*I DO NOT own anything Harry Potter relats, nor did I come up with it. All of the ideas and things from Harry Potter are from J.K. Rowling.*

*Since I'm doing a fic of Angelina and Draco's kid, I thought I would do a light fic of their actual canon kids! I also wanted to get a little Weasley action in my writing! I might not update this one as much because it's just a light fic! Hope you guys enjoy, though!*

"Hand me the instructions." I command, speaking to my less than kind Potions partner, Scorpius Malfoy. Scorpius doesn't even look up from our cauldron. I can't see his face, his hair is in the way. He has shaggy-looking platinum blonde hair. Like a swimsuit-model, kind of. Just for that, I hope Scorpius dips his head too far into the cauldron and singes the ends of his hair off. I really could benefit from some anger-management classes. Apparently, I've inherited the Weasley temper.

"The last time I let you help me, you nearly killed us all," Scorpius explains, not meeting my gaze. I put my hands on my hips and huff. Scorpius is such a liar. Sure, the class had to evactuate, and a few kids couldn't see for about an hour, but no one died or anything.As far as I'm concerned, temporary blindness builds character.

"So what am I supposed to do? Just stand here and look pretty?" I ask sarcastically. Scorpius rolls up his sleeve, exposing a buff arm, and drops some boomslang skins into the cauldron. The potion in the cauldron bubbles and steams. Scorpius takes down some notes and adds more boomslang skins.

"Well, you certainly can stand there, it's the second part that's questionable." he answers. I roll my eyes. Since the beginning of term, I've been stuck with Scorpius and his nonstop snide remarks. Stupid Malfoy. I crane my neck to examine the sheet of instructions for the disintegrating potion we're supposed to be brewing.

"So what exactly does a disintegrating potion do?" I ask to no one in particular. As soon as I realize what I've said, I immediately regret asking such a stupid question in front Scorpius. He's probably about to rip my head off. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see him roll his eyes. He's itching in the bum to say something.

"That's a stupid thing to say. Even for you, Weasley." Scorpius snaps. What did I tell you? I knew he wouldn't be able to ignore it.

"I'm allowed to ask stupid questions. And my name is Roxanne." I tell him. I hate being called Weasley. It's so unoriginal and generic considering I've got eleven other cousins with the same name. Not to mention parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents, great-grandparents, great-great- well, you get my idea. I don't like it.

"You call me Malfoy, I call you Weasley," He reasons, adding more boomslang skins. At this point, I don't think he's following the directions anymore.

"Yeah, whatever. But the instructions say four boomslang skins. How many have you added?" I ask. Scorpius shrugs and makes a noise that sounds like 'dunno'.

"If you don't follow the directions, the potion's going to come out wrong," I warn him. I can't afford to fail this assignmenent. If I screw up another one, I'm sure Professor Vane is going to write my parents. Then I'm really going to be in some deep shit.

"I know what I'm doing, Weasley." Again with the Weasley. Scorpius starts stirring the potion. The wrong way, I notice.

"It says right here that you're supposed to stir it counterclockwise." I inform him. Scorpius makes a face att me like he wants to whip out his wand and hex me into oblivion. I ignore him, though.

"Aren't you the one failing this class?" He jeers. Low blow, Scorpius, low blow. And I'm not failing, I'm just not doing as good as I could be. There's a difference.

"I have an eighty-two percent, thank you." Scorpius smirks. Okay, that wasn't a very strong argument, but still. At least I can tell the difference between counter and clockwise. I reach out and grab the spoon from Scorpius, stirring the potion the right way. Like I said, I can't afford to have him to fail this assignment for us.

"What are you doing, Weasley?" Scorpius demands, snatching the spoon from my grasp. Again with the Weasley.

"Not failing this assignment. What are you doing, Malfoy?" I ask sweetly, trying to grab the spoon back. Scorpius's hand is in the way, and he won't let go. We probably look like complete loons, fighting eachother over a bloody spoon in front of the entire potions class.

"Let-it-go!" I grunt, trying to pry Scorpius' hands off of mine. He won't budge.

"Not likely," He says back through clenched teeth." I give one hard tug and my hip bumps into the table. Scorpius and I hop backward, forgetting our previous argument as the cauldron tips over. Potion seeps out everywhere, and everything it comes in contact with hisses, smokes, and crackles as it is slowly eaten away. Seconds later, there's a gaping hole in the table and all of our notes and instructions have burned up. It's beyond me why we spent an hour brewing this potion. Toxic waste would have had the same effect. Some of the annoyingly over-dramatic female students (I'm talking to you, Emma Longbottom) scream bloody murder and point at the terrible mess we've made. The room smells horrible now, like a dying cat.

"Nice going, Weasley," Scorpius snarls, his lip curling in my face. I try not to notice how fit he looks when he's angry. Try, mind you. "Looks like you've failed this assignment for the both of us. So much for a disintegrating potion."

"I didn't fail it myself!" I protest, crossing my arms. "And as the for the potion, I'm sure your breath could do the job just fine." Okay, that's a lie. Scorpius' breath smells like spearmint. I love the smell of spearmint in the afternoon. Professor Vane looks up from her desk. She immediately gets up and shoos Scorpius and I away from the mess.

"Must the two of you always destroy something? Especially you, Miss Weasley." Professor Vane gives us both an impatient glare. Scorpius looks irritated, as if it should be illegal for people to scold him. I, on the other hand, am completely used to it.

"With all due respect, Professor Vane, I'd like to say that this incident was kind of a team effort." I point out. Professor Vane doesn't look at all amused. It's pretty odd, because I'm a very charming person.

"Great, then I trust the two of you will have no trouble serving detention tonight as a team. Ten points from both of your houses." Professor Vane cleans the mess up with her wand and goes to check all of the other pairs' potions. Scorpius is still looking all pissed off and stuff. Really, we just failed one assignment. It isn't the end of the world. And yes, I'm aware that contradicts my earlier professions of how important this assignment was, but screw it. What's done is done.

"Will you calm down? You're acting like I've killed your mum or something." Scorpius turns and glowers at me.

"Is everything a joke to you, Weasley?" He asks. I would answer yes, but I have a feeling it wouldn't very much help the cause.

"No, but you need to lighten up a bit. You're harshing my mood." Scorpius rolls his eyes. Luckily, the bell rings and we're dismissed from class. Scorpius rushes out before I can desintegrate anything else of his. Well, that's what I think anyway. I put all of my books into my bag and leave the Potions dungeon. I'm so flipping hungry, I could eat three trolls. You see, I would have normally had my before-lunch snack during Potions class, but Professor Vane caught me eating in class last week and gave me detention for it. The woman hands out detentions like she breathes air. Apparently, it's unsafe to eat around potions. Even if you are currently making your partner do all the work. Being the responsible student that I am, I already had it all figured out. I practice safe potion-brewing.

"Rox!" Someone shouts, nearly tackling me from behind. Out of my periferal, I can see a huge mass of bushy red hair. It's definitely my cousin Rose. Okay, before I proceed into this ridiculously awesome story of mine, let me expain something to you. About six of my other eleven Weasley cousins have flaming red hair. Rose, Hugo, Lily, Dominique, Molly, and Lucy are all gingers. James and Al have black hair, Louis and Victoire are blonde, and even though we're half black, my brother Fred and I somehow managed to get auburn hair. Oh well, I think it makes me look cute. But yes, back to Rose.

"Why are you attacking me from behind again? I thought we talked about this, Rose." I say, turning around. Rose rolls her eyes. I don't think I've mentioned yet that she's the serious one. Rose is like a mild version of Uncle Percy, who no one likes. She and I are pretty close. We're like magnets- opposites attract. Rose is all serious and bookish and I'm, well, fun. Even Molly and Lucy aren't as uptight as Rose, and they're Percy's kids. Okay, maybe Molly's kind of uptight, but let's face it- one of his kids had to inherit the loser gene.

"Have you seen Dom? I let her borrow my Arithmancy textbook and now I need it! I need to study!" She says hurriedly. Brriefly, I consider giving her a brown paper bag so she can calm her breathing down.

"Nope, haven't seen her. And what d'you need to study for?" Rose looks at me like I've gone completely bonkers. Yes, because I'm definitely the one attacking my cousins from the back in a crowded hallway.

"The next exam!" Rose answers. Exam, ugh. Whenever I hear that word, I zone out.

"Which is...?" I ask, hoping it isn't today or anything like that.

"Three Fridays from now! Merlin, Roxanne, don't you pay attention in class?" That's got to be the dumbest question I've heard all day. Three Fridays from now? Jeez, I'm not even sure if there are any exams this Friday. While we're on the subject, let me get something straight- I'm not stupid. I just don't hold my grades in high value, which drives my mum insane. My dad doesn't really care, though. He was never a studious kid anyway.

"I'll let you answer that yourself, Ro. Let's just go to lunch, kay? I'm starved." Rose puts her hands on her hips. She's obviously upset because I'm 'not taking this seriously'. When do I ever take things seriously? The answer is never.

"How can you be hungry? You probably just ate." I shake my head and waggle my finger in her face, making contradictory sound effects. Rose huffs.

"That's where you're wrong, Miss Weasley. Thanks to a certain overbearing Potions teacher, I've been reduced to only my after-breakfast snack before lunch. My before-lunch snack privelleges have been revoked so can we go to lunch before I starve since I hacen't had a snack in like three hours?" Rose looks confused. Merlin, I'm good. I make a pleading face and poke out my bottom lip for effect. Rose sighs.

"Fine, whatever. But you're studying with me tonight." She tells me.

"See about that... I've got detention tonight." I say hurriedly, steering Rose in the direction of the Great Hall before she can kick me in the shin and run away. Rose slaps her hand to her forehead.

"Roxanne, what did you do? I swear, one of these days you're going to give me a heart attack ," it's scary how much Rose can sound like my mum sometimes.

"It's not what I did. I believe a certain Scorpius Malfoy is to blame." Okay, that isn't exactly true. It was kind of my fault. Just a smidgen. If Scorpius had of taken my accident prone-ness into account, everything would have went fine. But he didn't, so it didn't.

"What did you do?" Rose repeats. What is this, some interrogation?

"Well, I may have accidentally knocked over a cauldron full of disintegrating potion. I may have," I add for emphasis. Rose gasps and glares at me. I swear this girl is my mother in a five-foot two ginger body.

"How could you do that?" She questions accusingly. It was quite simple, really.

"I said I may have. Don't go putting words in my mouth, okay? And no worries, I won't be alone. Scorpius got detention too." This doesn't seem to make Rose feel any better. She really needs to relax.

"Well, at least there's justice in the world..." Rose says. Finally, she agrees with me!

"I know, right?" Rose rolls her eyes again.

"That was sarcasm, Rox." She informs me. Oh, well. In my head, she meant it. I throw my arm around Rose as we enter the Great Hall. We sit at the end of the Gryffindor table, with all of our family and friends. I take a seat beside my twin and partner in crime, Fred Weasley. I am very proud to say that he is the only person in Hogwarts history that has had as many- if not more- detentions as me. We had our '300th Detention Spectacular' last month. It was brilliant.

"Got another one! Beat that!" I announce triumphantly, looking at my brother. He looks excited for me.

"Dang, Rox! Fourth one this week!" Fred and I slap five. One of our cousins, Al (who's real name is Albus- HAHAHA!) looks confused.

"Got another what?" He asks. All of the Weasley/Potter kids roll their eyes. Come on Al, get with the program.

"Detention, stupid!" Lily says, punching him in the arm. Lily's a violent little thing. And when I say little, I mean it. Even though she's fourteen, she's like four-foot ten. She's a red-headed garden gnome. Louis groans.

"Seriously? You're killing me," James, Al and Lily's older brother, groans. James has only got two hundred and seventy-eight detentions, and he's in Seventh Year. The poor thing. Fred and I are going to have him beat for good before term ends.

"What'd you do to get this one?" Louis asks, raising his blonde eyebrows. I'm sure he's a bit miffed too. He's got two hundred ninety-one detentions. Fred and I are going to have to keep on our toes. Veela-Boy's coming for us.

"Knocked over some disintegrating potion," I say nonchalantly.

"Professor Vane?" It's so predictable by now.

"Yep. What can I say, the woman loves me." I stand up and pantomime a bow. Fred and Louis laugh.

"She's your biggest fan," James jokes. In reality, I think the woman hates me more than Voldemort hated my Uncle Harry. If you don't know the story, it's some pretty potent stuff. Molly and Rose give us their best disapproving mum-glares. I think they practice in the mirror when their noses aren't shoved into books. That's the only explanation for a glare that good.

"Oh, will the four of you stop comparing detentions? It's nothing to be proud of!" Molly hisses. Louis makes a face at her like he disagrees.

"I don't know, Mols. I'm feeling pretty proud. What about you guys?" He asks, looking at James, Fred and me. Fred nods a little bit too eagerly.

"Oh, yes! Very proud!" He answers, mocking Molly's whiny voice perfectly and pushing a pair of fake glasses off of his nose. Everyone cracks up except for Molly. Honestly, Molly needs to chill out. Fred and I have a bet going. He thinks Molly's going to have a heart failure by the time she's thirty. I think he's wrong, though. My galleons are on twenty.

"You lot are so immature," Molly says, as if this is some stinging comeback or something. She scoops all of her books off of the dining table and leaves the Great Hall. See, I told you. Twenty.