Good Intent

The Potters and the Weasleys had always been an inseparable bunch. So inseprable, in fact, most of the Hogwarts population spoke of them as a group, never really naming individuals. They stuck together, and nothing could possible ever change that.

Rose and Albus had been best friends since the day Al was born, as Rose was three months older, and never failed to remind him of that fact. It was difficult to find pictures of one of them that didn't include the other.

Pranking one another was also something they were famous, or rather infamous, for. Rose herself rather liked to stay away from such things, as she did have boundaries, but sometimes, they were just far too fun to stay away from.

In most cases it was her cousin James who started the pranks. Him and Fred, actually. Of course, when the time came, they often turned to Rose for advice. Mainly due to the fact that she was one of the few in her family who truly thought pranks through and came up with the devious of plans. Aunt Ginny had actually been the one to suggest it to James in the first place. Not on purpose, mind you.

"James." Aunt Ginny spoke when she found him teasing Rose during one of the dreaded Weasley-Potter dinners. "I don't understand why you and your cousin just can't get along. You could be such a bright pair together," And just shook her head.

Of course, all that had done was turn the pranking on others through James' cunningness and Rose's brilliance. Which is why, during Rose's time of momentary peace James sat down across from her at a table in the library that he'd been banned from millions of times before.

"Rose," He spoke her name softly. "Roooose," When she didn't respond he spoke sharply. "Rosie!"

She glared at the boy. "Don't call me that. You know I hate that name."

"You realize," He spoke with a condescending tone. "I wouldn't have to call you that if you actually answered in the first place."

She rolled her eyes. "I disagree, because for some reason you call me that anyway."

He nodded. "Very true. Anyway, why I'm here," He leaned in. "I," He paused dramatically. "Need your help."

"I never would have guessed," She spoke with sarcasm dripping from her words.

"Well anyway," He continued on, after sending Rose a look. "I need your help setting up Abby and Fred."

Rose looked at him closely. "Why on earth would I help you do that? And since when did you play matchmaker?"

He jutted his chin out at her. "Since I felt like it. And you are going to help me because you're my favorite cousin, and of course, because you love me."

"Are you positive about that last one, because last time I checked that's not the vibe I was getting."

He took his turn to roll his eyes. "Well obviously you haven't kept up to date because I'm 100% certain I am right."

"If you say so, boyo, if you say so." From that point until the clock chimed signaling dinner, they came up with an amazing plan to set up Rose's best girl friend, Abby, with her cousin, Fred.

And they had a blast doing it.

No less than a single week later had James come running up to Rose with good news. "I can't believe it," He practically yelled. "It worked! It actually worked."

She laughed at his reaction. "When is the last time one of my plans hasn't?"

He just shook his head at her. "You know you're happy. Don't lie. It won't get you any points."

"If you say so," She told him, getting ready to go to Potions.

"I do, Weasley."

"Happy to hear it, Potter," Since they reached Hogwarts, the both of them had gotten into the habit of mocking each other with their last names, even though they were very much related.

"You know sometimes I think you ought to be a Slytherin with those sly plans of yours," James told Rose very matter-a-factly.

"Too bad I got stuck with you in Gryffindor." She smiled to show she was teasing. "I'm pretty positive that title went to Al, though."

"That it did," He began to leave to go to his class. "That it did."

Later that night, Rose walked to the Great Hall for dinner with her cousin, Albus. She waved to Abby as she sat down at the Slytherin table, and she waved back, and went back to her very intriguing conversation with Fred.

As she sat down though, she noticed all the looks being thrown at her. She gave a huff. "Are people ever going to accept that I, Rose Weasley, a Gryffindor, am eating at the Slytherin's table?"

"No," Albus told her. "Probably not."

At that moment a boy with a very uncommon color of blond hair sat down. "Hey Al. How was Arithmancy?"

Albus glared at the boy. "Just fine, Scorpius. Though it may have been better had you not ditched the class."

Scorpius shrugged, and then looked to Rose. "So," A smirk slowly became etched on his face. "How was the oh-so-famous Rose Weasley's day?"

She didn't even bother to look at the boy. "Just fine, thank you," Her tone was short, and words clipped.

"You know," Albus started. "You both ought to try better to get along. It's been nearly six years and both of you still can't overcome your differences and just get along."

"Maybe," Rose spoke, disdain very evident. "It's because we don't want to," She then took a great gulp of pumpkin juice before standing up and leaving. She really was not in the mood to argue with Albus over this once again.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter. Also the title is of an Artist, Kimbra.

AN: Some of this is different, some of it's the same. Yes, I did happen to change Caitlyn's name to Abby. I prefer it. I almost may have switched from first person to third, and I really hope none of you mind. Please let me know what you're all thinking and if it's better than the original. Thanks a bunch!

~YoungAndLiving