"Do you think they've been hexed?" the sound of voices and the feeling of people nearby dragged Harry back from whatever corner of the universe his brain had decided to visit this time.
"I don't think it's normal to smile like that if you've been hexed," Harry recognised Hermione's voice, but he couldn't quite drag his eyes open yet.
"We should tell Professor McGonagall," Neville put in his thoughts on the matter, "they're out cold."
"Maybe you're right," Ron agreed.
That struck Harry as a very bad idea and as he heard the sound of movement towards the door he reacted rather than thought anything through. There was a slam from the direction of the door and a squeak from Neville.
"Who did that?" Longbottom asked rapidly.
"I did," Harry said, or at least that's what he tried to say as his brain realigned with his body. It came out rather garbled.
"Harry?" Hermione asked and as he opened his eyes he found his friend leaning over him.
"Hmm," he said knowing that anything more complicated was liable to come out as gibberish, or at the least in the wrong order.
"Are you okay?" Hermione continued her questioning.
Harry blinked up at her for a few moments while deciding on an answer. When his friend's face came into focus and stayed that way he nodded and pushed himself off the floor.
"Fine," he managed to say and was glad to find that the word was understandable.
"Have you two been sniffing something?" Ron asked dubiously. "You look stoned."
Draco was still lying on the floor, but Harry could tell that his soulmate was awake, he was just not moving yet. Ignoring Ron's enquiry he reached out to his lover's hand. Draco reluctantly opened his eyes and sat up as his limb was pulled. He looked somewhat nonplussed and Harry couldn't help worrying.
"We're not stoned, Weasley," Draco said evenly, "Harry just forgot to read the small print on a spell."
"There wasn't any small print," he defended himself, but ran out of steam quickly, "at least I don't think there was."
"You probably forgot to turn the page," his soulmate responded pointedly, but there was amusement coming from Draco's direction which waylaid most of the anxiety.
"What spell?" Hermione asked curiously.
Much to Harry's delight Draco stuck out his hand for the young woman to see, proudly showing her the ring.
"Oh my," Hermione said with just a touch of awe in her voice, "that is beautiful. Harry did you make this?"
He nodded, not sure what to say. Draco was brimming over with pleasure as he let the three standing Gryffindors see the ring, but Harry was not sure if he'd been forgiven for the unforeseen side effects yet.
"He has some talent behind those round glasses," Draco said in a neutral tone, "although he hides it well sometimes."
Harry had the sense to look sheepish and apologetic. Draco grabbed his hand and held it up next to his own so everyone could see.
"So this is what you've been hiding," it was Ron who made the observation. "What do they do?"
To a Muggle it would have been a strange question; to a wizard it made perfect sense: very few things in the Wizarding world were only what they appeared to be.
"They're protection against the Dissaepius curse," Draco said with a mixture of pride and love in his voice. "Harry didn't realise the magic would have to align properly after we put them on. It was rather an overwhelming experience."
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Gold Tinted Spectacles (Hecatemus Book #1)
Fanfiction(Drarry) Harry Potter is about to enter his seventh year, and things are not quite what he expected. He is no longer the angry boy who watched his world fall apart at the end of his fifth year, but neither has he completely found his place yet. He i...
