A/N: Just a little thing I wrote one night.
Spiders
No one understood just how much Ron loathed spiders. Every time he saw one of those... abominations, with their eight creepy legs... they're just so... creepy!
It was hard to explain to someone who didn't share his phobia, they didn't understand that the mere sight of one sent shivers up and down his body. They didn't understand that every time he felt a crawling sensation on his skin, he thought it was a spider! Being within several feet of them was bad enough, but actually having one on you?! Words could not describe his horror.
Spiders were bad, but if you kept them in sight and had someone dispose of them quickly, they weren't as bad. But if, god forbid, you should notice a particularly large one on your bedroom wall, and then leave to fetch someone to kill it, but it's no longer there... Well, it's damn scary. Spiders in general are bad enough, but having a spider somewhere where you sleep, and not knowing where it is. Well, that's just horrifying.
One of the problems with the Burrow was the fact that there were spiders everywhere, and the fact that Ron's room was never what you could call clean, didn't help. There were several occasions where Ron was awoken by a feeling on his arm, only to find a large spider scuttling there.
Sure, he could explain time and time again that he was terrified of spiders, and he could make up all the excuses he wanted. But, sometimes, the fear consumed him. There were certainly people with worse, and more reasonable, fears than he. But the fact remains that any glimpse of a spider would immediately send him into a terrified frenzy. He had a phobia, and it consumed him.
A/N: Ok, that was entirely me. I'm absolutely terrified of spiders, and I do wake up and find them on my arms. Also, I'm writing this right after seeing this huge spider on my wall, so finally I work up the nerve to do away with it, and I try and it falls and I don't know where it is. So now all of my sheets, pillows and blankets are on the floor and I'm sitting in the middle of my bed, refusing to put my feet on the floor... I keep on feeling spiders on me. //shudders// God, I hate them...