Draco's POV
Potter steps blindly into the Great Hall amidst the clatter of knives and forks and excited chatter. He squints around the room.
My gaze drops to his hand, in which a pair of broken glasses is clutched.
He stumbles towards Weasley and I keep my back turned, pretending not to listen.
"Where's Hermione?" Harry asks Ron. "My glasses have broken again."
The sickening Weasel replies with his mouth full of food. "Ummf, I dunno. I fink she's im a clahroom shtudying."
I take this opportunity to swing around in the bench and conquer my nerves.
"Potter, I can fix them." I offer.
Harry looks stunned at my help. He slowly shakes his head. "I think Hermione can..."
Without hesitation I take each half of the frame and place them on the table before me.
"Oculus Repairo!"
The two halves meld together and I hand a confused Harry his glasses back.
"Thanks?" he tries.
I hold back a grin. "No prob, Gryffindork."
