I lie in the open grass on the Hogwarts grounds. It was finally close to summer, and I couldn't be more content. As much as I loved school, I felt relieved to have my O.W.L.S finally over and done with.

I let a sigh escape, and my eyes drifted back up towards the sky. "What's the oh-so-dramatic-sigh for, huh Evansy Love?"

There goes my peaceful afternoon.

I groaned internally, wishing that I could wish away that egotistical, arrogant voice. Don't tell me that I can't tell all of that from one sentence from him, because I can.

"What is it Potter?" I sighed again, too lazy to be angry at the moment.

"Oh nothing. I just saw you out here."

I felt him plop down next to me. I squinted one eye at him. His usual messy black hair, actually fell back from his face for once, as he tilted his face up to the sky, his eyes closed, and his arms propped him up. I rolled my one open eye, and let it shut again.

For once in his life, Potter was silent. I didn't interrupt that blessed silence that never happened when any of the Marauders were around. I just opened my eyes, and let them gaze up at the blue sky, patched with pure white clouds.

"I see a ship."

James looked down at me with a puzzled look. I returned his look and lifted my arm to point upwards. James followed my pointed finger up at the clouds.

"I don't see anything." His tone pulled my heart strings. He sounded so upset. Like a little kid who had lost the grip on their balloon and was now watching it as it floated up into the heavens.

So I sidled up next to him, hesitantly putting my arm around his shoulders, and pulling him closer to me, so he could see exactly where I was pointing.

"It's right there, kind of in the empty space. All of the other clouds are surrounding it. See?" Turning my face towards his was a bad idea. Seeing how close our faces were was making this position about a trillion times more awkward.

But then those chocolate eyes of his lit up, sparks flying around like snitches in the dark depths, and that devil loose grin made a show on his lips.

"I see it!" He yet again reminded me of a child, but one that had just gotten a second balloon.

I couldn't help but smile with him.

"Do you do this often?" He turned to face me, one of his eyebrows curving up.

"Only when I'm bored…and…usually when I'm alone."

"Oh. I didn't mean to intrude, I just-"

"No! No, you're fine!" The funny thing was, I was fine with it. I know it sounds impossible, that one minute, I can be so miffed that he decided to come find me, and be the chip on my shoulder, and then be completely content with his company.

James looked back up at the deep blue sky, which now had some pink frills around the edges from the setting sun.

"I still can't picture things very well though."

"Well someone doesn't have a very good imagination, do they?"

James rolled his eyes, a reply that usually came from me.

I turned my attention back to the great sky, and focused on the clouds again. Very quickly, shapes began to form out of the clouds right before my very eyes.

"I see a hot air balloon."

"A what?"

"Oh. It's a muggle contraption. A big basket on the bottom, and huge balloon getting filled with hot air. People can take rides in them."

"Sound an awful lot like Sirius." James said, sounding earnest.

I started at that, tearing my eyes from the sky, and staring at the boy next to me.

James turned his head as well. He gave me a questioning look.

I burst out laughing. I could barely contain it, it just kept coming! And embarrassingly, I was snorting. I could just imagine my mother, berating me at this very moment. "That's very unladylike Lily Evans! When you must laugh, you laugh quietly and politely! Not sounding like a rude, messy pig!"

Hearing my mother's voice in my head just made me start laughing even harder.

"Evans. Evans! Don't die on me Evans!" James started slapping my back, hard, but not painfully, while he started erupting in laughter as well.

I leaned my head on Potter's shoulder, not able to control movement from my laughing.

After what seemed like forever, our laughter died down, an occasional snort from either of us would come out, and we'd giggle for awhile.

"You know, I'm surprised you've never done this." I whispered.

"Done what Emeralds?"

I shoved him, but kept my head on his shoulder. "Quit it with the nicknames! And you know what I mean!"

"Oh! You mean the clouds! I see…well…I don't really know. It's never really crossed my mind to look up at the clouds and look for shapes, I guess." I nodded, moving my gaze back up to the sky. It looked purplish now, kind of like the bruise I'd given Snape's nose.

"There's a phoenix." James pointed over the lake, right over the sun.

"That's not a phoenix! That's a boot!"

"You have a weird imagination Evans."

"Thanks Potter. Love you too."

"Really!"

"No."

I shook from the silent laughter that coursed through James after my last comment.

Wait, why would he laugh about that? I frowned at that thought. The word had just sort of popped out of my mouth, I hadn't really meant it…but I did, right? I didn't love Potter. I knew that I didn't. I mean, sure, there were some moments, like this one for example, but then the next day, he'd go and do something toeragish and stupid, and it would be back to normal. Me hating him, and him pining after me.

"Now that one really is a fat guy riding a motorcycle."

I paused at that. "Where did that come from?"

"The cloud! Blame the cloud! I'm not being judgmental! Well…maybe. It kind of looks like Peter."

I snorted again at that one. "Riding Sirius' motorcycle?"

"Sure. It could be that too." He smiled down at me.

He did really have a nice smile…girls in my dormitory didn't lie about that…

"Hoi! You two! What are you doing down there? It's almost curfew! Get up here!" Filch's voice rang out over the grounds.

James and I jolted apart and stared up at the doors, at Filch's outline.

"Sirius is right." James said as we headed up towards Filch, taking huge steps just to get up the hill.

"About what?"

"Filch really does ruin the best moments." He nudged me with his shoulder, that grin back on his face.

"You know Potter, I'm pretty sure Sirius means it for something else."

James winked at me, his grin getting impossibly big, making him look more like the arrogant bastard he was.

That's another thing the girls in my dorm were right about. A wink from James Potter does really make you blush.

A/N: AND I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! Hellooooooo everybody! Finally, some more Lily/James goodness! I haven't written them for a long time!

And sorry I didn't post this right away, I had to do some revising…you know how frustrating that is…*sigh*

So here it is! (And I promise I'll update this one more often!) Cause I'm actually really excited for this one!

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