Headcannon that Harryβs glasses arenβt prescription (because the Dursleyβs couldnβt 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 heβs just used to them) and is astonished by the level of detail in everything. Heβs looking at everything. He grabs Ronβs face and is like, βMate, you have so many freckles,β and Ronβs just like, βYeah, duh?β And he goes back to Hogwarts for eighth year (he can actually read whatβs on the board and comes to realize he doesnβt hate studying as much when he doesnβt 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 donβt understand why is he so pretty this isn't right heβsnotsupposedtobethatprettyMerlinstoplaughingRonthisisnβtfunny
