:AN: Hello! Here comes my first drabble! I'm going to continue this so don't worry...
Summary: Severus Snape knew that when black pussycat was lurking in his house things were going to go very bad, not that his sexuality suffered from it.
Severus Snape
His nightmare had happened.
He was overly dramatic (he knew that!) but you know what is it like when the worst happens.
You can't think of nothing else and it rolls over your brains like worms.
Not that he blamed his mouth from screaming. But later on, when he thought about it, he noticed the longing that wasn't going away.
He hoped that the desire would decrease from now on (not many people would want a hard on when something black appeared, which was all the time).
He was proud of what he had gained and would always be but in this case his intentions weren't the most greenest things in the jungle and that he would say was very un-spy-ish.
But, of course, his mentor and step-father didn't knew that he was a gay with a hard complex.
He stared at the green-eyed black pussycat on the floor and he didn't want to admit himself that the lower part of him (which stands on men) was getting hard.
How he hated being the dungeons git with a black hair (oh, damn his penis).
:AN: So, how's that? Please, review... I wanna know! See ya! (in the next chapter, I guess).
