Hogwarts Oneshots

Throne, Bone, Slay: Snape X Professor!Reader

"Let's see... Eric... Charlie... Albert," Lynn laughed, earning gasps from the other girls around the table. You smiled, rolling your eyes, not paying all too much attention to them.

"Throne," Beatrix teased. "Albert." There was a round of ooohs from the other ladies. "Bone... Eric," there were nods of agreement, and some giggling. "Slay Charlie, I hate him anyway."

It was a little game that your girls liked to play; throne, bone, slay.

You were their new charms professor... Young, female and charming, they found you to be relatable, easy to be around. Teaching them was truly a pleasure. Your four girls came to extracurricular classes, wishing not only to excel and improve on their charms, but to spend time with you. Beatrix, Iris, Poppy and Lynn; all fabulous girls, with bright futures. They put in the effort with you, you went out of your way to put in the effort with them. They deserved to have the best start in their magical career, you would see them at the top of their fields.

Today, however, you were accosted from your own classroom, something was going on in there, you didn't care to ask... It was always easier not to ask, and feign ignorance whenever Dumbledore was up to something. You'd been put into the potions classroom for your extracurricular class, you were not entirely certain whether Snape had approved this change. If he had an issue with it, you would blame the headmaster and plead ignorance; you were certain that if you fluttered those long lashes of yours enough, he would forgive the intrusion.

"Professor," Iris brought your attention back to them. They all giggled, rather suspiciously. It was never a good sign when your four little angels giggled like that, it usually meant they were up to some sort of mischief. "Who would you choose?"

You shook your head, laughing, "ladies, I can't talk about students like that!"

There was a beat, then Lynn piped up, "teachers then!"

Collective gasps, you shook your head, they were unhinged. You moved back to the main desk to grab your cup of tea, still quite hot. "Fine, seeing as you have finished and worked impeccably, I'll indulge you."

There were smiles, then heads bowed, whispering aggressively between them, almost like they were attempting to summon a spirit. That discussion did not last long, apparently. "Professor (Y/n)," Poppy cleared her throat, "it is your turn to play... Throne, bone, slay!" You rolled your eyes, hopping up onto the desk. You would humour them, just this once. What harm could it do? They were your girls, after graduation, you were sure they would be your lifelong friends; they could keep a secret.

Unbeknownst to you, a tall, dark and mysterious figure lingered outside the door.

"Professor Lockhart," was the first option, you almost cringed. The Hogwarts heartthrob with the ridiculous hair. "Professor McKnight," the new flying professor, another generically handsome, age appropriate male. "Professor Snape," your heart quickened, you felt a little funny inside.

You laughed a little, almost flustered; but it was just a harmless joke with your girls. Nobody else could hear you, could they?

Your answers came suspiciously fast, two of your options were absolutely obvious, the other was answered by default. It was almost as if you harbored strong feelings about two of these individuals already. "Throne McKnight," you nodded. "Undoubtedly and obviously I would bone Professor Snape," there were gasps and fits of giggles, that was quite unexpected. "Kill Lockhart, he's a twat." That was not.

Huge gasps still echoed through the room, as the realization sunk into your girls. "Professor (Y/n)? You have a crush on Professor Snape?" Poppy almost squealed. You just smiled into your cup before taking another sip of tea, the girls shrieked a little more. Of course you had a crush on Professor Snape. You had a lot more than a little crush on him, you thought he might just be the most delicious man you'd never had the pleasure of laying your eyes upon.