The Montmorency Chronicles: Parseltongue Princess

Prologue

Draco's P.O.V

Another year at Hogwarts had begun, and I sat at the Slytherin table, surrounded by my friends. I was bored out of my mind, it was going to be another long year of Potter saving the world, and it started off with the Sorting. I had no interest in the sorting, as the first years gathered into the hall I stared off into space. When I blinked back into reality, Astoria Greengrass, Brenton Harper and Morgan Rowle had been sorted into Slytherin, there were probably more but I didn't notice or care.
"Isabelle Montmorency." Called Professor McGonagall.
My head snapped up, as did everyone else's in the hall. A girl ventured to the front of the line, giving a half smile to the Weasley girl I had met in Flourish and Blotts, she responded with a thumbs up. I scowled, I hated those blood traitors. I took a good look at the Montmorency girl, and my breath caught in my throat... She was beautiful. Not in a cute little kid way, I noticed every boy in the Great Hall staring at her, even the ones that were far too old for her. She had long chocolate brown hair, emerald green eyes, and lightly tanned skin. Her height made her look older than she was. She reached the stool quickly and she sat down as McGonagall placed the hat on her head. The hat took the longest amount of time it had ever taken, at one point, I swear I saw her shaking her head slightly, her mouths shaping the words, 'No' every so often.
Then finally, after a long wait that had everyone on the edge of their seats (especially the guys) the hat shouted "Gryffindor!" prompting the red and gold table to erupt in loud cheers (the only time they had been louder was when Potter was sorted into their house). She walked over to them, grinning like a fool. I gritted my teeth when she hugged Granger, who, for once in her life, wasn't surrounded by Potter and Weasley. I looked down at my food and pushed it away, fuming about the Mudbloods new friend.
Blaise Zabini was grinning from ear to ear, "Sooo the Montmorency girl is hot, don't you think??" he said, quirking his eyebrow.
I snorted, "Yeah right, if she's willing to be friends with Potter, there's probably something wrong with her."
Pansy Parkinson wrapped her arms around my neck, "That's right, she's way too ugly to be even thought about by my Drakey-Poo" she said, as I squirmed to get out of her grasp, "She probably a mudblood or something."
Laughter erupted from everyone who heard her, I tried not to smile.
"Oh...God...Parkinson...You...Idiot," Millicent Bulstrode said between snorts of laughter, "Don't...You...Even...Know... Who...The...Montmorency's...Are?"

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters, I only own Isabelle Montmorency and any other characters I create.