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Summary: In his sixth year Harry is utterly exhausted from all his work and tries to take a snooze in the Gryffindor Common Room.

Warnings: None, rated G, one-shot, please read and review

Let the story begin...

HARRY'S DILEMMA---

It was late summer at Hogwarts, and Harry had been worked into the ground; between Quidditch, advanced classes and friends, he was exhausted. In fact, he felt like he might drop off at any moment, as he rested his head against the desk he was working on, in the Gryffindor Commons. Only one thought could now penetrate his heavy skull: 'sleeeeeeep....must....sleeeeeeeeep.' Harry was starting to get irritated, upset even, as his not-so well-meaning but so-called friends prodded and poked him awoke – or rather, attempted to, as one hand just whacked at them lazily, as if shooing flies. Well, perhaps not quite so lazily, as a curse sounded from Ron, who had apparently attempted to breach Harry's permanent shield; it remained even when Harry himself was asleep or unconscious, and was a recent discovery courtesy of Hermione and long hours of research.

"Go 'way," he moaned half-heartedly, accidentally hitting Seamus in the eye, "Go away!" He was becoming more and more insistent now, his mind clearing, losing the fogginess that had previously permeated it – Harry realized, to his uttermost horror, that he was waking up! Nooooooo! 'I wanted to sleeeeeep, not be viciously attacked by nasty little classmates. Noooooo!' Harry thought peevishly. All of a sudden, he was awake, and stood facing Ron angrily, as he smirked in victory, surrounded by giggling now ex-friends. "Enough," he snarled, "All I wanted was a few minutes of uninterrupted sleep, but you couldn't let me have it could you? Y'know, I thought you were better friends than that; obviously I was mistaken," Harry surveyed the now ashamed and embarrassed faces with satisfaction. "I'm leaving, to get some peace and quiet, and if any of you lot follow me, I'll hex you into oblivion. Understand?" Faces nodded mutely, and Harry strode purposefully towards the stairs... only to trip over a conveniently placed pile of Herbology books. Harry nursed his thumping skull, which he'd whacked into the stone wall painfully. Quiet snickers were coming from behind him as he started planning just what revenge he would get on one Neville Longbottom... only one Gryffindor had such an interest in plants. Something highly embarrassing, Harry decided, as he began to plot...