A/N: I do not own these characters, I just invite them over to play once in awhile.
This is my response to the WIKTT "Phobia" challenge. It's just a short bit until i get ready to unveil my big story. wink
Severus Snape had gone to his wife for help and now here he was, staring at drab gray walls, trying to keep what he had left of his senses together. She had suggested a help group, but this was a rather personal matter, something he had hoped that she could help him with. Alas, there was no turning back now. As people rose and introduced themselves, Severus gave Hermione's hand one last squeeze as he cautiously rose from his seat.
"Hello," he began, "my name is Severus."
"Hello Severus!" they chirped back at him.
"And I am an Ithyphallophobic." He quickly sat back down.
"What's that?" asked an alcoholic from central London.
"I... uh... fir-rect-penses" Severus mumbled.
"What was that Severus?" The group leader asked.
"A fear of erect penises!" He snarled.
"Or of having one. It's really affected our love life." Hermione nodded her head. Severus squeezed her hand until she thought it was going to fall off.
"Makes me glad to be an alcoholic." central London muttered.