A/N: So, I love all the people who reviewed all of these stories. And making it a favorite is well received too. Anyway…I need to know if there are any more emotions that I haven't covered that start with 'A' (Besides Angst; I need a little help on that one). This one is called 'Anxiety'. And what better to write about anxiety than the time Ron's teddy bear turned into a spider?! Oh, so many fics about this… It's great. Don't worry, Ronnie! I share your pain…TT.TT… So anyway…I'm gonna write a disclaimer.

I don't own this beautiful, magical universe that is Harry Potter…I'm just using the characters for my own enjoyment.

NOW, ON WITH THE STORY!!!

Ron Weasley sat in the Common Room, attempting to write a 10 inch essay for Snape…due the next day. He was getting ready to fall asleep (again) when he saw something terrifyingly horrible.

A spider was about to lounge on his hand.

Ron screamed, sending the whole lazy Common Room to be frantic. He ran off to the corner of the room, screaming like a little girl. Harry and Hermione crushed the little spider.

"It's just a spider, everyone. Ron's spazing, go back to sleep!" Harry called out to everyone. Everyone sent Ron deathly looks as they went back to their original plans.

When Hermione reached Ron, she sighed. All he did was whimper.

"It's dead, Ron. Now stop fooling around! Get back and do your work."

"But…what if it comes back to life and…eats me?!" Harry couldn't help but let out a snigger at this.

"Ron, no way," he said, smiling. "Why are you so afraid of spiders?"

Ron shook his head.

"Oh come on, Ron, we've been dying to know!"

After a few minuets of protests, Ron gave in.

"Okay, come here and I'll tell you…You see…"

FLASHBACK!!!

"Here you are, Ronnie! A brand new teddy bear," Mrs. Weasley said, handing the four year old Ron Weasley a nice looking teddy bear. "Now don't lose it!" She called after him as he ran off to show everyone.

Later that day, Ron ran into the Burrow, crying his little eyes out.

"What happened, Ronnie?!" Molly said, hugging Ron. Ron looked up at his mother and said, "Mummy, Mummy, I've broken Fred and George's broomstick! Please don't be mad at me!"

Molly smoothed out Ron's hair. "Well, was it an accident?"

Ron nodded.

"Then I am not that mad. You should go apologize."

"I did, and they just yelled at me more!" Ron said, starting to cry again. Molly sighed.

"Well…go upstairs, clean up, and rest. I don't want your snot getting into your food when you sleep all over it."

"You got sleepy after you cried?" Hermione intteruppted.

"Shush, 'Mione, he's not done!" Harry cried. Ron went on.

Little Ron went up to his room and cuddled with his teddy bear.

"At least you understand me, Teddy," he muttered into its corse brown fur. Suddenly, Ron felt an extra pair of arms on the bear. Then, it started to grow more arms…eight, to be excsact. It then got bigger…wider…black…round…

"Ron, are you okay?" Hermione interrupted yet again.

"Shush!" Harry said.

Little Ron started to wail as the teddy bear morphed into a huge tarantula right before his eyes. Fred and George came out of nowhere and started to cackle.

"FRED! GEORFE! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!" Molly had ran upstairs to see what all the screaming was about. Little Ron rightly fainted.

"…And then I don't remember what happened. So…that's why I am so petrified of spiders," Ron finished.

Harry burst into a fit of giggles, while Hermione said, "It's okay to be afraid Ron. Just…a little weird…but perfectly normal."

A/N: Eh? Was it good? Cause in my half asleep state, it seemed great. Mabey I should go to bed now.

I love how I always forget about Harry and Hermione in my fanfics with Ron in them… I really don't like them as much, I guess. Well…I especially don't like Hermione…she gets on my nerves…(grrrrrrr). Well…goodnight everyone! Mabey tomorrow, I'll work on Angst and Apathy.