Dream On

James Potter never wanted to wake up from this wonderful, frequent dream. He sat on the edge of a sheer cliff, his legs dangling over the side as he overlooked the ocean he had once seen as a child. This could have been identical to that moment almost a decade ago, except for one thing. His arms were around the shoulders of a pretty red-headed girl, staring out to sea. Her head rested against his chest, hiding her sparkling green eyes from view, as her lithe form curved against his own. They sat, not moving, not speaking, but eternally lost in the moment. It was the closest thing to heaven he could possibly imagine- holding Lily Evans in his arms.

Every time that I look in the mirror

All these lines on my face gettin' clearer

The past is gone

It went by like dust to dawn

Isn't that the way

Everybody's got their dues in life to pay

James suddenly tightened his grip around the girl as he unconsciously he thought that maybe he would return to reality and she would hate him all over again. She looked up into his face and smiled- the beautiful, captivating smile that had captured his heart by fifteen. James grinned back and leaned forward, but as his mouth brushed her own, the dream was suddenly fading away! His clung desperately to sleep, fighting wildly to slumber forever, trying to hold on but could not stop himself from regaining consciousness. He kept his hazel eyes closed, wanting greatly to go back to that wonderful dream, where the amazing Lily Evans didn't hate him, where the one girl he had ever wanted, wanted him as well; where his friends didn't tease him about a silly, obsessive "crush", where peace had closed in around the two and their troubled world, threatened by nothing at all. Where James could admit that he truly loved her…

I know what nobody knows

Where it comes and where it goes

I know it's everybody's sin

You got to lose to know how to win

Suddenly, he noticed hazily something was different, almost surreal. A heavy object leaned against him, moving up and down ever so slightly. He could have sworn that it was breathing and realized that it must be true as a gentle stream of warm air lightly swept against his neck. Thoroughly comfortable, James didn't want to move, but his insatiable curiosity overcame his teenage laziness. He sluggishly moved his hand from where it lay crushed, tangled in his perpetually messy black hair, and brought it slowly across his chest until it brushed against something soft and vaguely familiar, something he would know anywhere but now in his sleep clogged mind.

Half my life is in books' written pages

Live and learn from fools and from sages

You know it's true

All the things come back to you

He immersed his fingers in the downy smoothness and rather hesitantly opened his eyes, not wanting to ruin this peaceful, dreamlike feeling. He stared at the ceiling of the Gryffindor common room, recognizing it from the many times he had fallen asleep on one of the couches within it and figuring that he must have slept down there again. The being beside him suddenly sighed against his chest and snuggled against his frame, bringing him out of his sleepy reverie. The young man turned his head slowly to look down upon the mysterious creature nearly on top of him. The sight almost stopped his love swollen heart with absolute ecstasy.

Sing with me, sing for the years

Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears

Sing with me, if it's just for today

Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

He saw his fingers wound slightly in long, beautiful red hair and a lovely, yet of so maddening porcelain face lay against his chest. The girl was still sleeping, hiding her magnificent emerald eyes from view within thick lashes. James Potter laid his head back against the couch and closed his eyes, a joyful smile leisurely spreading across his contented face. He gently tightened the grip he had around the prone form of Lily Evans and wondered almost fearfully for a moment what would happen when she woke up, but quickly pushed the mulish thought from his mind as he sunk into a breathtaking feeling of true bliss. His seemingly hopeless dream had suddenly come true…

Dream On, Dream On

Dream yourself a dream come true

Dream On, Dream On

Dream until your dream come true

Dream On, Dream On, Dream On...

A/N: This is my first Lily and James fic- I really like the characters so I will probably be doing many more of them. This whole songfic format is working for me so I guess I'll keep using it! Remember, these will be one shots, but maybe when I write a longer fic, maybe I'll somehow write these little episodes in! By the way, any thing familiar, isn't mine (I know, sad isn;t it?) for the song belongs to Aerosmith, and the charas to J.K. Rowling; but today, I drew a picture of the Statue of Liberty! I own something! And, I will own even more if you people all review! Yay!