A.N : This story came to life based on a small plot bunny that refused to move away from my head. Hope you all like it.

DISCLAIMER : I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER.

He made his way into the muggle cafe, to get away from the sun for a while, and to get something cool to drink. The man had a strong built; clearly he spent more than his share in the gym. He was of an average height and had unruly black hair. There was a twinkle in his eye and a sense of mischief in his face. One look at him could tell that he wasn't a native of that country.

James Potter didn't expect it to be this hot in Australia. He came to the country to get a break from his fast paced life in Britain, in the magical community, as a famous Quidditch player, not to mention the fact that he was a Potter. The name itself carried a lot of baggage. Though James was better than his siblings when it came to soaking in the fame, there was only so much a person could take.

He let out a satisfactory sigh as a cool breeze hit his face as soon as he opened the door of the cafe. He went into the cafe and looked around. The cafe was a bit small but certainly had a homely feel to it. The tables were made up of glazed wood and the chairs were padded with cushions. Slow and melodious music played in the background in a low volume. The lighting was dim enough to give the place a peaceful look. The few customers that were in the cafe were all busy with their own devices and didn't even give him a second glance.

He smiled to himself as he decided that he could easily spend a few hours in here gathering his thoughts. He found an empty table and made his way over. He felt content to sit there in the cosy cafe, where nobody bothered him and left him to his own thoughts. After a few minutes, he took the menu which was in front of him and started looking at the contents of the menu. He finally decided on what he wanted and went over to the counter to place his order.

After getting what he ordered, James took the tray that contained his sandwich and coffee and turned around to go back to his table. But what he didn't expect was that a young lady was standing just behind him. The pair bumped into each other rather hardly.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't see you." James mumbled as he tried to balance the tray and didn't see the face of the lady.

"It's alright, my mistake too." she said as she stretched out her hands to help him hold the tray. James couldn't help but think that the voice sounded oddly familar.

"Thanks." James said as he moved his eyes away from the tray to look at her face. James wondered if his eyes were playing tricks on him as he gazed at the face in front of him. It wasn't a face that he had seen in nearly four years. He opened his mouth but not a single sound came out. He stood gaping at the lady in front of him.

She had bushy hair in the same shade as his mother, not to mention almost everyone on her side of the family. She was dressed in attire that suggested that she was working. And the expression she wore was one of pure surprise. But she was the first of the two to overcome it and speak.

"James?!" she stumbled to get that single word out of her mouth.

James looked up at her and the shock of seeing her was evident on her face. He seemed wordless and just stared at him. She smiled inward at the thought of leaving the great James Potter, or so he thought about himself, speechless, especially since he was always ready to give her a satire.

"R-Rose!" he exclaimed, after giving over the initial shock of seeing her. He seemed to be recovering as the expressions on his face changed from shock to happy to sad and ultimately settled on an angry look.

"Rose, you had us all worried sick! What were you thinking? Or were you even thinking at all?" he nearly shouted.

Rose grabbed his hand and gave him a glare that refrained him from shouting anymore. But she softened her expression as she said, "I think we should talk about it James."

James, not able to trust his mouth, simply nodded at the red-haired girl.

"Why don't you go and sit. I'll grab my order and come." she told him.

Rose watched as James went over to the table that he claimed. She let out a deep breath that she didn't even know that she had been holding. Rose leaned against the wall behind her as she attempted to gather her thoughts. She knew that she could never get away from her family, being as big as it was, but she never thought that James, of all the people, would be the first to confront her. It wasn't a big secret that the two cousins didn't get on. They were always fighting when they were young and as they grew up, learned to merely tolerate the other's presence.

At least she wouldn't have to explain as to she left in the first place; surely her father would have done that already. Urgh! Why did it have to be so complicated? Why couldn't he have just accepted her decision?

She took her order from the counter and made her way over to where James sat, bearing herself for what was about to come. When she reached the table, James smiled a bit sheepishly at her, as if to show that he was ashamed at how he shouted.

"Sorry for my outburst Rose. I didn't mean to shout like that. It was just a result of the shock of seeing you again, I guess." James apologized.

Rose was astonished at how sincere he sounded. Was it really the James Potter that she knew from her childhood, or rather had known, since she hadn't seen or heard from him in a long time? It could be possible that he changed.

"It's alright, James. Even I might have reacted in the same way, had the situation been reversed." she replied.

"Ah! But it's not, is it Rosie?" he asked, with a cocky grin, the one that irritated the hell out of Rose and that was the James that Rose knew.

But she smiled at him as she said, "You're right. It's not."

"Did you just say that I'm right?" he asked her.

"A few rare incidents occur once in a while James. But don't get used to things like that." she retorted to him.

"Cheeky as always, good to see that a few things never change." James said.

Rose shook her head and asked, "What are you doing here James?"

"Aren't I the one who should be asking you that question?" James shot back. As Rose made no signs of talking, he said, "Fine! I'll go first. Actually, I'm on a break from everything that's going on in my life."

"And what exactly is that?" Rose asked, trying to keep the conversation all about James and not about her.

"The fame and the media are finally starting to get on my nerves. So, I wanted to get away from all that." he said with a shrug and quickly asked before Rose could get a word in, "What about you Rose? What are you doing here?"

"You are on a break from your life and I'm on my lunch break." Rose simply said. She knew that that was not what he asked her but she couldn't give him the answer that he wanted.

But he seemed distracted by her reply as he asked her, "Your lunch break? Does that mean you live here, in Australia?"

"Yes James, I live in Australia now. It's been my home for the last four years."

"What work do you do?"

"I'm a reporter for a local newspaper company called 'The News Now'." she answered.

"'The News Now'?! But that's the most popular and prestigious company in the magical community of Australia." James exclaimed with wide eyes. In Australia, there wasn't only one newspaper available, there were plenty and all the newspapers often competed for the top position. But it is mostly TNN that stands first.

"Yeah, it is." she modestly said. "How did you know that?" she asked her cousin.

"I've been in this country for nearly two weeks Rose." he said as if that should explain it all. Rose nodded at him.

Soon a silence fell between them. Both didn't know how to break it and it was becoming awkward to the pair. Rose knew what James wanted to truly ask her. But she couldn't bring up the topic herself, she didn't want to. So she used that time to finish eating her lunch. The two cousins ate while the silence continued, broken by a remark here and there, but nothing of major importance.

It wasn't until they had both finished eating that James started. "So Rose . . ." he trailed off.

Rose took a deep breath and said, "Spit it out James. We both know what you want to ask."

"What happened that day? Are you really happy now?" he asked the red haired witch. Rose was moved by the concern that was present in his eyes for her. So she decided that she would answer his question for real now.

A.N : What do you all think? Leave a review to let me know your thoughts. It would make my day!

As for the readers reading my other story, Reunited, I am not abandoning it. I will continue once I get out of the writer's block that I got for that particular story.