Harry Potter
Once he had fell in love with a certain Slytherin he had worked hard to reach his goal.
His dear friend…or should he say his bastard friend, Draco Malfoy had told him a interesting piece of news.
Or after he had teased him like hundred times harder than Weasley's Twins not inventing a prank-thing.
He knew that the irony of his crush was a very hard to accept.
Even, his ex-friends didn't send him a Christmas card anymore, not that he longed for them to.
It just hurt but he entertained himself for forgetting the thing (the thing was that if anybody would now, they wouldn't want to know him).
Admit it already! Now his head was back on track (maybe next time I should use a Not-Sleep-Sleeping Potion)…crap. Yes, yes my dearest mother in heaven (or a head) I will tell you (and admit to you) the big secret of my life.
I…have…a…cat…fetish.
And he longed for...
Snape to fuck him in the ass when he's a cat himself.