Slytherin One-Shots

The Slytherins x fem!Malfoy!reader

TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE ⚠️

Requested by: No one

Year: 6th

House: Slytherin

Blood Status: Pureblood

Prompt: The Slytherins find out about the death of their best friend and sister (Mattheo Riddle, Blaise Zabini, Theo Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson), songfic - Before You Go, Lewis Capaldi

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I fell by the wayside like everyone else
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, but I was just kidding myself
Our every moment, I start to replace
'Cause now that they're gone, all I hear are the words that I needed to say

The six friends stand in the foyer of the Malfoy Manor. It's decorated in soft whites and mourning blacks, swaths of emerald green accent the decorations. They stand in front of the picture of their best friend, their sister, (Y/n) Malfoy. The picture is an old one, yet a recent one. Taken this summer, one month before the lives of her and her best friends went to shit. Eyes closed, head tilted back in laughter, (h/c) hair blowing in the wind, it had been a long time since anyone had seen that smile. If only they'd known what that smile was hiding. What pain is hidden in that picture.

When you hurt under the surface
Like troubled water running cold
Well, time can heal, but this won't

Pansy's eyes glisten with unshed tears for her best friend. Since childhood, the two of you were close. Closer than sisters. With the arrest of your father, she had comforted you. Helped you through it. When you and Draco were given the difficult task, she'd thought you were telling the truth when you told her you were fine.

Little did she know, you became a master at lying. To your friends. To your family. To yourself.

So, before you go, was there something I could've said to make your heart beat better?
If only I'd have known you had a storm to weather
So, before you go, was there something I could've said to make it all stop hurting?
It kills me how your mind can make you feel so worthless
So, before you go

You had been unhappy for a while. Your twin, Draco, had sensed it, but he couldn't help. Not when he was dealing with his own struggles. Your cousin Mattheo had known too, but he couldn't help. Not with this. He had the same thoughts. He just didn't know you had the desperation to act on them.

Nobody did, until your broken body was found at the bottom of the astronomy tower, your final words hastily written on a piece of parchment clutched tightly in your cold, dead fingers.

Was never the right time, whenever you called
Went little by little by little until there was nothing at all
Our every moment, I start to replay
But all I can think about is seeing that look on your face

Theo and Enzo felt guilty. They pushed you away when they should have pulled you in. They should have pushed and pushed for you to tell them what you were going through, but they didn't. They believed the lies you had told, realizing too late that your eyes were screaming the truth. You needed them.

When you hurt under the surface
Like troubled water running cold
Well, time can heal, but this won't

Blaise hates himself most of all. He never got to tell you how in love with you he was. How those few stolen kisses when the two of you had a little too much firewhiskey meant more to him than anything else in the world ever would. He's guilty and angry because he should have realized.

They all feel this way, however.

So, before you go, was there something I could've said to make your heart beat better?
If only I'd have known you had a storm to weather
So, before you go, was there something I could've said to make it all stop hurting?
It kills me how your mind can make you feel so worthless
So, before you go

The six teenagers stand in your favorite spot of the manor, the rose gardens by the fountain. They watch the water in silence, each thinking about how they should have seen it. They should have seen the dark circles, the pale skin, the bloodshot eyes.

The warning signs.

Would we be better off by now
If I'd have let my walls come down?
Maybe, I guess we'll never know
You know, you know

Now they watch as your coffin is lowered into your grave at the manor's Graveyard. They watch as you are laid to rest, eternally. As the skies and heavens claim you as their own.

The six teenagers stand at the edge of the grave of their best friend. Their sister. Their cousin. Their love. Angry at the sacrifice made, at the fact that you died for a monster you don't want to follow. That you, buried in a soft white dress, looking the picture of innocence, was buried with the dark brand on your lovely skin. For that very brand is what cause you to jump. What caused your madness. Your heartache. Your pain.

Your death.

Before you go, was there something I could've said to make your heartbeat better?
If only I'd have known you had a storm to weather
So, before you go, was there something I could've said to make it all stop hurting?
It kills me how your mind can make you feel so worthless
So, before you go