"C'mon Harry, it's time to get up!" yelled Ron from the bathrooms. "We can't just sleep through this day, as much as I know we both would love to."
"Ugh…," moaned Harry grumpily. "I don't wanna go... Please... Just 18 more hours... You can't make me go... I refuse... Go away..."
"Come on Harry, none of us want to do anything today, but we have to. C'mon, if we have to do it, so do you. We'll go through it together. We're tough. We can make it," shouted Dean from his bed.
"Easy for you to say," Harry replied grumpily. "Dean, you've got Seamus to spend the day with. Ron, I've seen you with Lavender, don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about." Harry snickered as Ron turned beet-red, and started to mumble something about just friends. "So all of you just stop all this about knowing how rough it is, alright? Just stop. Now." Harry rolled over sulkily, burying his head in his pillow. Then he lifted his head up, rolled his eyes to the heavens, and screamed as loudly as he could. "I HATE VALENTINE'S DAY!"
Disclaimer: I did not come up with Harry Potter or any of the characters involved in the Harry Potter stories. J.K. Rowling is the genius behind them. This is why she is a very rich woman. Go her!