Under the Influence

A/N: Here's the quick update I promised. I'm sorry about leaving you all hanging with that last chapter. When I started writing it, I did intend to continue on, but drunken sleepiness took over and I couldn't finish.

Mr. Moosey: A snippet of a scene in this chapter is dedicated to you. You'll know it when you read it. Thanks for the reviews. They made me smile.


Disclaimer: It's JKR's hotel. I'm just renting a room for the night.

Chapter 13- Wednesday Night, Fancy Hotel.

Snape looped his arm through Hermione's and practically dragged her to the front desk. Hermione was a willing captive, and moved as fast as her feet could carry her. When they reached the desk, they had to wait for the clerk to get off the phone. Snape was tapping his foot impatiently, until the clerk finally set the phone down and looked at them expectantly.

"Can I help you sir?"

"Yes, we need a room with a large bed."

"Okay, let me see what we have available..." the clerk tapped at his keyboard. Snape huffed and sighed and shifted his weight around a bit, waiting for the incredibly slow clerk.

"Smoking or non?"

"Non."

"Hmmm.... do you want a minibar?"

"No."

"Jacuzzi in the room?"

Snape raised his eyebrows, impressed. Perhaps a jacuzzi would be nice...

"No, thank you," Hermione interrupted his thoughts.

"Okay, let me see here...." the clerk tapped at the keyboard for a minute. Then he frowned.

"Well, there's a bit of a problem. I can give you a nonsmoking room with a minibar, or a smoking room. Or you can have a nonsmoking room without a minibar, but it has two double beds instead of one king. Or..."

"The minibar room is fine. Can we please check in now?"

"Oh, yes, let's see, I need your credit card."

"I have cash."

"Sir, if you have a room with a minibar, you need to secure it with a credit card."

"Then we'll take the smoking room without the bloody minibar."

"Okay, well, I already have you in this room. Let me go get my manager, and she'll have to approve the room change." The clerk was turning around to go into the back office when Hermione cleared her throat.

"Yes, Madam?" The clerk was looking annoyed.

Hermione held up a credit card with a smirk on her face.

"Oh, okay, let's get you checked in then." The clerk ran the credit card through the machine, and handed the couple two key cards.

"Thank you, Mrs. Potter. You're in room, 213, second floor, left corridor. Do you want a map?" The clerk plastered a fake smile on his face.

"That will not be necessary. Thank you." Snape dragged Hermione off by her arm again, mumbling, "Mrs. Potter" and shaking his head.

"Hey, I haven't had time to change my name yet. I just finished school!"

They climbed a flight of stairs and turned down a long hallway. Looking at the golden numbers on the doors, they figured out that they were in the entirely wrong place.

"412, 414, 416..."

"Severus, we're on the wrong floor!"

"Impossible! We only climbed one flight of stairs."

"Yes, but the first number of all these rooms is 4, meaning we're on the fourth floor! Let's go back downstairs."

"Fine," Snape sighed. They found another stairwell and went back down the stairs. They opened the door to reveal another corridor, looking exactly the same as the one they had just left. Snape turned right and started reading room numbers.

"113, 115, 117.. Dammit, we're in the wrong place again."

"There's a sign to the lobby. Let's go get that map."

"No, we'll find it," Snape growled.

"Why do men never want to ask for directions? I'm getting that map. I would like to get laid while I'm still young."

"Hermione!" Snape yelled after her. Hermione merely wiggled her bum at him a bit and turned into the lobby. Snape sighed and followed.

Hermione reached the counter and flashed a brilliant smile at the clerk.

"Yes, Mrs. Potter?"

"We will be needing that map, sir."

"Oh, of course, Mrs. Potter." While the clerk pulled the map out of a drawer and drew on it with a yellow highlighter, Snape buried his head in his hands. He was so frustrated he wanted to pull his hair out! There had to be a medical problem you could get from having a erection too long.

"Thanks!" Hermione smiled at the clerk again and strolled down a hallway that stretched behind the front desk. Snape followed her like a puppy follows its master.

Hermione reached an elevator, pressed the button, and stepped inside when the doors opened. Snape followed suit.

As the doors shut, Snape grabbed Hermione suddenly, bent her backwards, and suckled her neck, looking like a vampire from an old black and white movie. Hermione clutched him closer and moaned. Then, while he was still sucking her neck, she strained forward and pushed the button that read "2".

The elevator dinged, announcing that they had indeed arrived on the elusive second floor. The doors slid open, and Hermione stumbled out of the elevator and into the hallway, Snape still attached to her neck. She slowly made her way toward the room, smiling and blushing at an elderly couple they almost bumped into.

Finally, they reached the door that read 213! They had made it! Snape growled, and clung to Hermione like he was trying to melt into her. Hermione pushed him away.

"Severus! I can't open the door with you attached to me like that! Hold on for a minute, and we can continue in privacy." Hermione nodded her head toward the gaping elderly couple behind her.

Hermione stuck her card key in the slot, and waited for the light to turn green and the room to unlock. No luck. She stuck it in again, and still, no luck.

"OH MY GOD!!!" Hermione banged her head against the door.

"Let me try," Snape offered smoothly, pulling his key out of his pocket. He thrust the damned piece of plastic into the slot, and held his breath.

The light turned green, and there was an audible click as the door unlocked.

"Woohoo!" Hermione cheered. She ran into the room and jumped onto the bed eagerly. She held out her arms. "Come here, stud muffin."

"Stud muffin?"

"Um, sweetheart? Darling? Lover man? Sexerus?"

Snape laughed, "Stud muffin?"

Hermione let out a small scream of frustration. "Severus, just come fuck me! Gods!"

Snape just chuckled at her. "Eager, are we? Well, you're going to have to wait a minute. I'm ordering room service."

"How can you be hungry at a time like this?"

"Not hungry, my dear, thirsty."

"We have a mini bar! Help yourself."

"They don't have what I want. Just wait a minute or two. This won't take long."

Hermione flopped backward, head landing on a pillow. She picked up the other pillow and pushed it on top of her face. Severus phoned room service. As he was hanging up the reciever, he looked at Hermione.

"Trying to kill yourself?"

"Yes."

"Why."

"Because I'm dying of frustration. Suffocation is much less painful."

He smiled at Hermione, one of few true, geniuine smiles he had freely given. Too bad she couldn't see it. He went to the bed, sat on it gently, and took the pillow off Hermione's face. He leaned down and kissed her lips lightly. He trailed little kisses over her forehead, down to her eyelids, over her cheeks, and finally down to her chin. She tilted her face down and met his lips.

Hermione moaned and opened her mouth, deepening the kiss. She wrapped her arms arounds Snape's neck, pulling him closer. He shifted positions, ending up lying on to of Hermione, kissing her deeply and running his hands through her hair. Hermione grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand onto her breast. He gently kneaded the mound through her shirt, finding a hard nipple and tweaking it lightly.

There was a knock at the door.

"Snape, you better have your ass back here in three seconds or there will be hell to pay!"

"Yes, my dear." Severus patted Hermione on the head as he stood. A quick adjustment to his erection, and he was ready to answer the door.

He took an open bottle of wine and two glasses from the room service man, tipped him generously, and shut the door. He held the bottle to Hermione as an offering.

"Wine? I'm ready to fuck and you wanted wine?"

Snape smiled another real smile at Hermione. "Wine can be very sexy, my dear."

Hermione closed her eyes. "Pour the wine, then."

Snape poured a small amount of the deep burgundy liquid into a glass, then took a sip. Yes. Perfect. This is exactly what he had in mind. He took another small sip, and leaned down to kiss Hermione, sharing his sip of wine with her.

"Mmmmmm," Hermione arched her body up to press against Severus's.

"Open your eyes, Hermione."

Hermione opened her eyes to a glorious sight. Severus had removed his shirt sometime while pouring the wine. He sat on the bed, bare chested, and pale, holding a glass of dark red wine. She giggled.

Snape's eyes narrowed. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing. I was just thinking about vampire theme night again, and how well you would fit..." Giggle. "Merlin, I'm nervous. Sorry. You look very sexy. Stud muffin."

This caused Snape to laugh a bit too. He drained the wine glass, then refilled it. Hermione just took a swig straight out of the bottle.

"Okay, let me make this easy on myself," Hermione said. She set the wine bottle on the nightstand. She unbuttoned her shirt and shrugged it off her shoulders. The shirt ended up on the floor. She unsnapped her jeans, and with a wiggle of her hips, removed those too. They ended up in a pile next to the shirt.

"Why did you do that? I was going to undress you," Snape asked, surprised.

"You've already seen this much of me. You helped me off with my dress the night I puked on your shoes. At least, I think you did. I woke up in my underwear, so I assumed you helped me undress. This takes some of the pressure off me, somehow. I can't explain it."

"You're wrong."

"What?"

"I've seen you in less than this."

"How?"

Snape drew close to Hermione's face. "That night, my dear," he whispered, "you weren't wearing socks."

He scooted to the end of the bed and took Hermione's feet in his hands. He slowly slid one white sock down her leg, over the heel of her foot, and off her toes. He threw the sock on the floor, then kissed each one of Hermione's toes. Hermione gasped when he started sucking on the big toe. Who knew that getting her toe sucked could shoot sparks straight to her groin?

He repeated his actions with the other foot, removing her sock with such delicious slow torture Hermione swore she'd cream right then and there, then the incredible sucking again.

"God, Severus, just fuck me!"

"Not yet, my dear. Can I enjoy drinks and dinner before dessert?"

"Huh?" Hermione's brain had turned off again.

Snape chuckled. She was so eager, so responsive! Had he ever been with a woman this excited? Never.

Snape kissed the top of each foot, then her delicate ankles. He ran his tongue up her calves, stopping to suck the sensitive backs of her knees. Hermione grabbed him by the hair and hauled him up her body until they were face to face.

"Severus!" she cried out in need before pulling him down to kiss. She wrapped her legs around his back and ground her pelvis against his. Snape pulled away.

"Hermione, you're going to have to slow down. I don't want to explode in my pants before I have a chance to feel you around me."

"Well, hurry up then!"

"Shhhh...." Severus stroked her face gently. "There will be other times when we can fuck like wild rabbits, but tonight, for our first time, I want to enjoy you completely."

Hermione let her arms drop.

"Okay," she whispered.

Snape grabbed his wineglass and tipped a bit of wine into Hermione's mouth. He ravished her mouth, tasting the tart wine mixed with the sweet taste of her.

He dipped his index finger into the wineglass, and trailed droplets of wine down the side of her neck. He licked the wine off her neck, the rich boquet complimenting the scent of skin and shampoo.

He slid one pink brastrap down her shoulder and kissed the shoulder softly. He did the same on the other side, trailing his fingers down her arm while he kissed her shoulder, causing her to shiver. She reached behind her back and fiddled with the clasp for a moment. The bra instantly became much looser, allowing her breasts to hang out the bottom. Severus grinned.

He lightly touched the exposed bottoms of her breasts. He grasped the middle of the cotton bra and pulled it upward. Hermione raised her arms off the bed, helping the bra slide down her arms. The bra also ended up on the floor.

"Lovely," Snape whispered. He dipped his finger in his wine again, and dripped the rich vintage onto one nipple. He bent down and licked. Hermione squirmed. He opened his mouth wide, and took as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. He pulled back with a 'pop.'

"I have to make it even," he whispered, looking into Hermione's eyes with a hooded gaze. She was so soft, so sweet.

He dripped wine onto her other nipple, never looking away from her eyes. He didn't need legilimency to see how bad she wanted him. He lowered his head and licked, sucked and bathed Hermione's breast with the heat from his mouth.

"You're overdressed," Hermione managed to gasp.

"So it seems." Snape pulled away from his ministrations to remove his pants with haste, sliding them down quickly and kicking them to the floor. If he was wearing underwear, it had disappeared with the pants.

Hermione's eyes widened. His cock was almost prideful in the way it was jutting out. It had reasons to be proud, too. It was huge! She couldn't help making a mental comparison to Harry's, the only other penis she had other seen, and Severus's almost made her want to hide. Harry wasn't small, but Severus was much bigger, and losing her virginity to Harry had been quite painful indeed.

"Are you sure it will fit?" she couldn't help but ask.

Snape grinned. He was doing a mental happy dance. Hermione had just all but told him he was bigger than Harry!

"Not a problem, my dear. Just relax and let me take care of you."

Snape dipped his fingers into the wine again. He held them to hermione's lips to suck. She complied, making his cock twitch. Hermione laughed.

"Sorry, still nervous."

"Relax, Hermione."

Snape poured wine in the valley between her breasts, watched it stream down her sides and abdomen, and make a little pool out of her navel. He lapped up the wine. Hermione's breathing was growing ragged. He slurped the little pool out of her navel, making Hermione moan. He handed his wineglass to Hermione, then slid his hands down her sides, grasping the waistband of her panties and removing them. On the floor they went.

"Beautiful," Snape muttered, looking Hermione in the eyes.

He settled himself between her legs, kissing her hipbones and outer thighs, and lightly biting each inner thigh. He caressed her labia gently, then peeled them apart and dove in.

Ahh, now this was richer, sweeter and more refreshing then any wine Snape had ever consumed. He licked her little nub gently at first, then more firmly, seeing what Hermione responded to most. Hermione dropped the wineglass on the floor, splashing the remainder of the wine on their clothes, and fisted the back of Snape's head, all but mashing his face into her clit. Her legs straightened out instinctively, and she felt his hardness brush up against the soles of her feet. She caressed his cock gently with her feet while he licked her. Snape growled and sucked harder and when he could feel her juices pouring out onto his chin, he thrust two fingers inside her heat.

Hermione screamed then, the combination of Snape's tongue on her nub and the friction of his fingers sent her spiriling over the edge into ectasy. White spots exploded in her vision.

Severus kept her stuck in the loop of pleasure until she all but begged him. "Severus, oh gods, please, Severus, fuck me now, oh God, now."

Snape didn't need to be asked again. He moved quickly up her body, kissed her gently, and positioned his cock at her entrance. She tilted her hips upward, thrusting his throbbing member into her welcoming center.

"Oh, Yes! Fuck me, Snape!" Hermione kept thrusting her hips upward, and Severus matched her movements.

"If you keep this up, Miss Granger, it won't last long," he said through gritted teeth.

"I don't care! Fuck me you bastard!"

Snape took her word for it and pounded into her, his balls slapping the bottom of her ass. She felt so good, she was hot and wet and tight and wonderful, oh, so tight, and Snape felt the pressure building and he knew it would be over soon, and he tried to hold back but Hermione's grunts and movements urged him on, and before he knew it, he erupted, spurting streams of boiling cum deep inside her.

Hermione felt the pulsing, and that triggered her own orgasm, not as intense as the one she had earlier, but different, deeper, and somehow more satisying.

Snape turned to jelly and collapsed on top of Hermione. Hermione, also being unable to move at the moment, rested, enjoying the feel of Snape's lean sweaty body against her own.

"Know-it-all," he mumbled, drifting off to sleep, still buried inside her.

"Bastard," she replied affectionately before closing her eyes.