Most of the time –aside from on the quidditch pitch- James Potter got things wrong.
Thinking that Lily would notice him if he hexed Severus Snape's tongue to twice its size, he certainly got her attention, just for the wrong reasons.
Making a Polyjuice Potion illegally on school grounds to transform into Lily Evans for a short amount of time only so he could see her naked.
Misreading the signs that two of his best friends were gay together, as opposed to gay apart.
Being overconfident with that Charms OWL he spent half the time scrawling Lily's initials onto the back of the paper. He failed. This was followed, again, by the hexing of Severus.
Even though he had such an awful track record, he managed to get things right sometimes, because if he didn't his ego would only be plenty enough for three people, and not enough for James Potter.
"Lily," James wrapped his hand into Lily's. "I did something for you."
Lily, biting her lip, knowing what nearly always happened after James said those words, followed him up to the boys dormitories.
"James…" Lily's face fell.
Inside the boys dormitory, of which was constantly messy apart from the sectioned off area that belonged to Remus, was what seemed like a thousand pillows, pale blankets and bed sheets. Then, on almost every possible surface, hung twinkling fairy lights, bewitched to sponge from the magic within the walls of Hogwarts. Every surface was reflecting from the light that they threw across the room.
"I made you a pillow fort!" James exclaimed. "Sirius helped, and Remus helped with the charms on the lights and Peter… well, Peter tried."
"It's wonderful."
"Well, I do try." James admitted.
The pillow fort stayed in the seventh year boys' dormitory until they left Hogwarts seven months later.