A Boy From Slytherin | Draco Malfoy X Reader

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TRIGGER WARNING: suicide

Y/n's POV

"It's just a sweatshirt, Y/n, calm down," Kayden tells me carelessly not looking up from his phone. I've just told him off for letting Whitney have Mattheo's sweatshirt last night, it's morning now and our dad is in the kitchen making breakfast.

"It's Mattheo's sweatshirt, Kayden! You just let that whore have it, and we would never see it again! Do you even understand how little we have left of Matt? His old clothing is a small bit of it, and you carelessly gave it away!"

"You're being dramatic, you wouldn't be acting like this if you weren't on your period-"

"Don't go there, that has nothing to do with this. I would be acting like this nonetheless. How about you ask Maxine whether or not you should have done that?"

"Whatever, it's not like holding onto his hoodie is gonna bring him back, it's making you even more upset about his death and making it even harder to let go."

"Fuck you,"

"What's going on in here?" Our dad walks in and I stand there silently staring daggers into Kayden, who's looking back down at his phone.

"Y/n's having a tizzy about me nearly giving away one of Mattheo's old hoodies. But I'm telling her it isn't a big deal." Kayden answers,

"It's not a big deal? That was Mattheo's, give your hookups whatever clothes you want to give them, but not Mattheo's!"

"Hookups?" Our dad questions and Kayden looks at me like he could seriously harm me.

"Yes, he gave some random muggle girl Matt's hoodie and luckily I saw her before she went home with it and we were never able to get it back."

"Like I said, I was probably doing you a favor by getting rid of it, grasping onto all his old stuff isn't gonna help to forget him."

"Forget him?!"I shout, "What the hell do you mean by "forget him"?! That's our brother, that's the person I grew up with, you think we need to forget about him?!"

"I misspoke, I didn't mean forget, I mean...get over it."  I have no words, how is that any better?

"Kayden, I think you need to realize the situation further, Y/n clearly has an emotional attachment to these things and by getting rid of them, or giving them away, you hurt her. Can't you see that?" Our dad speaks at last.

Kayden stays silent, but after a minute, he speaks again.

"Alright, I hurt her. But if it weren't her time of the month she'd be fine right now, do you need a heating pad?" He asks me with salt in his voice.

"Kayden!"

"It's fine," I speak and take a deep breath to compose myself. "I'm gonna go take a bath."

I exit the living room and run up the stairs and to my room where I shut and lock the door. I waste no time flinging open my trunk and digging down to the very bottom where my sheathed dagger lays.

I pull it out and enter my bathroom where I also lock the door and turn the bath on hot. I slip the dagger from its sheath and strip naked, setting myself into the hot bath water.

I grab the dagger and inhale deeply, remembering all those times Draco was so proud of me for making it so far without cutting, remembering mine and Leo's talk, remembering my self-harm milestone party that my friends threw me. I'll be throwing all that away by doing this, by relapsing after I promised everyone I would never do it again.

One cut.

Two cuts.

Three cuts.

Four.