A/N: Hey y'all! This was written for Hogwarts.

Amulets and Talismans Task 7: Write about someone who has vision problems or blind

Word Count: 781

Note: Percy is visually impaired in this fic, as a result of injury at the Battle of Hogwarts. I've done a lot of research on the topic, but if you think something is amiss please PM me. :)

WARNINGS: Mentioned injury, ableist attitude (not shown), slight sexual language

Thanks to Grace for beta-ing!

Enjoy!

Careful hands carded through Percy's hair, almost unrealistically gentle. Percy leaned into the touch, which had meant so much more to him since… the final battle. It was odd how much one's life could change in such a short amount of time.

Then those hands were removing his glasses, ghosting over Percy's unseeing eyes. "You're thinking too much again," Draco murmured. "What's wrong?"

Percy let his head drop against the younger man's chest. He swallowed thickly, unsure how to explain that he wasn't really feeling anything. The ignorance of others was annoying, but not unexpected.

"I don't know," he said at last. "I don't know how to feel."

The hands stopped their exploration of Percy's face. He hadn't actually seen Draco since months before the Battle of Hogwarts, but he could still picture the way the blond's brows drew together when he was thinking hard about something. "That's not anything to be ashamed of, Percy."

Percy's chest heaved as he breathed in deeply. "Knowing that," he said hoarsely, "and feeling that are two very different things."

His vision wasn't gone, after all. He saw massive shapes of blurred color on good days, and less on bad ones. The glasses helped when they could, and Percy was a fast learner; he was getting better at navigating the world each day. He was far from dependent.

But after another day of being treated like he was by various well-wishers on the street and in establishments, he felt like he needed to unwind.

He turned his head to face Draco, who was lying on the bed behind him. "Let's go out tonight," he suggested. "Just to have some fun."

Draco seemed surprised. "It's already late."

"I need a drink," Percy insisted stubbornly. "You've never been inclined to turn that down."

Draco groaned, but obligingly got to his feet. "I can't believe you're making me get dressed again. We'd just settled down for the night."

Percy only shrugged as he hurried over to their closet. He threw a shirt at Draco, then pulled one over his own shoulders. "Muggle pub tonight?" he questioned.

"Fine."

It didn't take them long to get there. They walked, since Draco hated cars ("I'm not getting into those Muggle death traps, Weasley, so don't even bother suggesting it."), and arrived at the pub shortly.

His hand planted firmly on Draco's shoulder because of the crowd, Percy and Draco made their way through the pub to a table near the back. Draco left briefly to grab them drinks, but soon returned with a beer in each hand.

The noise was a little overwhelming for them both, as neither was particularly fond of crowds, but a discreet charm helped fix that. Percy took a large swig of his drink, already feeling better than he had all day. Now that the music wasn't assaulting his eardrums, he was able to enjoy it. Conversation with Draco wasn't difficult, either, and they discussed trivial things for while.

When the conversation lulled, Percy switched topics. "Thanks for coming out tonight," he told his lover, reaching out to grab the Slytherin's hand. "I know you didn't really want to."

Draco huffed out a quiet laugh. "There are worse things than interrupting a quiet night with your lover. Besides" —Draco's voice lowered— "I know you'll find a way to make it up to me."

Percy grinned widely and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He could feel his face warming, but his blue eyes sparkled. "Do you, now?"

Draco paused to drink before answering. "You've never failed before."

Percy laughed low in his throat, then quickly sobered. "I'm lucky to have you," he told Draco. "I won't pretend the last year has been easy, or the years before that… but it's been easier with you. And better. So much better than it could have been."

Draco didn't respond for a moment. When he did, his voice was choked with emotion; whatever he'd just been pondering, it had brought up a lot of memories. He gripped Percy's hand tightly as he spoke.

"I'm the lucky one," he insisted. "Never… never think otherwise. I wouldn't be the person I am if it hadn't been for you." Then Draco was coming around the table so he could reach the Gryffindor more easily. "And I agree—life's been better with you."

They weren't usually so sentimental, but after such a stressful day, they both needed the words. Percy cupped Draco's jaw with his hand, enjoying the rough texture, then slowly pressed their lips together. Percy smiled through the kiss, which wasn't rushed—but wasn't gentle, either. It wasn't a horrible way to end the day.

It was pretty bloody wonderful, actually.