Twisted Knickers

Act 1

He stood on stage waiting patiently for the announcer to say his name so he could accept his award.  The crowds were swarming and moving like a blanket in the wind. He shivered, so many people were not his forte.  He longed to be back in his suite of rooms where he could brood and brew in peace.  This thrust into the limelight of fame was never on his radar and he did not like it.  He was only here because if he did not come to accept his award the quiet peace of his home would be swarming with grateful witches and wizards and other types much less savory.  He could stand a single night.  What he did not expect was what happened when he ended his rather short speech with a quiet ‘Thank you.’

In the blink of an eye, his eyesight became blurred in a kaleidoscope of rainbow colors and he was pelted with thousands of soft undergarments flying at his person.  He choked at the insanity and disgust of it all, he spluttered to try and repel them with his hands, the rain of undergarments was a torrent, so he turned to run from the firestorm of horrific sundries.  As he turned, his nose hooked onto a soft black pair of a male undergarment.  His senses were overwhelmed by the delicious scent that hit him.  Fire raced through his veins and his pulse quickened erratically while other parts of his body stood up to take notice.  He quickly grasped the pair and pocketed them while hurrying backstage not looking back towards the swarming crowd.

Later, Severus Snape sat in an armchair near the fireplace with a glass of firewhiskey in one hand and the enticing undergarment in the other.  He looked at the black material and wondered at the owner.  They were not overly large, for that Severus was quite thankful.  Neither were they feminine another stroke of luck.  They were soft cotton and a mix between boxer and briefs.  Not quite a full representation of either usual male undergarments.  The leg holes were not rounded like briefs but not overly long like boxers.  He moved the garment close to his nose and inhaled again.  His senses went reeling with the scent, musky and sweet spice.  He had never smelled something so intoxicating.  He put down the glass of alcohol and made a decision.  He would find out who this pair belonged to.  If anything, that person must think he was attractive at least to have thrown them at him in the first place.  The stunner was he had never had anyone think him attractive, but now it was like the world was crazy and upside down.  For a brief moment he wondered how Potter had dealt with this for so long.  One night of the fame and accolades was quite enough for him, any more time out there and he would have had a panic attack.  He turned towards his private workroom and laid the undergarment next to his cauldron when he got to his work space.  He would find a way to figure out who tossed the undergarment with such an addictive scent.

~TBC