"Are you sure that's what happened?" Ron asked, several hours later, for the sixth time.
Hermione sighed. "Yes, Ron. That was what happened."
Ron groaned. From the bed beside him, Harry tried to stifle a laugh. "He really ate Snape's robe, Hermione?"
"You were just as bad, if not worse," Hermione informed him. Ron shifted restlessly.
"We're not babies anymore. I don't see why we have to stay in the hospital wing."
"Madame Pomfrey wants to keep an eye on you," Hermione explained. "She's afraid you'll get sick from the potion overdose."
"It wasn't an overdose," Harry said, annoyed. "Snape gave us the antidote after the sleep stuff wore off. Malfoy's the only one who got sick."
"Git," Ron said vaguely.
"Ron," Hermione said sharply. "It's not his fault."
"Yeah, yeah, all right," Ron conceded. "But it was pretty funny when Snape came up here a couple of hours ago with the antidote and he tried giving Malfoy some."
"That was disgusting," Harry added feelingly. Hermione threw him a look.
"You should be resting," she told them. "I know you might not need it-" as Ron opened his mouth in indignation- "but I don't want Madame Pomfrey throwing me out."
"All right," Harry sighed. "I think that was one of the best extra-credit classes I ever took."
"I dunno," Ron yawned. "Maybe next time we can skip the baby thing."
"Not exactly," Hermione laughed. "Trust me when I say there won't be a next time."