Quidditch was terrible in the vicious rain. It started to thunder and it startled me a moment as I flew past the stands and up into the clouds. I could barely see through my goggles. Wondering if anyone else was having the same problem, I saw Draco for a split second flying towards me through the clouds at a dangerous speed. I gasped, waiting for the impact. I braced myself and went crashing into Draco, practically falling off my broomstick. The contact was like a ton of bricks crushing my chest. I saw a bright flash of light and heard a deafening clap, and all went black.

When I came to I recognized the familiar ceiling of the infirmary. With a sigh I began to sit up, but curtly slowed down when I realized how much pain I was in. I whimpered and reached for my legs. They were bare and I was in a cream colored gown, and suddenly wondered just how long I'd been lying there. It appeared to be night as a few torches were lit around the hall. I stopped looking when I saw Draco Malfoy laying a little ways to my right in the bed beside me. He seemed to be asleep. I slowly recalled my last moments of consciousness. This is his fault, that prick! He should've been watching where he was bloody going! Boy was I gonna hex him senseless as soon as I got better. I wondered impatiently whether we won the game or not as I glared over at Draco. And then I noticed something on his chest, which was exposed from under the blanket where he lay on his back. It appeared to be a burn of some sort. It looked rather painful, and I hoped it hurt, but as I was wishing ill against him, I felt a burning sensation at my own chest. I peeled the gown I was wearing back a bit and found the same sort of burn on my chest. It hurt something fierce. I had never been struck by lightning before; I'd never even so much as had a sunburn. The more I wished the wound was causing Draco pain, the more it hurt me. I fell back, overcome with the pain. I began to cry out, at which point Draco awoke, wondering what the noise was all about. I was crying it hurt so much. Madam Pomfrey came rushing from her office to help me. She told me to calm down and I wondered why she wasn't just giving me a potion or something to stop the pain—I was screaming my bloody head off. Draco was looking on with the strangest expression on his face. He seemed to be in pain as well but was handling it much better than I. I wanted to beat the life out of him—it was his fault I was here in the first place! Madam Pomfrey finally injected me with something and I was unconscious…

When I woke up again, it was daytime. I looked around and saw Draco sitting up in the bed across from me. He turned slowly and glanced over at me, and quickly away when he realized I was awake. He still didn't have a shirt on and I wondered why, but then I realized the bandage on his chest. It looked like Madam Pomfrey had bandaged him up, and I noticed the same thing on my own chest. It was odd; our wounds appeared to be in identical places. I started feeling angry again, just wanting to hurt Malfoy, and then the pain came back. I started breathing frantically.

"You're going to want to stop that," Draco spat over at me, keeling over slightly as if he were in just as much pain as I was.

"Shut up! You idiot—I—"

I was cut off when Draco fell out of bed on the floor. He seemed to be in extreme pain. I wondered if I was using magic to hurt him. I was wishing it so badly that maybe I'd willed it. Madam Pomfrey came rushing over to Draco and helped him back into bed, telling me to stop. I had to listen since I was already in so much pain. As soon as I took my mind off of Draco, he stopped writhing in pain.

"What's going on?" I demanded, sitting up and feeling weakened. Draco whipped around and faced the opposite direction so his pale back was to me. Madam Pomfrey began to explain what had happened when we got hurt at the Quidditch pitch. Apparently we'd both been struck by the same bolt of lightning when we collided, which explained the identical wounds and bandages on our chests.

"You're both lucky to be alive," Madam Pomfrey informed us, placing a potion for the pain on each night stand. She went on to say something about this same lightning bolt having passed through us simultaneously, having caused some sort of magical reaction to interwind us somehow. At that point I stopped listening, wondering what exactly she'd meant by that. Draco pulled his shirt on and stood up weakly.

"Wait, what are you talking about?" I asked.

"I know you two are on rival teams, so there must've been some tough feelings, but when you felt so much pain it was because you were willing it upon Draco, thus feeling what he consequently felt."

I was so confused that I didn't even know where to start.

"This sort of incident is rare but not unheard of," she explained. Draco was still standing there, with his back turned to me.

"Elemental magic is an odd form of magic. Lightning can strike through a piece of the soul, the only part of the body that is nearly magically impossible to access, unless through dark magic which very few have actually mastered. When the two of you collided, you were in physical contact at the time of the strike, which must have forced a piece of your soul into Draco's, and consequently, a piece of Draco's soul into your own. It's sort of like a switch, if you will…" as Madam Pomfrey carried on I felt myself feeling even more and more confused, and then I was horrified.

"I'll be late for breakfast," Draco said, starting off quickly before Madam Pomfrey could force him to take any more medicine.

"Are you saying…we're bloody connected?"

"Not to worry, dear. You're lucky the two of you didn't just swap souls entirely, otherwise you'd be walking around in his body," she said, pushing the potion into my hand from the nightstand. The thought of that horrified me even more, but I didn't know whether to scream or cry, or what, for that matter. What in blazes had just happened to me?