~Prologue~
Laughter filled the warm, summer air as Christian and Lauren Lacroix ate dinner with their neighbors, Owen and Sarah Wood. The four had been friends for as long as they could remember, and looked forward to the day they saw their children; 5-year-old, Oliver and 3-year-old, Belle grow up together.
But, there was a problem, and that problem pretty much ruined their hopes. Belle and Oliver didn't like each other, never once would they talk or hang out together unless it was forced upon them by their families.
They were too different. For one, Oliver hated reading, while Belle loved it; Oliver loved quidditch, and Belle merely tolerated it. But to their parents and the rest of the Wizarding World, they were a soap opera everyone loved watching.
"Belle, darling! Why don't you go play with Oliver?" Lauren asked her daughter gently; Belle looked up from her book, her blue eyes wide in horror. It was no secret that Belle was terrified of the older, brown-haired boy, especially ever since he threatened to hex her into the next century when he got his first wand from Ollivanders.
Quickly shaking her head she replied, "No thanks, mummy." Lauren shared an exasperated look with Sarah, her patience wearing thin with her 3-year-old.
Oliver, who had overheard his mother and Mrs. Lacroix speaking, starting shaking his head rapidly. "No, I don't wanna play with her! She has cooties!" Oliver stuck his tongue out, crinkling his nose in distaste.
Belle frowned, closing her book. "You're an idiot, cooties aren't real!" Oliver glared at the younger girl, "Do too!" "Do not!"
This continued on for awhile, until Christian spoke up. "The two of you should be friends, not children that call each other idiots. That's what men like Owen and I do," Lauren glared at her husband, "Go play with each other, who knows, you might actually become friends."
Oliver and Belle scrunched up their noses in distaste; they didn't want to be friends. But being the good girl she always is, Belle walked over to the quidditch chest, and picked up the quaffle; Oliver watched her curiously.
Smiling softly, Belle climbed onto her toy broomstick and kicked off the ground. She circled the ground for a few minutes, before throwing the quaffle ahead of her, and zooming after it.
Still, Oliver watched her; he had never seen a girl other than his mother play quidditch, this excited him. As Belle made her way back towards where Oliver was standing, she rolled her eyes. "Are you coming or not, Nazi?"
A grin made its appearance on Oliver's face as he grabbed his toy broomstick, and flew up into the air. The two spent the rest of the picnic flying and playing, until it was time for Belle and her parents to leave.
"Bye bye, quidditch Nazi!" Belle waved, holding up her fist in a victorious kind of way, Oliver did the same with his. "Bye, Princess!" He yelled, throwing up a quaffle and catching it.
Lauren, Christian, Sarah, and Owen chuckled, this would be the beginning of a very interesting relationship.