"Ow, my stomach…"

Harry awoke with a start. Her took one look at the ceiling and groaned. How the hell did he end up in the hospital wing? Harry did a check on all his limbs and realized that he was not alone in the bed. He turned his head and got a face full of white blond hair. Draco was curled up on his side next to him, clutching his stomach, eyes squeezed shut. Harry admired his cuteness, then caught a glance of red hair. Two beds down, Ron lay in a similar state…next to Hermione?! What was going on?

"Hurts…"

Harry's eyes widened. That was not his thought. He sat up, but immediate regretted it. His stomach felt like it was on fire. He was forced to lie back down.

"Yeah, I tried that already," thought Draco.

"You could have warned me," thought Harry, curling up on his side, facing Draco.

"Sorry."

"Madame Pomfrey?" Harry called in a gravelly voice. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Madame Pomfrey?"
The nurse poked her head out of her office.
"Finally awake, I see," she chirped, walking over to his bedside. "How do you feel?"
"My stomach burns," replied Harry. "What happened?"
"You, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Weasley, and Ms. Granger were in a potions accident. You have been out for two days."
Harry suddenly remembered the explosion and purple goo. "What potion?"
"Professor Snape is trying to discover that right now. From what I can gather, Mr. Longbottom and Mr. Finnegan messed up a strengthening potion."
"Longbottom messed up a potion? Who would have thunk?"
Harry turned to look at Draco, who now had his eyes open. "He tries, but he just isn't good at Potions. Be nice."
"What just happened?" asked Madame Pomfrey, who had been watching them.
"It appears that Draco and I can hear each other's thoughts and respond to them in our minds. Probably because of the explosion. I think I remember a click in mind my before I blacked out."

"Oh crap…I think I am going to be sick…" muttered Draco.

Harry summoned a basin from across the room and handed it to Draco, who promptly vomited. Harry rubbed his back until he was finished.

"What the hell is going on?" asked Draco, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

"I second that question, Malfoy," croaked Ron, who had finally woken up. "Why am I in the hospital wing and why am I in bed with Hermione?"

Madame Pomfrey sighed. "You are in the hospital wing because you were in a potions accident, Mr. Weasley. You are in bed with Ms. Granger because every time we tried to put you in separate beds, you became very ill. The same thing happened to Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter. I have a feeling that this newly discovered mind-talking has something to do with it. I need to tell Professor Snape this. It may help him discover what potion it was." She returned to her office, leaving a perplexed Ron, Draco, and Harry.

Harry relayed all of the findings to Ron and Hermione, who woke up shortly after Madame Pomfrey left. Ron and Hermione also recalled hearing a similar click in their minds before blacking out.

"I wonder what Neville added wrong to the potion?" said Hermione. "It wasn't that hard to make."

"Knowing Longbottom, anything," muttered Draco, who was trying to prop himself up on pillow without making any sudden moves that would cause his stomach to revolt again.

"As much as I hate to agree with you, Malfoy, you are probably right," replied Ron.

Madame Pomfrey walked into the room and smiled. "All awake I see. I need to run diagnostic tests on everyone to see what is causing you stomach pain. "

She walked over to Harry and ran her wand down the length of his body, stopping at his stomach. She looked surprised, but continued on to Draco, Ron, and Hermione.

"Well, at least I can tell Professor Snape what the main symptom is," Madame Pomfrey muttered.

"Which is?" asked Harry anxiously.

"Pregnancy."