"Lily, I was just talking to McGonagall about your Transfi-"
James stopped mid-sentence, his mouth dropping open as he stared at Lily. She was curled up in a large plush armchair, a book in her lap. She glanced up at him as he entered the common room.
"My Transfiguration what?"
James had, however, promptly forgotten what he had wanted to say, for the Lily in front of him only had three or four inches of dark red hair left on her head.
"What happened?" he spluttered. "Where's all your hair?"
"I cut it," Lily stated, looking a little annoyed. "What about Transfiguration?"
"I don't remember," James stated bluntly, taking a few steps forward and staring at her like she had grown a third head. "Why did you cut it?"
"It was bothering me," she said, giving up on getting anything out of him about Transfiguration.
James pulled himself from his short-hair-induced haze and grinned at her. "It's so cute."
He walked over and leaned down in front of her, putting a hand on top of her head and messing her hair.
"James," Lily warned, raising an eyebrow.
"Ah, sorry." James' boyish grin didn't fade, however, as he sat on the armrest of the chair and leaned down to press his lips to hers.
"It does look cute though," he murmured, running his fingers through the shortened strands.
She smiled against his lips. "Thanks, love."
Well, I wouldn't consider two drabbles in three days 'on fire' but it's better than it's been...I recently cut all my hair off...I just wish I had a James to tell me that it's cute...because my Japanese professor telling me it's kawaii doesn't count...haha