A/N: Finally, Easter break is here. Been waiting for this break for a really long time.

Anyway this collection of one-shots is inspired by a Kit Kat ad in here. It involves a really muscular guy and a tiny spider. It kinda reminds me and my housemate of Ron's fear of spiders. Of course the guy in the ad is nothing compared to Ron - Ron's far more attractive. Heehee.

This one-shot is kinda a sequel of Lucky since it's set two months after their marriage. But as usual you don't have to read that one to understand this. Although I'll appreciate it if you read that one first.

Disclaimer: All characters of Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling.


DAMSEL IN DISTRESS

"Finally," he said, lying down on the sofa with his head on her lap. "No offence, love, but I've been waiting for your parents to wish us goodnight ever since they stepped into this house."

"Was having my parents as guests really that bad?" asked Hermione, looking down at him.

"No, of course not," he answered, reaching up to caress her cheek. "I mean it was great that they finally came to visit and see our new house. But when you woke up really early for six days straight, it was far from great." Ron paused for awhile to sigh. "It was a wonder, really, that I didn't fall asleep on them."

Hermione smiled. "I'm sorry for making you clean the whole house the Muggle way. You know how different it is to clean something with magic."

Ron nodded. "Yeah, you have this feeling that it's not clean enough."

Nodding as well, Hermione replied, "But I thank you for not whining in front of my parents. I'm glad you've kept it inside until they went back home."

"Do I get a reward for that?" he asked, grinning at her.

"Later," she answered, tracing his lips with her thumb. "We've got to wash the dishes first before we can do anything else."

"Do we really have to?" he asked. "Can't we use our wands so that I can enjoy my reward faster?"

Hermione laughed lightly. "Yes, we really have to wash the dishes. And no, we can't use our wands to do it." She started to stroke his cheek. "And we have to do it now before it's too late."

"Then I can have my reward?" said Ron, childishly.

She laughed again. "Then you can have your reward," agreed Hermione. "Come on, time to get up."

Ron sat up, letting Hermione stand up first. But before she could walk towards the kitchen, he suddenly grabbed her waist and made her sit on his lap.

"Ronald, you have to let me go," she said. By that time, Ron's hand had gone under her shirt to stroke her stomach whereas his lips went to kiss her neck. "R-Ron, I told you: you'll have your r-reward after the dishes are done."

"Can I at least have a small portion of the reward?" whispered Ron. "I deserve it, don't you think?"

"F-five minutes," gasped Hermione.

"Better," he replied, turning her around.

Both of their hearts started to beat faster. Even after years of dating and months of being married, it still felt like yesterday that they shared their first kiss just before the war on Hogwarts. Their stomachs still did a flip whenever they touched. They still had goofy smiles whenever they held hands. They still missed each other even when they're only apart for several minutes. They were still in love with each other even after years of being together, and they're not afraid to show it to the whole wide world.

Five minutes later …

"Ron, we've got to stop now if –"

"No," he said, hiding his face on her neck.

"Come on, Ron. Do you want your reward or not?"

"Magic," he said simply.

Hermione sighed. "You said it yourself – if we use our wands, it's not clean enough," she said, pushing his head back. "I promise: we'll do whatever you want for your reward afterwards."

Ron grinned. "Whatever I want?"

Hermione instantly regretted for saying it after she saw how her husband looked now. But she nodded nevertheless. "Whatever you want."

"Okay then; let's wash those dishes," said Ron, a little too eagerly.

Hermione then stood from his lap and offered her hand to him. "I have a feeling you're going to ask me something I'll remember for the rest of my life," looking at him suspiciously.

"We'll just see then, love," he replied, kissing her cheek. He then led her to the kitchen.

"Okay," she said, standing in front of the basin, "I wash, you dry."

"What if," Ron moved to stand just behind her and wrapped his long arms around her waist, "you wash, you dry and I make sure everything's all right?"

"Not funny, Ron," replied Hermione, hitting his hand lightly. "I said we wash the dishes, not I wash."

"Sorry," he apologised, kissing her shoulder. Ron then stood beside her, waiting for her to start. "Well then, what are we waiting for?"

"Hilarious, Ronald," she said, sarcastically, starting to do her task.

Ron just laughed lightly, and soon Hermione followed.

"I can always count on you for making me laugh in whatever situation."

"What husbands are for, right?"

Suddenly, Hermione had an idea. Smiling mischievously, she turned her face towards him and reached up. Knowing what she was going to do to him, Ron immediately stepped away from her reach.

"Don't you dare, woman."

"What?" she said, innocently. Her hand was out, ready to touch his face with foam.

"I know what you're going to do," he said, backing away slowly. "And I'm not letting you do it."

"Why not? I'm your wife – I'm allowed to do anything to you."

"Anything doesn't involve putting your dirty hands on me, 'Mione."

"Fine," said Hermione, giving up. She then went back to washing.

After making sure that Hermione was not going to do anything to him, Ron walked slowly to stand next to her and started drying the dishes with a dishtowel provided.

"Oh," said Hermione, all of the sudden.

"What is it?" asked Ron, hurriedly walking towards her.

"There's a spider on the plate I'm holding now."

Ron's eyes widened. He once again stepped away from her. "Kill it, 'Mione."

"What? I'm not going to kill this poor thing."

"Then throw it out the window or something."

"You know," Hermione opened the kitchen door to release the spider, "you've seen spiders bigger than this one, and yet you're still scared of a small spider."

"No matter how big or small the monster is, I still hate spiders," he said, goose bumps on his neck and arms. "You know what my brothers did to me."

"Yes, you've mentioned it to me more than once," said Hermione, walking back. "Come on, Ron. Let's continue."

"You sure you've already thrown it away?"

"Yes, Ronald, I am sure I've already thrown the spider away," she answered. "Now let's hurry up. We both have to go to work tomorrow."

Ron then made his way to stand behind her. Hugging her from behind, he nuzzled her neck.

"Ron, I wash, you dry – remember?"

"Thank you," said Ron instead.

"Whatever for?"

"For saving me from that little monster."

Hermione smiled. "You're welcome," she replied. "I'm sure you would've done the same thing for me."

"I would if I wasn't scared of that thing."

Hermione kissed his cheek. "It's okay, love."

Ron then released her and stood where he was supposed to. He then continued his task of drying the dishes.

"If I saved you from the monster, you're the damsel in distress then?"

They both started laughing.


A/N: Found any mistakes? If you do, leave me a review. I appreciate any kinds of reviews. :)

I've already written chapter two, but I won't put it up just yet - I haven't written chapter three. Any suggestions?

Til next time.