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Sun filtered down through the high windows of the boy's dormitory at Hogwarts, falling upon the sleepy, upturned faces below. One of the beds was empty, however- and its owner came flying into the room, slamming the door behind him. A loud "thunk" was heard as several objects collided with the oak planking while he slid the deadbolt home. He wiped his freckled brow and ran his fingers through his shock of red hair, equal parts fright and amazement etched upon his face. He shook his head and darted over to the furthest bed. Its occupant was obviously asleep; only a tuft of tousled black hair was visible over the covers.

"Harry, mate! Wake up!" The red-haired boy shook the sleeping one.

"Erma whatsits heh?" Harry mumbled.

"WAKE UP!" the red-haired boy yelled, pulling the blankets back to reveal a pajama-clad Harry Potter, still only half-awake.

"What, Ron? Can't you see I'm trying to sleep? Finally, no Quidditch this Saturday, and you want me to get up?" Harry tried unsucessfully to snatch the covers back.

"Harry," Ron said seriously, "we're stuck in here."

"What?" Harry responded, incredulous.

"There's about seventy girls outside that door, screaming that they won't leave until we date them."

"WHAT?" Harry sat up, pure disbelief evident upon his visage. "There can't be more than seventy girls in Gryffindor, let alone seventy that want to date us." He stood wearily. "You've just had a nightmare."

"No, seriously. They're all out there, begging us to have them."

"Look. If it'll make you feel better, I'll go with you." Harry hobbled over to the door, despire Ron's protests. He swept the door open, looking at Ron, and began, "See? There's no-"

He was cut off as seventy girls, crowded on the dormitory stairs, squealed with excitement. Some were even holding signs that read things like "MARRY ME, HARRY" and "RON IS MY HOMIE, YO". At once they all began to yell, screaming proposals. Harry quickly shut the door and turned around to find that the rest of the dormitory had awoken at the sudden shouts. Seamus Finnigan sat up, blinking in the sunlight. "What was that noise, mate?" he slurred. Harry couldn't even put it into words.