Headcannon that Harry’s glasses aren’t prescription (because the Dursley’s couldn’t be bothered) and that his glasses are probably just the ones of some dead relative Vernon dug up from an old drawer, so that even with his glasses his vision is a bit blurry. After the battle of Hogwarts and everything, he decides to finally take himself to an eye doctor and get actual prescription glasses (he still chooses a pair of round frames because he’s just used to them) and is astonished by the level of detail in everything. He’s looking at everything. He grabs Ron’s face and is like, “Mate, you have so many freckles,” and Ron’s just like, “Yeah, duh?” And he goes back to Hogwarts for eighth year (he can actually read what’s on the board and comes to realize he doesn’t hate studying as much when he doesn’t have to hold the book two inches from his face) and all is going well until he spots Draco and just. stops. because Draco bloody Malfoy was not supposed to be that fucking pretty goddamnit. Shut up, Hermione, this is too a big deal Stop laughing Ron You don’t understand why is he so pretty this isn't right he’snotsupposedtobethatprettyMerlinstoplaughingRonthisisn’tfunny
