Prologue
Draco Malfoy screamed at the top of his lungs, "I hate you, you plump witch!"
Natasha Seige stuck out her tongue.
Their parents watched them from the villa, realized that then and there, the children would be married one day.
"Lucius, are you thinking what I am thinking?" questioned Natsha's father to Mr. Malfoy.
"Yes, we shan't tell them now. Christmas of their seventh year, that is when we tell them," Lucius informed Mr. Seige.
"What school is Draco going to?"
"Hogwarts. And Natasha?"
"Beauxbatons."
"How shall they stay in touch?"
Mr. Seige contemplated this for a moment. He answered, "They shall write letters to each other weekly."
Before Lucius could respond, Draco shoved Natasha into the glittering water of the lake. She yelled in shock, in anger. She looked like a drowned cat. Her black hair clung to her neck and her face. Her blue eyes held tears, but she refused to cry, refused to let Draco win.
Draco stood there, smirking triumphantly. His icy gray-blue eyes laughed with amusement at the sight of the tubby little girl drenched from head to toe. He sauntered over to her as she struggled to climb out of the water.
With a chuckle, he asked, "Do you need help, your Highness?"
With a fake innocence in her eyes, she held out her hand. He grasped it as he went to pull her out of the lake; she yanked him off his unsuspecting stance. He toppled into the cold water. His pointy aristocratic face emerged from the surface of the lake. His blonde hair was plastered to his forehead.
Natasha giggled.
The fathers ambled over to them, snickering, helping them out of the water. Draco rips his hand away from his father and clamors out himself, a defiant look in his eyes. Natasha climbs into her Daddy's strong, safe arms, shivering.
"Let's get you children inside."
Lucius and Mr. Seige share a knowing look. "Someday this hatred they have will fade into love."