A/N: Just writing a random one-shot. This is inspired by the spiders (eleven of them – I counted) hiding between the couch, the cupboard and the wall. I immediately thought of Ron.
Spiders… eleven of them… hiding in the corner near where my head should be when I slept. This wasn't good.
And now one of them was moving. I shivered, and got off the bed. The way they moved, one leg at a time, one after the other. Just the thought of it made me go pale.
Now I was sick to the stomach. I wanted to vomit… but I also wanted to run away. Unfortunately, my legs wouldn't move.
Another of the spiders began to move slowly up the web towards the ceiling. I gulped.
The door of the empty common room opened. 'Ron. I though y-' Harry stopped. I guess he saw me frozen with fright. 'Ron, are you okay?' He saw what was wrong when he walked up next to me. He sighed. 'Ron, they are daddy long legs. They don't even count as spiders.' Harry said an incantation and waved his wand. All of them disappeared. 'Now go to bed. We have a quidditch match tomorrow and you need your sleep.'
I didn't think I was going to sleep that night. There were lots of nightmares heading my way…
A/N: I know it's short, but what the hell. Tell me what you think. Love it? Hate it? Review and tell me.