Wicked Witch of the West
Wordcount: 150
Rating: G
A/N: Written for the recent challenge at HP Last Drabble Writer Standing at LiveJournal. (http/community.livejournal/ldws/) but never posted. The challenge was to include the line 'when everything's made to be broken' from the song Iris by Goo Goo Dolls.
Hermione tied off the glimmering silk headband with a flourish, then stepped back to critically view the result.
"I look like the wicked witch from the west," she said finally.
Harry grinned. "A little. But you're the cutest wicked witch I've seen." He only wished that they hadn't been forced to match -
Hermione might not look good in green spangled dress robes but she had the excuse of being a girl. And lovely.
She twirled and his split-second decision to kiss her was overruled, though the monster inside him roared
at the thought she might dance with someone else.
Then her high heels got caught in the flimsy fabric. It made a feeble sound before sagging as she tore a hole through it.
"Murphy's law," they said together, sharing a brief smile and she shrugged.
"When everything's made to be broken, needle and thread is a witch's best friend."
