Disclaimer: I own nothing here. Which I don't love, but what can you do? Even if I did own Harry Potter I wouldn't be able to do it justice. Not like J.K.
Harry's heart was thudding in his chest. "Y-You're joking." he said, but he wasn't sure.
"Are you calling me a liar, Potter?" Draco demanded.
"No! It's just..."
"Here." the blonde boy sighed, pulling his wand out of his pocket. "Hawthorne, seven and a half inches, Dragon Heartstring. It was a gift from Father on my eighth birthday." he explained in a would-be-bored tone of voice, except he was smirking too, proud of himself. He cleared his throat. "Argentum!"
There was a flash of green light. Harry flinched, but nothing happened. And then he saw the window. Now opaque, it had gone a gleaming silver. He could see his reflection in it. "How did you -- ?" he asked, gazing in, amazed at what he saw there.
He didn't look like himself at all! The tan he'd got from yard work at the Dursleys was completely gone, his hair was pale blonde (though still hopelessly untidy), just like Draco said...
In fact the only thing that remained recognizable were his eyes!
Harry blinked a few times. His vision was horribly blurry. He removed his glasses, thinking he must have something in his eyes, and wiped them. "Bloody hell." he breathed.
Draco wasn't listening. "Mother taught me that spell. Very useful..."
"Draco."
"What?" Draco asked, raising a thin brow.
"I can see." said Harry.
"Fantastic." came the dry reply. "Shall I clap?"
"You don't understand. I haven't been able to see this clear without glasses in...ages..." he said, waving the battered spectacles about.
Draco looked bewildered.
Harry saw him open his mouth, but the compartment door slid open suddenly, and the words got lost as both boys turned to look at the bushy haired girl standing there.
"Hello. Have you seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one."
A/N: Feedback makes me smile. .