Author's note:

Hey guys! So this is just a little fun idea I had for a Rose and Scorpius sort of thing. I view it as the continuation of my need for a Hermione and Draco romance that didn't work out because Ron had to show up and be the ideal soulmate or whatever. But I hope you enjoy. Please don't forget to review! Thanks bunches : )

Rose grumbled and mumbled something awful as she headed down to the dungeon. Her blazing red hair bounced like a giant angry sun as she stomped down one stone step to another. This was NOT happening to her. HER! Rose Weasley. WEASLEY. Her father AND mother pretty much saved the rest of the world…well along with uncle Harry, but well, you got the point. Now here she was, heading to what seemed like the worst place in Hogwarts. She had always loved potions, but now, it was a whole other different story. Because who the hell goes to potions class at 9 pm at night? No one, except Rose Weasley going to her first detention ever and the stupid git that got her into this mess. The git being Scorpius Malfoy.

Rose wanted to say 'of course, it would be Scorpius Malfoy.' Wasn't it his father that made her entire family's lives a living hell? It kind of made sense that Scorpius would continue the "tradition." Getting her landed into detention made sense then. What did Rose have at this school? Her top marks, the fact that all the teachers adored her, and her spotless and perfect behavior. All of that ruined when Scorpius came into her life.

It started out as a sort of rivalry. Rose would never admit it, but Scorpius was actually slightly intelligent. You could say that they were constantly vying for the title of "top of the class." However, this possibly "friendly rivalry" changed into something completely out of control. It started in charms first year when Scorpius purposely blew up a feather in front of Rose's face. It was possibly the most embarrassing situation the young Rose could have ever been in. The next day, Rose got back at him by "accidentally" spilling into his potion a little extra spider legs. Needless to say, he had to buy a new cauldron. And from her first year to her current status as a seventh year, the fighting had never stopped. By now it had become a sort of mini-war equipped with people who were either Team Scorpius or Team Rose. Last year, someone had started making merchandise and taking bets. Rose wasn't really amused, but it only seemed to encourage Scorpius to carry out his biweekly attacks on her. She sometimes wondered if he actually took this competition seriously or if he was just really out to piss her off. Regardless, Rose prided herself on the fact that she usually remained calm and collected whenever anything happened. That is, until today.

At exactly 2 pm in the dungeons of Hogwarts, Rose Weasley had a supreme and ultimate meltdown. Professor Slughorn was reviewing how to make the Draught of Living Death. Rose was paying attention, as usual, and Scorpius was probably doing something idiotic, as usual. When it came time to making the actual potion Rose had situated herself as far away from Scorpius as possible. Ever since she had ruined his potion first year, she was well aware of the fact that he was probably going to try to blow her up in potions. It turns out that Rose wasn't wrong in that assumption.

About half-way through her potion, Rose turned around to grab wormwood from the supply room that she thought she had taken but must have forgotten. In actuality, Scorpius had had one of his buddies swipe the wormwood. In the time that Rose was gone, Scorpius used to opportunity to add some extra valerian roots and gave a couple of stirs just for the heck of it. When Rose returned, she failed to notice the rapidly changing colors of her potion. With her back turned, she only realized that her potion had gone terribly wrong when there was a huge explosion.

Then her hair caught on fire.

She knew exactly who did it, everyone did. So it was probably unnecessary for Rose to even do anything about it, but hey, it was her hair. Her long, luscious red locks. It was the perfect shade, the perfect length. Now it was singed and burnt off in really weird shapes. Oh he was going to get it. So Rose did the most logical thing she could think of. She jinxed and hexed the living shit out of him. From jelly legs jinx to bat boogey hex, Rose delivered every single one that she could before she was restrained and taken to the infirmary wing. She had the satisfaction of knowing that Scorpius was probably unconscious and going to wake up to a lot of discomfort and hopefully pain.

So now, here she was, going to detention with Scorpius Malfoy. Well, it was better than being expelled, but she didn't want to be here either. She was going to have to spend hours of her night with the stupid git doing only god knows what in the dungeon. And while that sounds like a kinky sex adventure, it really wasn't.

She quietly knocked on the door before pushing it open.

"Ahh Ms. Weasley, do come in." Professor Slughorn peered at her through his glasses, no doubt trying to get used to the fact that she was no longer sporting that long wavy hair.

"As you can see Mr. Malfoy has already started, but you both will be cleaning cauldrons by hand for the rest of the night."

Rose looked across the room to see Scorpius half-heartedly wiping at the leg of a cauldron as if he never had to clean anything before. Well, he probably never did. That just meant more work for her because she actually did things the muggle way. Usually as a punishment from her mother who was a muggle-born herself. Goddammit.

"Oh Rose, you're finally here. I've been waiting ages for you to honor our little date."That drawl. That intentional flirtation. All of that made her blood boil.

"The short hair suits you. I always thought short hair was better to work with in a potions class room anyways. That way you can't really … burn any off." He shot her what had become his trademark smirk. It was probably meant to be sexy and flirtatious or whatever the hell floated his boat. Rose viewed it as an invitation to kill him.

"Shut up and move over."

She grabbed a brush and started to intensely scrub the surface of the cauldron, pretending that it was Malfoy's face and she was using sandpaper. If she played it right, this night was going to be short and forgettable. She would never have to do this again. Just don't get angry and shut him out. Yep. That's right. Oh God WHY DID I DO THAT?