"Oh, and what have you done to yourself today Mr. Potter?" Madam Pomfrey strode out of her office as she noticed the pair bursting into the infirmary.

"It's not me, Hermione has been really sick all morning."

"Well, I guess the Potter charm kicked in a bit early. It was only really a matter of time seeing as how close you two are, though I wasn't really expecting this for another year or two."

Harry was clueless to what Poppy was alluding to, but Hermione was all too aware and began to blush and stammer a denial.

"It's, it's not that ma'am. Just cramps, and, and ah, a bit of an upset stomach. We're not, um, well, you know." Hermione promptly turned bright red and started to chew on her bottom lip.

Madam Pomfrey gave a quick flick and twirl of her want in Hermione's direction, and with a nod at the dull green glow, plucked a bright pink potion from the rack. "Here you go dear, next time it's this strong feel free to pop in before breakfast. This will help settle your stomach as well."

All the while, Harry kept looking back and forth furrowing his brow to try and figure out what was wrong with his friend. "Is she ok? What was wrong? Will I be getting sick too?"

About to explode from embarrassment, Hermione was almost too shocked at his questions to hear the mediwitch tell them to have a seat so she could explain.

….

Ron came into the dorm, finally finding Harry, "Hey mate, is Hermione going to be ok?" Harry jumped from his bed and ran to the bathroom holding his hand over his mouth. Ron looks at Neville "what's up with him?" Neville just shrugs and goes back to reading.