House: Gryffindor

Category: Drabble

Prompt: Glasses

Word Count: 421

Beta: Tigger

Harry rubbed at his forehead and groaned.

"Are you alright, mate? Is your scar hurting again?" Ron asked in a panic. Hermione glanced up from her book with a worried look on her face.

"No," Harry quickly reassured. "Nothing like that. It's just a headache. My glasses are just bothering me again." He flung the offending spectacles onto the table, leaned his head back, and closed his eyes.

Curious as ever, Hermione picked up the glasses and began to inspect them. "Are these the same glasses that I repaired when we were eleven?"

He nodded. "It's not like the Dursleys were going to spend the time or money taking me to the optometrist. And we've been a tad preoccupied over the past few years for me to worry about going myself after I got access to my Gringotts vault."

"Harry!" Hermione scolded. "No wonder you're having headaches. I should have remembered how terrible your eyesight was after we took that Polyjuice to get you out of Privet Drive."

"Gee thanks, Hermione."

"I'll schedule you an appointment with my old eye doctor. Oh, this is going to be so much better for you." Hermione hurried out of the room with her mobile pressed to her ear.

"Now you've done it," Ron muttered. "She's off on a mission again."

Harry chuckled. "If the end result is being able to see, I'm good with that."

"You say that now, but just wait."

'Ron was right,' Harry thought miserably. The eye doctor had given him a quick exam and updated his prescription. That had been the easy part.

"Try these on," Hermione ordered and handed him what felt like the hundredth pair of frames he'd tried on that afternoon. Ron had long since passed out in a chair in the waiting room.

Harry whined, "Hermione! Just let me pick the first ones I tried on. They were great."

"They were just like your old pair," she insisted. "Don't you want to try something different?"

"Not particularly." He shrugged. "I guess I'm just used to how I look with the round wire glasses. I like it."

"If you're sure," Hermione said slowly, waiting for him to contradict her. When he remained silent, she nodded. "I'm glad you finally made up your mind," she said as though he had been the source of their delay.

She snatched the desired pair and marched up to the front desk.

Harry rubbed at his forehead and groaned for a reason that had absolutely nothing to do with his poor eyesight.