My Brother's Enemy (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Torture?

(A/N: It sucks to be sick, I thought the ending turned out a bit confusing, to be honest, my head is all over the place, so tell me what you think. Aaah I hate being sick, anyway hope you enjoy the chapter.)

(Y/N) Pov

I know Umbridge didn't believe whatever Harry said, after all, she's not dumb, but she's been dying to get her hands on me ever since the first punishment she gave me and I didn't give her the expression she wanted.

After that the Minister had made it quite clear to her that both Draco and I weren't to be touched, something she hated with a passion but still obliged, now she sees Harry's lies as a golden opportunity to torture me as much as she wants.

As I sat in the chair directly in front of her, I couldn't help but get another headache at all the bright colors in my line of sight.

Umbridge: Where were you going? Were you going to Dumbledore?

She leaned over as she talked, intoxicating me with whatever nasty perfume she wore, and at her words, I couldn't help but sneer.

(Y/N): If anyone would go to Dumbledore, it would be Harry. I don't even like him.

Umbridge: Liar.

(Y/N): Why would I be lying? I didn't do any illicit activities, you found nothing indicating otherwise, Professor. And the person who claimed that I did do something is the person who you caught doing said illicit activities, breaking into your office to try and use your Floo Network, as well as going against everything you said in your first class and gathering a group of students who he then taught dangerous spells without the supervision of a Professor or anyone of the sort, a group which he then named Dumbledore's Army. So tell me, Professor, why am I the one being interrogated?

She took a few steps back clearly not expecting me to fight back since I have been so controlled and tamed.

Umbridge: Mr. Potter has made some serious statements...

(Y/N): Statements that didn't include any evidence whatsoever, Professor. At this point is his word against mine and let me tell you that Lucius won't be pleased about his goddaughter being tortured for answers about things she has no clue about, and we both know what happens after, don't we?

Her face turned red with anger, but she knew I was right, without having anything to prove said illicit activities and dangerous plan, it is just my word against Harry's, which won't lead far especially since the Minister wants to stay on Lucius good side. The door opened, distracting me from the old hag in front of me, and she took the opportunity to slap me, I found my Uncle's eyes as he came into the room.

His usually warm eyes were ice cold, his face and hand clenched as he tried to keep himself from hexing the woman who had just slapped me.

Uncle: You called for me, Headmistress?

Umbridge: The time has come for answers, whether she wants to give them to me or not. Have you brought the Veritaserum?

Uncle: I'm afraid you've used up all my stores interrogating students. The last of it on Miss Chang.

I looked at Hermione, seeing her cling to Blaise's arm, clearly scared of what the old hag might do to me now that the Veritaserum was not in the options.

Uncle: Now if you wish to do something else to her, I cannot help you.

My eyes found Uncle's once more before I subtly looked at my necklace, a quick flash of understanding passed in his before he gave me a small and brief nod, as Umbridge paced around in front of me.

A maniac look appeared on Umbridge's face as she realized she wasn't getting what she wanted, she knew that things wouldn't go well for her after this but her desire to make me beg her to stop torturing me was bigger than that, I could see that in every inch of her body, the way her hands twitched as if itching for her wand was a dead giveaway.

Umbridge: You give me no choice, Miss Riddle. You continue to deny the truth, and I will have my truth one way or another.

I spared Draco a brief glance, he was struggling against some of the older students in the Inquisitorial Squad, trying to push them away from him so he could get to me. I gave him a small smile as the pink toad turned towards her desk and grabbed her wand.

Umbridge: The Cruciatus Curse ought to loosen your tongue.

Hermione: That's illegal.

Umbridge: What Cornelius doesn't know won't hurt him.

She put a picture frame face down as if shielding it, Hermione's eyes were glossy as both her and Blaise joined Draco in struggling against their captives.

Blaise: What makes you think he won't know? You won't be able to keep this a secret.

She lifted her wand, and I saw Uncle take a step forward but I shook my head at him, to which he glared at me for before taking another.

Hermione: Tell her, (Y/N)!

All of our eyes widened as we all turned to Hermione.

Umbridge: Tell me what?

Hermione: Well if you won't tell her where it is, I will.

I was confused at her choice of words, what it was she talking about? Was she referring to the Scriptorium? Or what it something else, what genius plan did she come up with on that head of hers?

Umbridge: Where what is?

Hermione: Dumbledore's secret weapon, we saw it accidentally which is why Harry is trying to get rid of us.

I decided to just go along with whatever Hermione had come up with, Umbridge wanted to torture me under false pretenses but even blinded by her desire to torment me, she could still see the benefit of taking Dumbledore down, after all, to her I was only a small piece of the game, someone who annoyed her enough to risk losing everything for, but Dumbledore was the big fish she would need if she wanted Cornelius to turn a blind eye at her actions, what she doesn't realize is that I'm not just a small piece on a much bigger board, but she will, soon enough.

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