"Like I said, you're going to have to earn it," remarked Harry with a smirk on his features. "Ron might be more understanding, in all honesty. Your family did...do some pretty terrible things to Hermione, if you remember." Harry's tone shifted a bit, a bit more darker at that moment. "I don't know if she'd understand it." Harry sighed quietly, shifting himself so that he leaned against Draco. His ice cream was practically melted by this point, forgotten in the depths of human contact and conversation.
Though, Harry welcomed the shift in conversation, looking up when Draco mentioned it. "You'd have to help me. I'm terrible at things like that," he admitted with a small laugh. "Hermione was always the one who would fix my glasses or delicate spells similar to it. I don't think I'd ever be able to wear them easily. There's also a vision correction spell too, isn't there? Hermione mentioned it one time, I think."