Under the Influence

A/N: I need reviews!!!! I NEED THEM!!!! Reviews are more addictive than heroin. This chapter's theme and drink were inspired by Slave4Severus. Please, please give me more drink and theme ideas!!!!!! And REVIEWS!!!!

Disclaimer: It's JKR's laundromat. I'm just putting soap in the washer.


Chapter 14- Thursday afternoon

Hermione was in the kitchen of her parents' house, making a sandwich. She was just about to squirt mustard on the bread when she heard a tap tap at the window. Time to investigate.

It was the impatient owl again. She opened the window, and again, the owl made a lap around the room before landing and sticking out its leg. Hermione untied the parchment. Another letter from Severus.

Hermione,

I wanted you to know I thoroughly enjoyed myself last night. That being said, I would like to meet again this Saturday. Unfortunately, my Slytherin Weasley has gotten his revenge. He accomplished his goal of creating a new, improved swamp, complete with animals. Remember Longbottom's blasted toad? I have about 100 of them living down the hall from me now.

I am required to supervise cleanup and torturing of the moron, seeing as I am his Head of House. I will have to postpone seeing you until Wednesday night. I managed to convince Vector to supervise that night, but I couldn't manage to get Saturday night out of anybody. So, I will see you at the bar on Wednesday night, my dear. Wear silk panties.

Yours,
Severus


Hermione grinned. He had been thinking about her! And even better, he enjoyed her lovemaking skills. She was a bit insecure, as the only other man she had ever been with was gay.

The owl was glaring at her. He seemed to expect her to write back. Okay. Hermione grabbed a pad of paper and a pen out of a drawer.

Severus,

I also enjoyed our little interlude. I look forward to a repeat performance on Wednesday. I don't own any silk panties. Only cotton. So you'll just have to take them off.

Yours, Hermione

The owl looked curiously at Hermione's Muggle paper, but held still while she tied her reply to his leg. With a hoot, the owl took flight, stealing the meat from Hermione's sandwich before flying out the window. Hermione shook her head. Damn owl. She threw her sandwich in the trash and started over.

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Thursday Night

Hermione was reading in front of the fireplace when she heard the tapping again. She opened the window, watched the owl take his lap, and land on the arm of her chair. The owl actually sighed when Hermione was untying her letter. He ruffled his feathers and read over her shoulder.

Hermione,

I got your letter during dinner. I almost choked on pumpkin juice when I read what you wrote. What if someone had been reading over my shoulder?

Surely there has to be some way for you to acquire a pair of silk panties before the week is up.

Yours, Severus


What a bastard! Demanding what kind of panties she wear! Hermione smirked. She got out the notepad again.


Severus "Studmuffin" Snape,

I'm sure I could acquire silk panties if I really had the desire to, but I don't. I'm happy with cotton. Why does it matter so much anyway? They just come off before the main event.

Come to think of it, I don't recall seeing underwear of any kind on you. So who are you to instruct me in proper undergarment selection?

Yours, Hermione

She sent the owl off, happy with her reply.

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Friday Night

Hermione was sitting at the dinner table with her parents when she heard the impatient tapping at the window again. She laughed loudly, eliciting curious looks from her parents.

"It's for me," she told them, as if they hadn't figured it out.

She threw open the window with a flourish, and the owl hooted at her indignantly while flying in the room. This time he had a small bundle tied to his leg. Sometime during his lap around the room, the edge of the bundle caught on the post of a chair and ripped open. Several pairs of silk panties fell out of the package. One landed in the pot of spaghetti, one landed on her dad's head, a few landed on Hermione's plate. She picked up a pair and examined it. It was black silk, edged in lace. It was also a thong.

Hermione blushed furiously. And just because things always get worse before they get better, a note fluttered out of the mostly empty bundle and landed in her mother's water glass.

Her mother plucked the note out, looked at Hermione and started unfolding the parchment.

"Mum, please don't-"

Hermione stood to grab the parchment but her mother just held it away.

"Now, Hermione, I want to know who sent all these lovely undergarments."

"Mum, that's my business."

"Yes it is, but here's the opportunity for me to snoop a bit," Jane chuckled.

"Mum," Hermione whined. She had given up hope and buried her face in her hands.

Jane unfolded the parchment, glanced at it for a split second, then guilt took over and she handed it to Hermione. Hermione read:

Dearest Hermione,

I took the liberty of ordering you some silk panties, since you refuse to get your own. They really do make a difference. There's nothing better than the feel of silk on your erotic zones.

I was going to buy matching bras, but I wasn't sure of your size. The proprietor of the shop kindly offered to let me make a Pensieve of you naked so he could guess your size, but I declined.

I do wear underwear occasionally, when the mood strikes. Never cotton. Only silk.

And Hermione, my dear, I thought I taught you that there's much to be done before the "main event," as you call it. I guess I'll have to instruct you further.

Yours, Severus

Hermione blushed furiously. Jane laughed at her daughter. Richard crossed his arms over his chest.

"Mum, what are you laughing at?"

"You're so embarrassed! Do you really think we are clueless? You didn't come home Wednesday night. We're not stupid, Hermione."

"Oh, God, Mum...." Hermione was near tears from embarrassment.

"Honey, we didn't expect you to stay celibate your whole life. I'm glad to see you're back on your feet since the divorce. Or off your feet, I should say."

"Okay, Jane, that's enough!" Richard barked.

"So who's the lucky bloke?"

"It's too new. I don't want to talk about it yet."

"But you will when you're ready?"

"If I have to. Can we eat now?"

"Yes, let's eat now," Richard chimed in. He threw the nearest pair of panties at Hermione, making her blush more and giggle.

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Wednesday Night.

Hermione arrived at the bar early, ready to give Severus a tongue lashing to make up for embarrassing her in front of her parents. She knew his intentions were good, but he should have told his stupid owl to wait until she was alone.

He did have a point about the silk panties, she conceded. She wasn't too sure about the thongs yet, but the regular knickers that didn't leave her butt cheeks flapping in the breeze were quite comfortable. She had the added bonus of feeling sexy all day. She felt like she had a small secret from the rest of the world, and she liked the feeling.

The theme of the night was 1980's night. There were blue lights strung across the ceiling and the length of the bar. They had 80's music playing in the background. Sam had fashioned his hair into a mullet and was wearing a leisure suit and sunglasses.

"Hey Sam! What's the drink of the night?" She giggled.

"Blue Motorcycles."

"What's that?"

"Tequila, rum, vodka, gin, blue curacao, sweet and sour, and a splash of Sprite."

"Holy shite!"

"No kidding."

"Okay, make me a pitcher."

"Is your friend coming tonight?"

"Yes, he should be here shortly. I'm going to wait at our table. Thanks."

Hermione made her way over to the table, surprised to find Severus sitting there already.

"When did you get here?"

"Shortly before you."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I wanted to watch you. Here." Severus pushed a shot over to Hermione.

"What is it?"

"A wet crotch."

"Huh?"

"You're not the only one who knows drinks with dirty names, Hermione."

"Um, okay." Hermione picked up the glass, sniffed and looked at Severus who had an evil glint in his eyes. She shrugged and threw back the contents.

"Oh my God, now I know why it's called that," Hermione breathed.

Snape smirked. "I added a secret ingredient."

"You wouldn't..." Hermione suspiciously demanded.

"I not only would, I did. I am not a nice man, Hermione. You knew that."

Hermione could feel the warmth of the aphrodisiac traveling through her veins. The crotch of her new silk panties became soaked in a sudden gush of fluid. Her nipples were hard as rocks and she needed, no ached, to be touched.

"Severus," she moaned.

Sam arrived with the pitcher of Blue Motorcycles, and he seemed to want to chat for a minute, but a glare from Severus changed his mind. He returned to his place behind the bar.

Hermione wiggled in her chair, trying to find some way to relieve the burning ache in her clit.

"Gods, Severus! Don't just sit there and gloat! Do something!"

"What can I do to you here, in a bar?"

"I don't care! Help me!" Hermione ran her palms over her breasts, stopping to rub circles around her nipples.

"Hermione, my dear, shall we go somewhere more private?" Snape purred.

"Now, Snape!"

"Let's go to the alley and I'll apparate us elsewhere."

"Now, Snape!" Hermione repeated, growing more frantic.

Severus put his hand on the small of her back and quickly escorted her out of the bar. They hurried to the alley, and when they reached it, Hermione was unbuckling his pants.

"Hermione, love, wait until we get to the hotel." Snape tried to push her hands off his pants, but she was determined.

"Now, Snape!"

Hermione managed to completely undo his pants. She pushed them off his legs, where they pooled on top of his shoes. Hermione reached up her skirt, pushed the crotch of her panties aside, turned so her back was facing a very dumbfounded Severus, and flattened against the wall. She reached behind her and guided him in.

"Oh Gods!" she hoarsely yelled at the intrusion.

Severus discreetly cast a disillusionment charm around them so they wouldn't be interrupted, then focused on the task at hand. Hermione was soaking, her juices dripping down her legs, and after a minute, her juices were dripping down his legs to. He bit her neck, causing her to melt in his arms, and fiddled with one nipple making Hermione writhe.

He pulled out, turned Hermione around, and lifted her in his arms so her legs were straddling him. He pushed her back against the wall and thrust into her driping cunt again.

This angle was amazing, he could go so deep he was hitting her cervix, and he felt the head of his cock rubbing the spongy tissue inside her that made her shriek every time he hit it.

Hermione moved one hand down and stroked her own clit, rubbing circles around the little nub, feeling the pressure grow and the heat take over until she felt like she was on fire, and then the explosion and the stars and she kissed Snape frantically, screaming into his mouth. The sane part in the back of her head pointed out to her that her back was getting bruised and probably scratched, but the pain just added to her pleasure.

Snape could feel her walls convulsing around his cock, and he tried to hold out until she had another orgasm, but her screams and the sheer force of her pleasure pushed him over the edge. He came with a grunt, trying to keep his rhythm so her pleasure would continue, but couldn't hold steady while his powerful orgasm took over. He pumped semen into her and kept thrusting until finally he felt himself start to soften and he pulled out and set her down.

He wrapped his arms around Hermione, hoping for a moment of post coital cuddling before they started talking, but Hermione would have none of it. She adjusted her panties, eyes blazing.

"Hermione," Snape said, pulling up his pants and buttoning them shut.

"Snape, that was a terrible thing to do!"

"I was just-"

"Why would you do that? Did you need a guarantee that I would fuck you? Because I would have anyway, but I probably won't again!"

"Hermione, I thought it would be funny."

"Funny? Was it funny watching me almost frig myself in the middle of the bar? Was it funny seeing me so aroused I was almost in pain?" Another thought occured to her. "Yeah, and I bet you thought it would be funny to have the panties delivered to me in front of my parents. You're so worried about somebody reading over your shoulder at dinner, but my parents got a panties shower!"

"What?"

"Your stupid owl broke the bundle, and the panties came raining down over the dinner table."

Snape tried not to laugh. It made a funny picture in his head. He couldn't help a chuckle from escaping.

"You asshole! You do think it's funny!"

Snape was laughing heartily at this point, clutching his stomach and bending over.

"I'm sorry! I can't help it! The forecast for tonight will be cloudy with a chance of panties!!!!"

Hermione smacked him in the arm. "Bastard!" She couldn't help grinning a bit though.

"Hermione, I am sorry about the aphrodisiac. It seemed like a good idea in my head, but it wasn't a good idea in practice. Can I buy your drinks tonight?"

"Only if you let me puke on your shoes. That always makes me feel better."

"Done."
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Wet Crotch:

1 oz triple sec
1 oz Bailey's® Irish cream
1 oz Chambord® raspberry liqueur


Pour ingredients into a shaker with ice, shake and strain into shot glass.

Blue Motorcycle:

1 1/2 oz tequila
fill with sweet and sour mix
1 1/2 oz rum
1 splash 7-Up® soda
1 1/2 oz vodka
1 1/2 oz gin
1 1/2 oz Blue Curacao liqueur


Build over ice in a collins glass. Fill with sour mix and add a splash of 7-Up.