Not to be taken seriously folks. I own nothing except my musing. JK Rowling owns all canon characters.
There they are. Nice and round. Clear circles that reflect the light perfectly. Draco couldn't believe he had actually snatched them. It wasn't like Potter was ever without them for Merlin's sake.
It had taken Draco nearly two whole days to catch Potter unaware's. It had actually been on the Quidditch Pitch that the opportunity had revealed itself. And, being the sneaky, conniving Slytherin that he was, Draco had pounced on it.
It wasn't difficult really. A bludger to the head, and Potter had fallen neatly off his broom. Well it was only 6 feet to the ground after all. No need to be such a crybaby about it.
Draco raced off the pitch with is prize. Laughing evilly to himself, he headed to his dormitory to show off his coup. Potter could do without his glasses for awhile.
And he would have too. If Granger hadn't witnessed his enemy's defeat and come charging to the rescue. I am going to get her someday. Just you wait and see.
As soon as I figure out how to reverse this shrinking hex. Bint.