Hey Guys! I'm pretty sure this is going to be a two-shot, maybe three depending on the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I am not the fabulous JKR, therefore I do not own Harry Potter.

"You don't understand. I can't go back there. They hate me," Rose pleaded.

"They hate me just as much as they hate you. You weren't having an intimate moment with yourself. I was there too," James attempted to comfort his cousin, ultimately succeeding making her giggle, before her seriousness returned.

"But they caught us," she reminded him miserably.

"We were in the coat closet, and we knew people would be leaving sooner or later."

"Well, yes, but if Uncle Percy hadn't come back to reunite with the family, then he wouldn't have come, and we wouldn't have been found out."

"Rose, it was only a matter of time, but-" James replied sadly.

"We have no choice. We have to face them. Uncle Percy ruined it."

"And facing him wasn't enough?"

"No," she told him. "We have to tell them this time. We already showed them, or at least they've heard about it," she mumbled.

Grabbing her hand, he squeezed it lightly. "I know. So I guess it's now or never, isn't it?"

. . .

"I'm sorry. I can't accept this." Ginny said, putting her head in her hands.

Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron were sitting in the Potter-Weasley parlor after everyone had left, and were listening to their children explain their complicated relationship.

"And you thought we would be okay with this?" Hermione stated loudly, standing to pace the large room.

"No," Rose started, "but we didn't think we didn't think anyone would find out!" she finished angrily.

"How long has this been going on?" asked Ginny, standing to join Harry on the couch.

"Days." James responded simply. "Only days."

"And what's gone on in these days?" asked Hermione.

Harry stood suddenly. "Is that really the question you want to ask them? They live in the same house for Merlin's sake! God only knows what they've done under this roof."

Rose looked to James in desperation. "And why," she asked, turning to face her uncle, "would you assume the worst? Honestly, we're smarter than that."

"Clearly not," Ron mumbled. "You're still snogging your own cousin."

"Dad!" Rose shrieked. "If you can't accept that I'm in love with James, then I'm leaving," she stood, grabbing James' hand, and together, they walked out, leaving the four adults in stunned silence.

. . .

The backyard was empty, but for the two lost-looking people in the garden. Their fate had been sealed by their parents.

Knowing there was no way around the situation, looking him dead in the eye, Rose dropped his hand. "Let's go to Vegas."