The Montmorency Chronicles: Parseltongue Princess

All Because of Blood

Isabelle's P.O.V

"Wake Up!" I hissed.
"Nooo." Hermione moaned.
I kept shaking her until she finally got dressed and met me in the common room, bleary eyed.
"Why are we waking up this early again? It's the crack of dawn." she groaned.
I jumped up and down excitedly, "It's the first Quidditch practice of the season! I wanna see Harry play!"
Hermione raised her eyebrows, "And not someone else? Perhaps a tall, red haired prankster?"
"George and I are just friends." I giggled.
Hermione rolled her eyes and reluctantly followed me out the portrait hole.

I watched on in awe as the team mounted their brooms and flew into the sky until all you could see were scarlet dots.
"Isn't this great," I squealed.
Ron nodded happily and Hermione groaned.
I heard a clicking noise. I scrambled past Ron and Hermione, tugging them towards the opposite end of the stands, nearest the changing rooms.
Hermione gave me a puzzled look.
"Colin Creevey. He's been trying to sit next to me in every single class, thank god Ginny gets there first."
Ron nodded thoughtfully, "He stalks Harry too."
"This isn't good." Hermione gestured towards the pitch.
The Slytherin team had arrived and Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor Keeper (and Captain) did not look happy.
We ventured over to the group just in time to hear Oliver reading a note.
"You've got a new seeker?" said Wood, distracted, "Who?"
The mass of Slytherins parted revealing a small pale figure. Malfoy. I was beginning to him dislike more and more every day.
"You're Lucius Malfoy's spawn aren't you?" George glared at Malfoy.
Malfoy sneered, "Funny you should mention my father. He gave the entire team a very generous gift."
He tilted his broomstick exposing the lettering on the handle.
"Those are Nimbus Two-Thousand and Ones, the very latest model." Ron whispered.
Hermione scoffed, "Well at least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent."
"No one asked for your opinion. You filthy little Mudblood." He snarled.
There was an instant uproar. Wood had to hold Fred and George back, Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell swore violently at him and Ron's hand dove into his pocket for his wand. My hand shot out to stop him. He looked at me confused, I shook my head.
"Shut your mouth you foul prick." I whipped out my wand. Malfoy looked at me surprised as if he hadn't noticed me there. His look of surprise turned into one of anger.
"I'm surprised you're even friends with Montmorency, Mudblood." He mocked.
"And why would that be." Hermione shot back.
"Because the Montmorency's think they're superior to your kind. Haven't you wondered why they aren't blood traitors?" He grinned with glee.
Hermione turned to me, her bottom lip quivering, "But you're family... Your Aunt and cousin's, they're like Ron's family...Right?"
I bit my lip, unable to say anything. Hermione's eyes became watery. She turned her back and ran. I watched helpless.
"Eat slugs you slimy git!" A loud bang echoed in the stadium as Ron's wand backfired the spell he had cast. Everyone watched in horror as he doubled over on the grass, before he gagged and several slugs dribbled out of his mouth. The Slytherin team roared with laughter. I made an obscene hand gesture to the Slytherin team before pulling Ron off the ground.
"Hagrid's is the closest." Harry helped Ron up.
I dropped Ron and Harry off at Hagrid's. After seeing Hermione inside, I headed back up to the castle.

The next day Harry and Ron looked bleary eyed and annoyed. Hermione still wasn't talking to me, but I saw her looking at me at breakfast as I sat with Harry, Ron, Ginny and Ellie.
"Six times! He made me polish that bloody trophy six times! I swear my muscles have seized up" Ron complained.
I rolled my eyes and went back to helping Ellie with her Herbology essay. I saw Harry explaining something to Ron quietly out of the corner of my eye. I bit my lip, fighting the urge to go eavesdrop, Harry clearly didn't want someone overhearing. I sighed and made my way to Herbology with Ellie and Ginny to keep me from snooping.

"Does this fucking thing ever shut up?" I yelled.
I had pulled my Mandrake out of its pot. The ugly baby-like creature started wailing like a banshee, even my earmuffs couldn't keep the noise out completely.
"Language Miss Montmorency!" Professor Sprout scolded (loudly).
Colin Creevey was holding his mid-air, not even bothering to stuff it in its new pot (like we were supposed to stop the incessant screaming). He was sticking his loved finger in and out of its mouth, seeing if the plant would catch it. I saw Ellie next to him, screaming at him to put it in the pot.
I marched over and ripped the plant out of his hand before stuffing it into the pot. The room went silent.
"What the bloody hell was taking so long Creevey?" I snarled.