Chapter 22
The entire Great Hall ogled at Professor Potter and Professor Malfoy as Professor Malfot coaxed the man who was obviously terribly ill into eating. Otis felt awful because when it comes down to it, it’s his fault, isn’t it?
Headmistress McGonagall clears her throat, effortlessly capturing the attention of the students,
“I’m sure you noticed Professor Potter is feeling a bit under the weather today, in his stead we will have Auror Weasley stepping in for him, he will arrive shortly.”
As if on cue Auror Weasley bursts into the hall and makes a beeline for where his friend had buried his head into Professor Malfoy’s shoulder.
***
Harry gives up on his glasses at some point, it’s hard to tell through the fever, which is awful enough as is. He’s warm, his brain hurts, he is notably not hungry though that doesn’t seem to dissuade Draco from feeding him, and he can barely comprehend what McGonagall is saying.
It’s far easier to bury his head into Draco’s shoulder like an ostrich at least it is until Ron shows up and sits down beside him. He feels Draco tense underneath him.
“Oh, it’s not contagious is it?” Harry waves him away with some sort of grunt he hopes gets the point across.
Draco answers for him anyways, “No,”
Harry decides to look from his place on Draco’s shoulder up at Ron, only to be met with the vast pointlessness of it all. What’s the point of looking if you can’t see? He squints more out of obligation than anything else.
“Woah mate, you really aren’t doing well.” Harry can only grunt in response.
***
Weasley was irking Draco to no end, asking senseless questions when Harry could at least be breaking through the fever.
“I was called in but they didn’t really tell me much else, care to debrief me Malfoy?” Draco suppresses the urge to call him out for using auror lingo in a school but explains the situation either way, “So he’s blind.”
“Nearly,” Draco corrects lacing his fingers through Harry’s hair twisting small braids.
Weasley watches them for a moment, “You both seem awfully close…”
Harry shushes Weasley and huddles closer to Draco, “Ron don’t be a dick.”
Weasley throws both his hands up and laughs loudly, “Alright, alright, how long will I be staying, might need to bring ‘Mione and Rose up,”
“There’s no telling really, he did a huge feat of magic,” Draco said feeling proud though he really had no right to.
“I didn’t do all that much,” When Harry looks up his eyes are twice as clear as before.
Draco arched his eyebrow and Harry rolled his eyes.
Weasley asses both of them, “Well I’m definitely bringing ‘Mione up now, she needs to see this,”
“See what?” Harry asked letting his head rest on Draco’s shoulder yet again.
Weasley went suspiciously red, “Erm- It’s- you know how she is, she’ll wanna see how you're getting on after pulling this sort of stunt.”
Harry seemed to take this at face value but Draco didn’t believe him. Still, there’s no use in accusing Harry's friends of lying.
“I’m sure you’ll want to have them down here anyways,” Draco allowed.
“Rose is actually babbling now y’know,” Weasley nods Draco’s way thankfully, maybe he thinks Draco knows what’s going on, “She can almost say mummy.”
“Aw really mate that’s wonderful.”
~~~
Dracos glad that the fever stays mostly away as he settles Harry down a little behind his desk. Harry seems mostly content to squint at Draco as he moves around the room.
“I wish I could show you what I’m seeing right now.” Harry speaks up, “Its hardly anything,”
Draco thinks about it for a moment, “I have a pensive in the back?”
“You’re brilliant Draco.” Harry stands up as if he was going to find the door all by himself.
Draco just wants to be close to him really, he could merely grab Harrys hand or find a spell that would help him but really. He’s a weak man.
Draco gives into the urge and grabs Harry by the waist to guide him and Harry stumbles a bit going a violent shade of red before allowing himself to be guided.
Entering the room, Draco places Harry’s hands on the edge of the pensive. Placing his hand between Harrys shoulder blades, Draco pushes some of his own magic into Harry as he draws the memory from his head.
When he’s finished Harry shivers, “Your magic…”
“Yes?”
“It’s lovely…” Harry stares blankly into the distance.
Draco feels his cheeks warm and is glad Harry can’t see it, “Thank you.”
As Draco views the pensive he feels Harry slip in with him Harry grins upon entering, “I can see in here, Merlin I missed your face.”
“What?” Draco splutters, there is no way he heard that correctly.
“Nothing don’t worry about it,”
The pensive starts playing the memory before Draco has the chance to insist he repeat himself.
It starts when Harry wakes up, Draco is astonished by the lack of panic, if Draco woke up one morning and couldn’t see he’d go straight to St. Mungos but Harry stumbles around the room almost calmly, it mostly speeds through the morning until Harrys without glasses.
Everything is a massive blur of colors, Draco can barely tell where one color starts and another ends but Harry doesn’t seem to have the same problem. He looks to be able to differentiate the blobs from one another with ease.
“Wow this really is bad…” Harry says looking around at stuff he’s already seen.
Draco turns, dumbfounded, “You didn’t realize?”
“Not really,” Harry hums, Draco pulls Harry and himself out of the pensive.
Draco quickly places his hands on Harrys shoulderblades again, “Show me how you usually see,”
***
Harry digs through his memories until he decides to just do their trip to the store.
He feels the cold rush of Draco's magic aiding him and can’t help but shiver again, its almost as beautiful as Draco himself.
When they step into the memory Draco gasps, “When was the last time you’ve changed your prescription?”
“My what?” Draco blanches.
“You’ve been using the same fucking glasses since you were eleven?” He almost shouts.
“I mean yeah?” Harry can’t understand what he did to piss Draco off.
“It’s a wonder you ever caught that damn snitch,”
“My vision was better back then,” Harry shrugs, “It was more of a feeling sort of thing anyways.”
“You’re lucky my class is about to start because elsewise I’d floo us all the way to Diagon Alley to get you new glasses.”
“I like my glasses.” Harry says, slightly offended.
Draco takes a deep breath in, “And they are very charming and we’ll be sure to get you ones with the same frame,”
He steps out of the memory.