Poetry Challenge #6: Haiku about the Yule Ball

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Title: Yule Ball Preparations
Summary: Hermione prepares for the Yule Ball.
Characters/Pairings: Viktor/Hermione (ish)
Genre: Gen
Can the Order post to Tumblr?: Nah

1. Pink and red and blue
   So many colors to choose
   Which one to shine in?
   
   
2. Is pink too girly?
   (Is girly bad? Why'd it be?)
   Is it the right shade?
   
   
3. What about dark red?
   Or maybe a lighter shade?
   Is it too lion?
   
   
4. Periwinkle blue?
   She'd never worn that before
   Soft, but not too much
   
   
5. She flutters between
   And wonders exactly why
   She's overthinking
   
   
6. She just needs to pick
   Any one of them will do!
   Really, any one...
   
   
7. She reaches out and
   Her fingers stop just short of--
   A few inches from
   
   
8. It is just a dress
   She reminds herself once more
   It is just a ball
   
   
9. It is just a dress
   And it is just a ball, and--
   (He is just a boy)
   
   
10. She picks the blue dress
    Decision made at long last
    No going back now
    
    
11. It's a soft fabric
    The periwinkle blue sweet
    Silk-smooth in her hands
    
    
12. And it hugs her so
    Smooth against her skin as she
    Swishes skirt and frills
    
    
13. And she giggles-- like
    A teen girl in her first dance
    Which is what she is
    
    
14. And there's nothing wrong
    With having fun like this-- right?
    She can BE a girl
    
    
15. (At least for one night)
    So she takes a pleased breath and
    Smoothens her skirt out
    
    
16. She twirls one more time
    Revels in the feeling of
    Being just normal
    
    
17. The next step, of course:
    A bit more complicated
    She tugs on a lock
    
    
18. and chews on the end
    Thoughtfully, wondering how
    to tame her wild curls
    
    
19. She tries a few spells
    But none seem to work just right
    Close to giving up--
    
    
20. Her gaze lands to her
    right where a potion bottle
    says: Sleekeazy's
    
    
21. She pours a dollop
    And slicks it into her hair
    Eyes shut tight, hoping
    
    
22. When she opens them
    She stops, stunned, disbelieving
    Is that really her?
    
    
23. Her hair follows her
    every command, this time, not
    tangling and frizzing
    
    
24. When she's done, she thinks
    She's unrecognizable--
    Pretty. Beautiful.
    
    
25. But when he sees her
    His smile tells her he's always
    Thought her beautiful.
    

Evyclaw//125 points for Ravenclaw!