Slytherin Oneshots

11. The Last One To See Her Alive

Word Count: 673

Info: Y/n met him at the dance, and something about him caught her soul. But their expected romantic dance turns out to be a situation between life and death.

Y/n x Mattheo

Author's POV
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Y/n was at the Yule Ball with her friends. She felt someone staring at her. When she looked around, she saw Slytherin boys looking at her. She felt uncomfortable but tried to ignore that.

The conversation with the girls seemed to be endless until someone with curly brown hair and brown eyes interrupted them. "Sorry ladies," he said as he approached Y/n. Y/n was standing at the very end of the friend group and drinking from her cup.

When finally the young gentleman came close to her, he looked into Y/n's eyes and questioned, "Would mind dancing with me?"

Y/n smiled a little, which seemed to be mysterious to the young man.

"I'll dance with you, only after you introduce yourself." Y/n was standing with her straight back and looking at the gentleman with her shiny green eyes.

"Come on, you know my name." The boy was pretty sure that Y/n knew him. But she was looking at him with the same look.

Finally, the boy introduced himself, "I'm Mattheo. Will you dance with me now?"

"Nice to meet you Mattheo, I'm Y/n. And yeah, I'll dance with you."

Mattheo took Y/n's hand they went to the dance ball. Pretty nice violin music was playing. They stick to the music and moved with its tunes. It gave them nothing, nothing but that single fleeting moment when they feel alive.

They even did not care who was looking at them, or how they looked. They were just living in the moment.

When they both got tired of dancing, Mattheo kissed Y/n's rose-pink lips without even thinking. Y/n kissed back. Her lips were smooth, falling open at the brush of his tongue, welcoming him and making him feel just right.

And how was he to know he'd be the last one to see her alive? An accident, don't you know.

And she was just someone he danced with. Somebody, he met that night. That's right.
That's the story.

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After the ball, Y/n felt pain in the area between the shoulder blades. She was dizzy and fatigued. Random anxiety kicked in and she felt discomfort.

"Are you okay?" Mattheo asked with a worried voice.

Before Y/n could answer, she felt weak and lost consciousness. Mattheo caught her and yelled for help.

"Someone help! Call a doctor!" Mattheo was yelling out of his lungs. He could not sit in one place. He was going in circles when finally Madam Pomfrey came.

Madam Pomfrey immediately took Y/n to the hospital wing. Mattheo sat there and waited.

The hours and hours, for somebody he didn't even know. Nobody was there, only Mattheo sitting and waiting. And maybe if Miss Pomfrey would've come, maybe if Y/n came back to consciousness, if Madam Pomfrey had only come, he would know who to notify and where.

But what difference does it make? She wasn't anything to him. She wasn't his girlfriend or anything like that. Just some girl who he met at a dance and felt comfortable with her.

And what was he doing out at three a.m. anyway?

Mattheo got sent to his dorm with his coat and some aspirin. How does he explain?

He met her at a dance, Y/n in her shiny dress and charming smile.

What does it matter?
They never went on the date. They never talked together. They never studied together or skipped class together. They just met today, at the dance...

Her name was Y/n. Y/n, who he never met again and never heard from her again.

That night Y/n did not survive a heart attack and Mattheo was the last person to see her alive.

Who knew that the story would turn out like this...