I have no idea what inspired this, since I've never really wondered about Harry's magical Snitch-seeing abilities myself.
Though I do love slash, this drabble does not contain any. I'm so disappointed with myself. Oh well.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
"Harry, I have a question," Seamus said, plopping down onto the couch next to Harry and startling the other boy senseless.
"Uh… yes?" the Boy-Who-Lived managed to get out after a few moments.
"Well, I was just wondering," the Irishman drawled, "about how you manage to play Seeker so well."
Harry blinked. "I beg your pardon?"
Seamus elaborated, "I mean, from what Hermione says, you have absolutely horrendous eyesight…"
"You know a word as big as 'horrendous'?" Harry interrupted dryly.
"Stuff it. So, getting back to the point… since you have such bad eyesight and all, how do you manage to find the Snitch so easily?" Seamus finished.
Harry tapped on the rim of his glasses. "I don't wear these things because I think they're cool, Finnigan. They help me see like a normal person."
"But aren't Seekers supposed to have better-than-average eyesight?" Seamus asked curiously, cocking his head to the side.
Knowing that saying "I'm Harry Potter; did you honestly expect anything different?" wouldn't suffice as an answer, Harry opted for a stuttered, "Er… I have really good instincts?"
Seamus looked blankly at Harry. "Right. What's the real reason?"
In turn, Harry just sighed and massaged his temples. It was going to be a long several hours.
Stupidity level: high. Satisfaction level: low. Why did I post this, then? Great question!