"Oh come on Tiny, smile!" Remus laughs pointing the camera at me, James, Sirius and Peter.

"Marauders keep smiling so then Tiny will smile." James commands.

"Why's that?" I ask moodily changing poses.

"Smiles are infectious, they are contagious." James says smugly.

"I'm vaccinated." I say deadpan.

The Marauders just stare at me then absolutely piss themselves; clutching their stomachs. You see, since James - and only James he says - calls me princess the name Tiny is now what the Marauders call me. There are major rumours that I'm officially the fifth Marauder because I've got a nickname just like them. I still don't particularly like them but I'm warming up to them surprisingly.

"Come on Remus, get in here!" I yell.

Peter swaps to the photographer and he starts taking photos of us four. That's when Sirius announces we're doing piggyback races. He then pounces on Remus and demands that Peter take photos of this 'spectacle'.

"Princess jump on!" James shouts excitedly crouching down.

I do as he says and is surprised by James' sheer strength as he easily lifts me up. Peter shouts go and James and Remus run like madmen, me and Sirius on their backs.

"Ya Moony, ya!" Sirius shrieks.

"Sirius is enjoying the ride..." I whisper in James' ear so he can hear me over the rush of the wind.

James smirks and runs faster. We quickly overtake Remus and Sirius much to the latter's dramatic distress. James and I win crossing the finishing line but Sirius sends a playful spell knocking me and James down. We tumble down and I end up on top of James. For once, as he stares deeply into my eyes, James doesn't make some god-awful flirty line or cheesy comment. He just looks. The moment is ruined by four things... One, the snap of a camera. Two, Sirius wolf whistling. Three, a slap noise mostly likely from Remus to Sirius. Four, a dramatic ow.

"Oh! Sorry..." James says quickly, snapping back to reality.

The Gryffindor seeker starts sitting up, supporting me sitting up, where we end up in the position of myself straddling James. Before I can even say anything James gently and slowly tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. His hand lingers and then James slowly glides his fingers across my jawline. I can't move. Or say anything. I don't want to make things, uh, something. Doesn't help Peter the photographer keeps snapping photos.

"Help me up then Moony." I say suddenly.

Sirius does as he's told and he slightly turns us away from James, Sirius and Peter.

"You good?" Remus says quirking an eyebrow.

I just shrug.