Blood Traitor- Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff reader

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It's been at least 12 hours since I was first locked in these dungeons. Even though I know that the Hogwarts staff will be looking for me, the future still seems incredibly bleak. By the time they find me, I'll probably either be dead or insane. Beneath me, the floor is damp and cold. Because I was snatched from my bed I'm only wearing my pyjamas and have no way of attempting to get warm. Of course, I've been brutally tortured by the (L/N)s. So much so that I don't have the strength to stand up. Lucius got me here but hasn't been participating in the actual torture, however, he has watched sometimes with a smug grin plastered across his face. What I don't understand is why they're doing this, I know that Voldemort is attempting to return but he hasn't yet. On the other hand, if this was personal vengeance the Malfoys wouldn't be involved. So, what are everyone's motives? ********************* Still too weak to stand up, I am laid on the floor, completely incapable of any sort of movement. I've lost all sense of time and my stomach is empty, making me weaker still. All I know is I have to get up, I have to show them that they can't break me. Slowly I roll over. As I move hot sharp pain sears through my body like a burning knife but I have to get up. Once I am on my stomach I push. Ignoring the pain I eventually manage to get on to my hands and knees. Soon I realise that I probably should give up, however, I'm too stubborn to do that. An extremely long time passes and I'm up however my legs are quickly fatiguing so I decide to sit and rest them, after all, it's still better than laying on the floor. Now that I am sat and more comfortable than before, I notice that my back is soaked with the dirty water on the floor. It won't be long until hypothermia hits. Suddenly, I see something in the corner of my eye, an old wand. Desperately I drag myself over. Hot tears flow down my face as I struggle to cope with the excruciating pain. Praying that it works I manage to come up with an escape plan. It's risky but I know it's my best bet. At least I have a possible way out of here. I just have to make sure the wand stays hidden until I have an opportunity to escape. Hearing footsteps I fake unconsciousness. If I know one thing, it's that, despite the (L/N)s' threats, they want me alive for some unknown reason. This means that they are less likely to attack if they believe that it could kill me. Footsteps grow close. Eyes closed tightly I feel their presence over me, all of them muttering about how it 'won't be long'. What do they mean by that? Assuming that they are discussing the plan, I keep listening. "We'll give her the proposition once she regains consciousness. She's bound to take it. "She's always been weak." ********************* Even since I eavesdropped on the (L/N)s and Malfoys earlier I've been in complete and utter suspense. Finally, I once again hear the sound of their footsteps coming down the stairs. Laying on the floor, I act as though I've just regained consciousness. The (L/N)s forcefully pull me up. Screaming out in pain, I glare into their cold and malicious eyes. It's almost impossible to believe that I wanted to be just like them as a kid. One of my clearest memories is being five years old and asking my mother when I would get a dark mark like hers. Of course, I grew out of that when I decided to read about 'The Dark Lord' for myself. At first, I read the propaganda I was given but soon grew suspicious so sneakily bought books at Flourish and Blotts. When I was caught I was obviously punished but by then I already knew the truth and I was never going to anything to support the terrible wizard that my family praised. I'm still being held up unsure what's going on. Pain shooting up my legs like daggers. Lucius stands in front of me looking down at me like I'm scum. "Surely she's suffered enough, we should just talk to her," he says relishing in my pain. The (L/N)s then let go of me and my legs crumple from under me and I once again fall to the ground. Sitting up, I attempt to show them I'm not afraid of them. Extremely bad idea. Enduring another round of torture I try to hold back the screams. Blood, tears and sweat cover my body as pain rushes through it. Hours pass, the pain grows stronger. Finally, I black out. ******************** Opening my eyes, the room is hazy. Am I dead? Did they kill me? Impossible, if I was dead I would be in the afterlife by now, I'm still bleeding on a dungeon floor. They sit me up, I hide the pain that's burning through my spine. (M/N) is facing me now, (F/N) close behind her. As I grow more conscious I notice a baby in (M/N)'s arms. My little sister. Obviously, this is emotional blackmail. "(Y/N)?" Immediately this causes suspicion. Did she just address me with my name? Why would she do that? "Your father and I have been talking" Now I'm confused, they very clearly disowned me and now they're acting like everything is how it used to be. "He is not my father and you are not my mother. You made that very clear." I know that retaliation could get me killed but I need answers. "We know what we said but we thought we were being rather hasty. Even though Hufflepuff is by far the least respectable house. We could use such a misfortune to our advantage" When she said the word Hufflepuff she looked like she was about to vomit. Obviously, I am highly offended by all of her comments but somehow manage to bite my tongue. (F/N) then takes over. "Your Mother and I wish to welcome you back into our family and to thank us for our generosity, you will tell us everything you know about your friends at Hogwarts. We've heard you know Harry Potter extremely well." That's it! I can't keep quiet any longer! If you'd asked me this before I would've been too scared to speak, however, everything that they have done to break me has actually made me stronger. Shaking my head, I defiantly respond. "I'd rather rot in here than betray my friends! I I don't want to be a part of your family!" A mixture of shock, anger and confusion fills their faces. "How dare you speak to us like that!" "Crucio!"