Everyone expected great things from Peter Parker. A shy kid, but brainy, maybe a little too much for his own good, his submissive attitude and incredible skill were perfect tools in playing pet to some of the figure heads in big business. He would be not be the top, but in a very powerful position, non-the-less, it was said. One thing life has taught most of us is that things hardly ever work out as they're expected to, though.

It was a lazy, sunny morning. Peter was making breakfast when a chance glance out his window offered a view of an owl perched on the fire escape.

"Odd time for an owl." Peter thought to himself before noticing the letter tied to it's leg.

The letter was addressed to Mr. Peter Parker. He was a wizard.

One month later at Hogwarts

Peter had been placed into Gryffindor. With wit beyond measure, the few that had got to know him slightly in such a short amount of time had figured he would be more likely a Ravenclaw.

Peter had taken to slinging around on the towers of Hogwarts. He missed his Spiderman days of rescuing the helpless, and protecting the innocent. On one of his nights of slinging, he took a chance, and entered into the Forbidden Forest. He was having a good time apart from running into a few cocky centaurs.

Swishcrack

Peter was out like a light. He was dimmly aware of being carried. When he had completely come to, he looked up. There was one of the most massive, brilliant sights he could hope to have found.

"Hagrid, what are you doing here? I don't understand. That is a massive spider!" peter said with a slight appreciation.

"Yeh, this here's Aragog. Took a lot a plannin' ter finally get yer two to meet," Hagrid stated with a look of almost grim satisfaction on his face. "I had ter convince Dumbledore yeh had the magical skills worthy enough ter be admitted into the school, see? Yeah, you an' Aragog, yer gonna be good friends. I'll just be leavin' yer two alone, now."

Perplexed, Peter watched Hagrid walk part way before getting up to follow. Something was restraining him, and when he looked up, a long string of spider's web was coming from behind Aragog, and wrapped around him, pinning down his arms. The thread was being drawn back bringing Peter closer and closer to Aragog. He called out hysterically for Hagrid, but to no avail.

"You smell so good, and you're not quite human, are you my beautiful pet." Aragog said bringing Peter even closer to his deadly furry fangs.

"You talk?" Peter asked, horrified at what he felt might happen.

"I do. I have been so lonely, and Hagrid has promised for ages he would find me a mate. He is a good man. He always keeps to his word." Aragog said, nuzzling his head against peter's frail body. "This shall be interesting my little one."

The night morphed into morning before the sounds of cries of horror, and pleasure had ended. Within a few months, Peter Parker laid a sticky egg in the forest close to his mate whom he had learned to love. Aragog's great hairy body had become something of a turn on for Peter. He could never leave him now. Soon, little baby acromantula's were silently crawling out of their safe "womb" and into Peter's loving arms. Which they ate. They ate the rest of Peter too.

Fin