the tree."

"Maybe that corner," Welkin suggested.

Severus dutifully used his wand, and the Mobiliarbus spell, to move the evergreen tree to a new location in the room for a fourth time.

"No, too close to the fire. I think I liked it better in that corner. It'll be easier to see from the couch."

Severus sighed, and moved it back into the corner where it originally started.

"Perfect," Welkin said.

"I am overjoyed," Snape said snidely.

"Don’t revert to being an asshole, or there'll be no hot chocolate for you later," Welkin warned.

Snape wondered if ‘hot chocolate’ was some sort of code phrase for sex, and decided to curb his normal mode of expression a bit.

"Now, where are the lights?" Welkin asked.

Snape openly smirked at her.

"You do have lights don’t you? Son of a bitch! Why didn’t you say something when we were getting the tree? What’s the point of a Christmas tree without lights? You really…"

Snape waved his hand, and intoned the proper spell to light the tree. The illusion of an abundance of multi-colored lights appeared in a swirl and settled on the surface of the tree, illuminating it perfectly. There was even a lighted star at the top.

"Gorgeous! Perfect!" Welkin exulted.

Welkin stopped her fussing, and hugged him.

"You’re a very handy man to have around at times, Severus Snape," she complimented him.

"I shall try to remember that, the next time that you call me asshole," he said wryly.

Since she had committed herself to cooking an entire Christmas feast, Welkin logically decided there was no obligation on her part to cook tonight. She pulled out her cell phone from her satchel, and called out for pizza.

"Is there anything you wouldn’t like on it?" she asked Snape while she was on hold, listening to a particularly lackluster version of We Wish You A Merry Christmas.

"I shouldn’t think I would like deadly nightshade, but other than that, I have no opinion, since I’ve never had pizza," he drawled.

Welkin shrugged, and ordered a large, with everything except anchovies on it.

"You really have led a sheltered life, haven’t you? You've never had a woman cook for you, never had pizza…What else have you never…oh, my god! You weren’t a virgin the first time we had sex, were you?"

"No," Snape said emphatically, clearly annoyed by the suggestion that he might have been. "I was not."

"Oh, I didn’t really think so. You were much too good at it." Welkin smiled in recollection.

"Yes. I believe that I was." Snape agreed with her rather immodestly.

"Damn right you were! But, lord, I can’t believe how much racket I had to make, before you finally came to my room - and then, I had to slap you, so that you wouldn't leave again right away."

Snape looked surprised and then frowned. Was she implying that she had actually lured him to her room intentionally in order to seduce him that first night?

"Oh, sweetie, don’t look so disillusioned. I really wanted it to be your idea, but I was afraid that if I waited for you to decide to unlock my door, and make a move, that I’d still be locked in that bedroom until hell froze over. You were a hard man to get going, but once you did, you were unstoppable! You should be flattered, really. It just shows how much I wanted you. Do you forgive me for tricking you a little?" Welkin looked at him, pretending to be contrite, for the horrible deception that she had played on him.

Snape continued frowning at her, not sure if he approved of the notion that he had been her prey, instead of she being his.

"You do?" Welkin said, fabricating a positive response.

"I do not believe that I said anything like…" Snape began his response, but was cut short again by Welkin.

"Good, I’m glad. Now, let’s not belabor the silly issue," Welkin suggested, smiling brightly at him. "We both can agree that everything worked out the way it should have. Come sit by me on the couch, and we can get in some snogging before the pizza arrives."

"You don’t need a knife and fork to eat pizza, Severus. Just pick it up with your hands. For God’s sake…I knew I should have ordered Chinese."

"How did you make this elixir?"

"It’s not an 'elixir'. It’s homemade hot chocolate, and you watched me make it, so you should know what’s in it."

"Your back was to me, and I became somewhat preoccupied with the movements of your posterior."

"You're a dog! You were staring at my ass the entire time, weren’t you? Ten points deducted from Slytherin, for not paying attention in class."

"This elixir is fabulous."

"It is brandy. You watched me pour it, several times."

"Oh, yeah, I guess I did. But your back was to me, and I got distracted, staring at your ass." (Welkin giggles)

"This chair smells just like my pussy!" (hysterical giggling from Welkin)

"That will be quite enough brandy for one evening." (Severus removes bottle)

"The tree is gorgeous. Thank you, Severus. It’s been a lovely evening, hasn’t it?"

"Truly…lovely." (Severus touches her face as clock chimes midnight)

"Is it over?"

"Shall we go to bed and see?"

"Oh, yes." (Severus carries her to bed)

Snape woke the next morning to find that Welkin had risen first, and found the passageway to downstairs, on her own. He came downstairs, wearing his long, dark, dressing gown, and was greeted by the smell of fresh coffee brewing.

The sitting room had been straightened, dusted, and removed of clutter. The kitchen was likewise in order, and the worn floor was freshly cleaned and shining. The loose cabinet handle had been put back into place, and tightened.

Welkin had apparently been as busy as a house-elf this morning, while he slept. Wearing jeans and a red sweater, she was humming Christmas tunes, as she finished cooking what appeared to be a breakfast large enough to feed at least six people.

When she turned and saw him, she smiled and came around the table to kiss him good morning.

"I didn’t know how you might like your eggs, so I made scrambled and fried. I was just getting ready to come get you."

Welkin fussed over him after he was seated, heaping far too much food on his plate: eggs, bacon, chipolatas (which she called sausages), something she called buttermilk biscuits, with strawberry jam, coffee and orange juice.

Snape had never felt so pampered. He could not remember his mother ever treating his father like this. But then, they were usually arguing, and food wasn’t always plentiful in the Snape household. His and Welkin’s marriage would be nothing like that, he vowed to himself.

Welkin served herself and sat down at the kitchen table with him, chatting with him as they ate, innocently unaware of Snape’s continued ruminations on how to secure her pledge to join with him in wedlock.

When they were finished, she asked if he would mind doing the dishes, while she started preparing some of the next day’s dinner items ahead of time. "That way, I can just pop them in the oven when it’s time, and I'll be free to spend more time with you."

They talked some more, as Snape finished the dishes, and Welkin whirled about the kitchen like a little domestic dervish, concocting various pans of ingredients, which she then topped with aluminum foil, and placed in the refrigerator.

Snape went upstairs to bathe, and get dressed, then he sat contentedly at the table with another cup of coffee, reading the Daily Prophet, while Welkin finished topping the pies: cherry, lemon meringue, and raisin.

One would have thought she was expecting guests. There seemed to be an excessive amount of food attached to this traditional holiday presentation. When she started talking about a return trip to the grocers, to secure the ingredients for a Jam Cake, Snape put his foot down.

"Certainly not. There is already enough food in that refrigerator to feed the House of Slytherin. Come, sit down with me," he ordered, drawing her down onto his knees.

"You have flour on your nose," he observed somewhat sternly, as if it was an infraction of some sort. He reached up to brush it away.

Unlike his, Welkin’s nose was small, and delicately upturned. Were they to have a child, he thought, he fervently hoped it would inherit that from her. For all he knew, she might already be with child, from one of their frequent couplings. Perhaps then, she might be more amenable to his wish for marriage.

They had discussed birth control early in their trystings, at Welkin’s insistence, and Welkin seemed to be under the mistaken impression that he, being a wizard, could simply execute a charm on her to ward off pregnancy. He did not bother to disabuse her of that false notion.

"What are you smirking about, now?" Welkin asked suspiciously. "I don’t think you’ve been listening to a word I’ve said in the last five minutes."

"This turkey’s an asshole!" Welkin fumed at it. "It absolutely refuses to brown properly. I’m sure it’s done on the inside, but it just looks so…anemic. Could you hit it with a little something from that wand of yours, to crisp it up a little?"

Amused by her agitation over something so minor, Snape drew his wand, pointed at the recalcitrant bird, and Welkin yelped with alarm as a small fireball shot from the tip, and enveloped the turkey, setting it aflame.

"Damn it!" she yelled at him, grabbing a dish towel to frantically slap out the flames. "I said, zap it, not incinerate it!"

Flames out, she regarded the bird with concern, and was surprised to discover that it was not too charred.

"Perfect! I can’t believe it. I thought that we’d be having cremated remains of turkey for Christmas dinner."

While Snape carved the turkey, his stern expression reminding her of Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street, Welkin finished doing the place settings, and opened the wine.

"Merry Christmas, Severus," she wished him, giving him a kiss. "You look so handsome. Thank you for dressing up."

Welkin, dressed in a long, red, low-cut velvet gown, with satin spaghetti straps, and classic ruby and diamond earrings, looked breathtaking to him. He was tempted to forego the meal, and devour her instead, but didn’t want her to think that he didn’t appreciate all the effort she had put into preparing the feast.

She must have known what he was thinking, for she pushed him away, and insisted that they be seated.

The repast was, as he had come to expect of Welkin’s cooking skills, delicious. He particularly favored the cornbread dressing, prepared with liberal amounts of chopped giblets, onion and celery, and seasoned with sage and other herbs. Severus treated himself to three helpings of it, Welkin noted with satisfaction.

By the time the pies came out of the oven, Snape was feeling more than a little overstuffed.

"At least help me eat a piece of the lemon meringue pie," Welkin insisted. "It’s my very favorite."

She sat on his lap as an inducement, and fed him small bites of the tart confection until it was gone, and he felt as if he might need to loosen some buttons soon, or burst.

"Many of the things you seem to favor are very tart," Snape observed.

"Much like you are," Welkin teased. "Aren’t you glad that I wanted to take a bite out of you? I still do."

She nibbled at his neck, and swept his long, dark hair behind his ear, so that her tongue could trace the outline of it. He shivered in anticipation, knowing that she had no intention of stopping there.

Welkin slowly stood up, and walked away, her hips swaying provocatively. When she got to the doorway, she gave a half turn, looked over her shoulder at him, and slowly lowered one shoulder strap, smiling suggestively in a teasing way.

Snape stood up and moved to follow her, but she stopped him just inside the doorway, pushing him against the book-lined wall.

"Just…watch."

The room was dark, the flickering firelight too dim to provide much illumination, but when she moved to the Christmas tree, the lights played subtly over her features. Her back to him, she turned to look over the other shoulder and slowly let the other strap drop, then turned away and began a little swaying dance, her arms raised over her head, in a display of pagan ecstasy. As her hips swayed, the dress slid and slipped lower, working its way down her body, until her rounded buttocks were half-exposed. She turned to face him, her hands splayed across her exposed breasts, and with a final shimmy, let the dress drop to the floor.

"Stay there," she insisted, as he started to move towards her again.

"Take off those trousers," she ordered, now completely nude, except for her red heels and her earrings.

He quickly complied. She was massaging her breasts with her hands as she watched him.

"Take off the shorts," she demanded.

Snape slowly let them drop, and his cock sprang free, and slapped against his stomach with an audible sound.

Welkin placed one foot up on the ottoman, and moved her hand to her pussy, delicately massaging and tugging at the lips. She stared at him.

"Now, I want you to touch yourself for me. I want to watch you."

Snape was a little shocked that Welkin was actually suggesting that he masturbate in front of her, for her pleasure. A bit reluctant to fulfill this latest request, he hesitated, until she slowly slid a finger inside herself, and started to pleasure herself with it. Then he quickly grasped himself, and once again complied with her wishes. Her eyes were glued to his hand on his cock, and she was breathing hard, as she continued to pleasure herself.

Less than a minute later, with a low growl, she rushed at him, and kissed him passionately. Going to her knees, she replaced his hand with her mouth, swirling her tongue around him as she drew him into her mouth. She sucked and licked and teased his cock with such obvious enthusiasm, that Snape was soon spending himself, despite his best efforts not to do so.

The standing orgasm was so intense, that his knees nearly buckled. Smiling up at him, Welkin licked him clean.

Anxious to pleasure her as much as she had him, Snape lifted her to her feet, and carried her in front of the fireplace.

Laying her down, he raised her legs off the floor, and threw them over his shoulders, a favorite position of Welkin’s, he knew from experience.

With the same precision and thoroughness which he was accustomed to give on everything else he did, Snape began to go down on her with a vengeance. Never had Welkin had oral like this, not even from her first, who admittedly, had been pretty damn good at it. Welkin buried her hands in his dark hair, and held on for dear life.

When she finally came this time, it really was with a scream so loud, that one would have thought that she was being attacked by a Dementor.

As Snape crawled somewhat weakly up to lie beside her, Welkin slowly rolled to her side, and wrapped her arms around him.

"Wow! Where did you learn to do that? No, on second thought, I don’t think I want to know. Just promise me that you won’t ever do it to anybody else." She kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. "Who would have thought it? Severus Snape, Pussy Master." She laughed with delight. "I’ll have to get you a sign made for your door when we get back to Hogwarts."

It was rather a clever play of words on his job title, Snape thought, but he sincerely hoped that she was joking about the sign.

"What do you mean, it was embarrassing?" Welkin asked as they lay in bed later that evening. "Honestly, Severus, you come off as such a prude, sometimes. I don’t see anything at all embarrassing about masturbation. Everybody does it. I can guarantee you that those little hellions of yours in Slytherin are doing it every opportunity they get, and some of them are probably thinking about me when they do. Hell, some of them are probably thinking about you."

"I only meant that you wishing to watch me seemed a bit unorthodox, and was somewhat embarrassing to me. It was not meant as a criticism to you."

He reached for her and Welkin peevishly scooted away from him in the bed. "Oh no…I wouldn’t want to embarrass you any further tonight with my unseemly and disgusting desires. Goodnight, Professor Snape," she said, in an excessively formal tone.

“Welkin, I am most certainly not embarrassed by your desire for me. You are being deliberately obtuse concerning what I meant.”

“Obtuse? So now, I’m not only disgusting to you, I’m not very bright as well, apparently. Well, I’m bright enough to know what obtuse means, anyway, and you can just take that condescending attitude of yours, and let it keep you warm tonight.”

They lay there silently in the dark for a few long minutes, until suddenly, Welkin felt something cold touch the back of her leg.

"You keep those ice-cold feet of yours to yourself tonight," she demanded. "Stay on your side of the bed. I don’t want you anywhere near me."

"You are being extremely childish, Welkin, for a woman of your age," Snape observed.

"Stuff it," she responded childishly.

There was another long silence.

"I could pleasure you orally, again," Snape suggested, quietly playing his ace in the hole.

After a few more silent minutes had passed, and Welkin had time to consider his offer, Snape suddenly felt one of Welkin’s feet rubbing against the side of his leg. He smiled in the dark and rolled towards her in the bed.

The rest of the week went by much too fast.

Welkin took Snape to the local movie theatre to see Interview with the Vampire, which had just come out, and tried to get him to sing Sympathy for the Devil with her on the walk back, but he less than politely declined.

"Vampires do not behave in that manner," he informed her, when she asked how he’d liked the movie. "I do not think that you would be quite so enamored of them, were you to meet a real one. They are not as subtle or gallant as the ones depicted in your Muggle films. You would find them rather tedious, I'm afraid."

"Want to bet?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him suggestively, grinning.

Snape rolled his eyes at her, and she broke into another verse of the song, dancing around him as he kept walking, and drawing strange looks from the other people walking home that evening.

Welkin’s sense of public decorum was sadly lacking at times, but Snape was becoming more tolerant of it every day that they spent together, and no longer attempted to restrain that aspect of her personality. Why fight a losing battle, when there were so many other pleasant ways to spend his time with her, he reasoned.

They went for daily walks in the snow, in a wooded area fairly close to them.

Welkin tried to do little things to improve the house, but decided that most of the heavy-duty stuff would probably have to wait for summer.

In the afternoons, Snape would read to her from books from his shelves, with her curled up in his lap.

Always, they made love, until practically no nook or corner could claim to have been untouched by their vigorous joinings.

On New Year’s Eve, they had a light supper at five p.m., and were in bed by ten p.m., with a bottle of champagne chilling in a makeshift ice bucket, and a small platter of rumaki on the nightstand, for a nosh.

The only fireworks they saw at midnight were between them, within the confines of their room, and that was just fine with them both. Afterwards, they talked in low tones about the return to Hogwarts the next day. Severus was expected at a staff assembly, to prepare for the return of the students a few days from now, and still had a mysterious meeting with Dumbledore, which he declined to discuss with her. As long as it didn’t involve any more dead girlfriends, Welkin decided that was perfectly alright with her.
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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)

Chapter 7 - Christmas Comes to Spinner's End