Under the Influence

A/N: Thanks for the reviews, everybody! I'm overwhelmed that I have almost 100 reviews and close to 10000 hits. That is the biggest compliment anybody has ever paid me.... This chapter's theme was inspired by pickles87 and the drink was inspired by Wicked Witch. This chapter was also written under the influence of Multiple Screaming Orgasms. Let me know your ideas for theme nights!


Disclaimer: It's JKR's dungeon, I'm just holding the whip.


Chapter 12- Wednesday Night

Oh no. It seemed theme night was upon our frustrated couple once again. Hermione couldn't help but shake her head as she looked around the bar. Papier mache donkeys were lined up among the bar. Sam was wearing a sombrero and a colorful striped poncho. Baskets of chips and salsa were scattered around the room. It was South of the Border Night.

"Hey Sam! What's the drink tonight?"

Sam grimiced. "Tequila. We're running out of ideas."

Hermione winced. "After the hangover I got from tequila that one night, I think I'll have to pass. Can you give me any other suggestions?"

"What are you in the mood for?"

"Strong and yummy."

Just then, Snape walked into the bar. He decided to eavesdrop on Hermione's conversation for a bit before revealing his prescence.

Sam poured Hermione a large shot. "Try this."

Hermone tossed back the contents. "What is it?"

"Silk Panties."

Snape had heard enough. Why was Sam discussing panties with Hermione? He made his way toward the bar.

"What is going on here?" he demanded.

"Oh, Severus!" Hermione threw her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

Severus pulled away after a minute. "What's this about panties?"

Hermione grinned. "A new drink. Sam, two more, please!"

Sam poured the shots. Hermione and Snape raised their glasses in a silent toast to each other, then drank the contents quickly. Snape grimiced a bit.'

"Finally, something that makes you wince!" Hermione raised her fist in triumph.

"Sam, what's in this?"

"Peach Schnapps, raspberry liqueur and Vodka."

Snape sighed. "Hermione, how many times must I tell you? I hate fruity drinks!"

"Liar!"

"I am not lying!"

"Yes you are. You say fruity drinks make you feel feminine."

Sam snorted.

"Hermione, that's not the point..." Snape glanced behind him at Sam, who was listening intently. "Look, can we just go sit down at the table?"

"Of course! Sam, can we please have about five more of these?"

"Sure, I'll bring them by the table when they're ready."

"Thanks!" Hermione let Snape lead her to the table.

Snape held out Hermione's chair for her, but she waved him off. He shrugged and sat in his usual chair. Hermone sat on his lap.

"What do you think you're doing, Hermione?"

"Making myself comfortable," Hermione replied. She wriggled her bum a bit against his erection. "You don't really seem to mind, either."

"I assure you, Hermione, if I minded, you'd be on your arse halfway across this bar by now."

"Then shut your trap and kiss me."

Snape obliged her. He pecked her lips softly, lightly, and when Hermione tried to force his mouth open, he refused her tongue entry.

"Why are you kissing me like that?" she asked after a frustrating mintue.

"You told me to shut my trap. I'm merely doing what you asked, my dear."

"Dammit Snape, kiss me like you like me!"

Snape grabbed the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her face toward his. He kissed her almost frantically, devouring her small mouth with his lips and tongue. He nibbled and sucked and kissed until Hermione pulled away, breathless.

"Let's get out of here."

"Where will we go, my dear?"

"Anywhere. Let's go." Hermione did two more shots in quick succession, then stood. "Drink your drinks and let's go. We can get a hotel or something."

Severus drank the remaining three shots that he hadn't noticed Sam deliver, then stood, brushing the front of his coat off and adjusting his erection. He headed for the bar.

"Where are you going?" Hermione asked.

"To pay the bill for the evening. Then we can leave." Snape had an evil gleam in his eye.

"Let me pay. I ordered the drinks."

"Not a problem, I got it."

"Severus, really, I can pay."

Severus whirled around and stared Hermione down. "I got it. You can get the room, if you're so eager to spend the money Potter gave you."

Hermione pouted. "Why are you bringing him into this?"

"I'm not! I just want to pay the bill, leave, and move onto some more pleasant activities."

"Well, Severus, if you had let me pay, we'd be at the hotel by now!"

"Do you wear silk panties?"

"Huh?" Hermione was confused by the sudden change of subject.

"Silk panties. Do you wear them?"

"No, just good old cotton."

"I shall get you some silk panties for your birthday. Nothing feels as good as silk in intimate areas." Severus counted a few bills off his stack, them shoved the stack back into his wallet. He handed the bills to Sam, who nodded at him, and then he took Hermione's hand.

"Let's leave this place, my dear," Severus whispered in Hermione's ear. Hermione nodded. They left the bar together, adn made their way into the alley.

"Where's a good hotel?" Hermione inquired.

"Close your eyes, my dear, we'll be there in a moment." Snape wrapped his arms around Hermione and apparated into the lobby of a very nice hotel.


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A/N: Sorry to quit there, faithful readers, but all the drinks are making me tired. I can't do the next scene justice when I'm falling asleep. More soon, I promise.

Silk Panties:

1/2 oz vodka
1/2 oz peach schnapps
1/4 oz Chambord® raspberry liqueur

Pour ingredients into a stainless steel shaker over ice. Shake until ice cold. Pour into a large shot glass, and serve.