Initially, Sirius Black was relieved when Lily Evans finally asked out James Potter, in the beginning of seventh year. Both of them were completely blind twats, and he loved them anyway – through their furious arguments, witty banter, blushing silences and awkward stuttering. About bloody time -

Indeed, Sirius was probably the most euphoric at the news – the unresolved romantic tension between the two was absolutely killing Sirius – often, he had to fight the urge to grab the back of their necks and push their heads together, yelling at them to just kiss already.

And Sirius was the happiest person for them – and he congratulated Lily, who had asked the question in front of their Gryffindor classmates - (James, the loveable git, had stood there for approximately thirty-three seconds before opening his mouth to whisper, 'I'd like that.')

And it was bloody adorable at first - they held hands and stole glances at each other, and Sirius felt like a proud parent. 'I knew you two would get together!'

But months along, things were getting out of hand.

Really, completely out of hand.

Sirius watched them now, lying down on the grass by the lake's edge. Lily's hand was shielding her face from the sun, and her body was turned to James' own. He, in turn, was facing her. They were grinning. What in the bloody fuck were they grinning about?

They had been there for over a bloody hour! While Sirius himself was sitting only a few feet away, left to pull clumps of grass out from underneath him. Where did Remus and Peter go off to? The buggers.

'I love you.'

'I love you more.'

'I love you more.'

'I love you most,' Lily said, grinning in triumph. She pressed her lips to his nose.

'I love you mostest,' James answered. He rolled on top of her, pinning his elbows beside her, and proceeded to give her a good snog.

It gave Sirius the shits.

Honestly? Even when they weren't being bloody adorable, they were looking at each other. Lily had knocked over the jug of pumpkin juice twice in one week because she was too busy smiling at James. James would grin right back.

And now Prongs was the most jubilant man in the world. Merlin, every morning he woke in a good mood – hell, on some mornings he woke up with Lily by his side. Sirius and the others had to learn to get used to the sight of Lily coming and going to James' Head dormitory as she pleased. Often, James would try to waltz around the common room with Sirius – who blatantly refused. James would beam more than ever, and laugh more than he ever had – and he would always be holding Lily's hand.

Truth be told, Sirius always thought that Lily wouldn't let James get all sappy and disgusting – Lily was the fierce, passionate one who didn't accept anybody's shit – but no, she bloody encouraged the lovey-dovey actions that James was only too happy to perform. And Evans responded in kind. In fact, she was the one who would serenade James late one night in the Gryffindor common room. She was so weird – but that was Lily Evans.

He watched as James clambered to his feet and pulled Lily up – and oh, dear Merlin, they were dancing.

Not even James-Sirius waltzing, but ridiculous and goofy trips and twirls. It was so ridiculous, but that was James and Lily. Smiling at each other, lost in their own little world, swaying.

'I love you, you know.'

'That's good,' James grinned, resting his forehead against hers. 'I love you too.'

And Sirius didn't really mind about their absolute ridiculousness – they had six years to make up for it. And he didn't mind when Lily called him to join in – join in the ridiculous dance in the pale spring shine with his best friends.