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Fourth years Slytherin seeker Albus and his best friend Scorpius decide to prank the Ravenclaws before their big match with Gryffindor. A couple hairs, some ingredients, and a fistfight later they find themselves brewing up some Polyjuice potion. After being nearly caught, Scorpius realizes he's stuck between a rock and a hard place with the one person he absolutely cannot stand, Rose Granger-Weasley.

Chapter 2:

Scorpius sat with his legs crossed, scrubbing away at yet another golden trophy until it couldn't possibly get any shinier. He sighed as he threw the Most Successful Brewer of 1991 in the "finished pile" and moved onto scrubbing the Wizard Chess Champ of 2003.

"AGH, why won't they just let us use magic to do this. There are hundreds of trophies in

this room." Albus scowled as he looked over at Scorpius. "How are you already halfway done?"

"Because I spent less time complaining and more time working. Besides, as I'm sure you're aware, using magic would defeat the purpose of Detention."

Albus rolled his eyes, throwing his dirty cleaning cloth at the unsuspecting Scorpius.

"Hey! We're only here because of you anyways. You just can't let go of last night's Quidditch game."

"I'm not the one who laughed! And come on. We lost to Ravenclaws. Thomas, was one of our best players and all of a sudden his broom starts going loony on him? Obviously, they did something to it. They can't just get away with it, we've got to retaliate."

"That's not a good idea Al and you know it. We'd never get away with it."

"But they're Ravenclaws for Merlin's sake! They spend more time reading than they ever do practicing. I swear they cheated."

"What's wrong with reading?" Scorp laughed.

"Oh, I forgot, Scorpius Malfoy, first in our class, would much rather be nose deep into a History of Magic than anywhere near a Bludger. You've got to be as Bagshot as Bathilda if you don't like Quidditch."

"Don't you mean second?" A voice called out from the doorway. A skinny redhead stood leaning against the entrance, arms crossed, a playful smile on her face. Another light-haired girl in similar Gryffindor robes stood behind her, impatiently tapping her foot.

"Please don't start Rose," Albus called out knowingly.

Scorpius stood up, dropping plaques in the process, and stalked his way over to the door. "Yeah, only because I had the flu during our Transfiguration mid-term. Unfortunately, my father isn't on a first-name basis with half the faculty. Unlike some people, I can't just have a test date rescheduled when it's convenient."

"You're insufferable. That was only one time and you know it was for Victorie's engagement party. It's not my fault your own cousin, Teddy, forgot to invite you." She countered smugly.

"Ah and here I was, thinking that after 4 long years of school, my two best friends would finally stop wanting to murder each other," Albus mumbled to nobody in particular.

"Just admit it Malfoy, I'm smarter than you." She scoffed, ignoring her cousin.

"More gullible? Definitely. More arrogant? You got that right. More ginger? Clearly. Smarter, however? I think not Gryffindork."

Rose having now abandoned the door stood directly in front of Scorpius, her hands balled into a fist. He was intimidatingly taller than her now so she used her deathly stare to compensate.

"OKAY, I think that's enough bickering for one day don't ya think?" Albus ran forward and grabbed Scorp's shoulders, shooting his cousin a look. "Besides, Filch should be back any moment. I refuse to spend another hour cleaning without magic."

"Exactly, let's go Rose." The blonde girl who had been quiet until now reached out for her friend's hand, slowly dragging an annoyed Rose away. "I wanna stop by the infirmary before we work on that ridiculous Herbology project."

"Right, fine. Anyways, Albus I only came here to inform you that Hufflepuff disqualified. Their keeper was caught trying to brew up some Felix Felicis. We're going against the Ravenclaws for the cup, a little after Christmas." She smiled brightly. She was, in fact, the Captain. Scorpius turned to look at his friend, the Slytherin seeker.

"Right well, kick their arse for me. I was just telling Scorp that they jinxed Thomas's broom the day we had our match against them. I'd rather have my favorite Gryffindor win over those

loser Ravens any day, oh, and don't tell the others I said that." Albus laughed, he could already picture the irritated reactions of the rest of the Weasley/Potter tribe.

Up until now, Rose's friend hadn't been paying attention to the conversation, her primary focus had been to pull the redhead into the hallway and away from the trophy room but she quickly turned and shot Albus a dirty look.

"If they jinxed Thomas's broom, explain how Dante and Jasper were the one's who got hurt." She furrowed her eyebrows.

"Who?" Scorpius asked the blonde.

"The Ravenclaw backup Beaters, remember? The ones who fell into the stands. Jasper's one of the few nice ones. They were filling in while the regular Beaters were stuck with Prefect duties." Albus answered.

"Oh right, I forgot. They're with Pomfrey right? I heard they're going to be there for at least 5 weeks. Even during the break. Apparently, they're both allergic to Skele-Gro? Now that's just bad luck."

The blonde rolled her eyes, only now did Albus notice how puffy and red they were as if she had been crying. Rose glanced warily at her friend then back to Scorpius.

"You're SO insensitive. Come on Callidora, let's go. Bye Al, try not to piss off Aunt Parv again." With that both left the room.

"What did I do this time?" Scorp looks exasperatedly to his best friend.

"Girls." Albus shook his head and picked up Healer of 1997 and started scrubbing.