Scissors
She paused, with the scissors ready to strike. Dreading what would come next, she closed her eyes. Taking this moment to gather her courage, she plunged her hands downwards, snapping the blades shut mid-motion. With a wince, she opened her eyes and looked into the mirror to survey her hair; none was missing. Instead, in the space above her head, were the penetrating grey eyes that she knew so well. James. Recovering from her shock, she noticed his hand gripping her wrist.
"Lily Jane Evans, are you by any chance about to cut your hair?" He was smiling in that special way of his that made her stomach flutter, and what speaking in the mocking tone of voice that made her want to hit him over the head with a big rock
"Y-yes" She swallowed. "What's it to you?"
His grin widened into the grin that made her want to hit him with something heavier than a rock. "I like it long. I like the way it moves with you, how it curls at the ends when you've been out in the rain, how it catches the light. How it gets plastered to the side of your head when we have sex." He moved back, anticipating the slap.
"We haven't had sex!"
"Granted, although a minor technical detail. Besides-" He leaned forward, recovering the distance between them "-It's only a matter of time"
This time he didn't avoid her wrath, and as he rubbed his jaw, she said "Now you've finished inflating your ego, why are you up here? This is a girls dormitory, and unless there's something you've been hiding all these years, you shouldn't be here."
"I came to check on you-"
"-How touching" She interrupted
"Indeed" He smirked, and then schooled his expression into one of seriousness "Remus mentioned seeing you come up here with a pair of scissors and a determined expression. I thought you were making voodoo dolls of Peter, but I didn't expect to find you cutting your hair.
"I wasn't cutting my hair!" She exclaimed
"No, you're absolutely right; lets ignore the scissors and the determined expression, and lets ignore the complete absence of any dolls that look like Peter."
She sent a glare at him, a glare that said he had better shut up before he was clubbed to death with a dismembered penis.
He leaned forward, and kissed her on the lips. He leaned back.
Looking startled, she gaped at him, then grappled him to the floor
"I always knew you found me irresistible. Not surprising really."
"Shut up." She whispered, and kissed him.
Above then, resting innocently on the tabletop, were the forgotten scissors