Ron followed Harry into the showers after a few minutes, stepping into the next stall. They were both silent for long moments.
"Mind telling me what's going on?" Ron asked eventually.
"Why do you think something's going on?" Harry asked innocently.
"Because 'Mione was crying. She never cries. And Malfoy was in your bed."
"Draco was in my bed because he's my boyfriend now," Harry said, sidestepping the whole Hermione crying issue.
"Yeah, you said. But why was 'Mione crying?" Harry sighed.
"Because she found out something that she really didn't like."
"What? Did something happen to her family or something?" Ron sounded confused, and Harry rolled his eyes at his oblivious friend, though he knew there was no way Ron would see it.
"No, Ron, her family's fine. So far as I know."
"Then what did she find out?"
"Why don't you ask her?"
"I did. She said to ask you." Harry sighed. "Harry, mate, you know you can tell me anything, right?"
"Yeah, mate. I know."
"But you don't want to tell me this?" Ron's voice was sad, but understanding. Harry sighed again.
"Not really," he said reluctantly.
"It made Hermione cry when she found out."
"So you're afraid of how I'll react."
"And I didn't want to tell either of you, because I knew it would upset you." Ron was silent for a long moment.
"Something's wrong, isn't it?" he asked, his voice resigned. Harry shrugged to himself.
"I wouldn't really say it's something wrong. It is what it is."
"And what is it?" Harry thought for a moment.
"You remember back at the end of last year, that explosion in Potions that put me in the Hospital Wing for so long?"
"Yeah, mate. I remember. We were worried."
"Well, something happened that I didn't tell you." Harry took a deep breath to steel himself against Ron's reaction. "The potion activated my seer gifting."
"But that's a good thing, isn't it?" Ron asked confused. "Gifts are good, and real seers are rare."
"That is good," Harry agreed. "Except that seer is one of the gifts that always takes something when it activates. It replaces something else."
"So what did it take?" Ron asked, clueless.
"My sight, Ron. I'm blind." There was a long silence.
"You haven't acted like you're blind."
"Because part of my seer gifting is seeing auras. I spent the summer here, learning to get around without sight. It helps that Hogwarts is such a magical place. Everything that's enchanted has an aura of its own, and it rubs off a bit on the area around it."
"So you're blind, but your gift lets you see, sort of."
"Yeah." For long moments, there was no sound but the running water.
"Could be worse." Harry was startled into laughing. He'd expected Ron to take it worse than Hermione had, but he seemed to be taking it better. At least, he wasn't yelling. Then again, Ron was magic-raised, not muggle-raised like Hermione. Off course she would think more about the blindness than the gift, while the gift would be more important to Ron.
"Ron, I'm glad you're my friend." Ron didn't say anything, but he could see his aura brighten with pleasure.