Sev's thought's that night.

I've been thinking about the... erm... incident, and I've decided it must've been one of two things.

One: I spent way too much time in the potions laboratory and inhaled one too many fumes, which resulted in temporary madness that blinded me to what I was doing at the time of the argument with Black.

Two: I actually like Black.

I'm thinking number one is much more probable. I can see him now. He's probably up in his little Gryffindor dormitory, speaking with his fellow criminals, and groaning about how that horrible Severus Snape seduced him and tricked him into a late-night snog session.

It wasn't really a snog session though, really. Was it? Do a few pecks count as a snog session?

And by a few pecks, I mean at least two kisses. One which lasted for a few surprised seconds. Another lasting God knows how long, which may or may not have been separate shorter ones punctuated by breathing breaks. Oh bugger. I snogged a Gryffindor.

I thought I had come to terms with this before. I really did. I mean, I analyzed the situation when it happened and it seemed quite obvious then what was going on. But now I'm utterly confused.

What's going to happen now? Are Black and I going to go back to arguing and fighting with each other, or is our relationship going to progress into romantic candle-lit dinners, flowers sent with sweetly written notes, and the random box of chocolates to say I'm sorry? I definitely cannot imagine the latter.

No, I doubt we're going to move from enemies to enamored lovers in one night. But I don't see us going on with cursing each other upon sight. What will this turn into?

This is making me confused about more than just how my life will change now that I'm connected to Black in more than the arch-enemy-type way. I had always figured I was a regular straight male. I had analyzed Black's sexuality before, but it didn't occur to me that the incident was not one-sided. The fact that I am also a male and was also a seemingly-willing party in a kiss with another male didn't actually hit me until just now. I swore I was straight before. I mean, I've had crushes on women and I definitely appreciate the fairer sex.

Maybe this is just teenage hormones going mad. It happens, I've read about it. Hell, I've seen it. Perhaps it's just a healthy curiosity. I do hope so. I've heard that everyone goes through it, don't they? It's simple, really.

Hormones going mad + teenagers in close quarters experimentation.

Assuming I am... less than disgusted with this sort of experimentation, how would the other aspects of my life change? Who knows what my parents would think of me coming home at the end of the year and presenting them with my "boyfriend."

For some reason, I shuddered at that last thought. A boyfriend? Severus Snape and boyfriend. Mr. and Mr. Severus Snape. Severus Snape and husband. Sevvie and boy-toy.

I think I'm about to be sick.

For now, I think I'll just accept it as curiosity. I'll just have to find him tomorrow and settle things before classes start back up. Transfiguration is hard enough as it is without a hormone-driven Gryffindor looking to jump me at every turn.

Bugger. Excuse me while I get the image out of my head before I decide to over-analyze the sudden appeal of that situation.

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