"I don't like Spiders"
"It's not funny, if you must know when I was three, Fred turned my-my teddy bear into a great, big, filthy spider because I broke his toy broomstick…you wouldn't like them either if you'd been holding your teddy bear and suddenly it had too many legs and…" (Ron, book 2, chapter 9, page 155, US edition)
"Ronnie, are you okay?" Molly asked her youngest son, kneeling down next to him. There was a minor gash on his forehead but besides that he looked fine.
"Tree ran-an into m-me!" little Ron wailed.
"Mum, he broke my broom!" Fred cried stamping his foot.
"Well, you shouldn't have let him on it," she scolded, picking up the three-year-old. "He's much too little to play with it."
"Yeah!" Ginny added, clinging to her mother's robe.
"Shut up, stupid!" George said, sticking up for his twin.
"George, don't talk to your sister like that!" Molly rested a hand on Ginny's head. "Inside, both of you, we'll have a chat with your father when he gets home."
"How come we always get in trouble when stupid Ron is stupid," Fred asked, sitting in the family room, waiting to see what his punishment might be.
"I donno," George looked around, finding himself thinking about Hogwarts again.
"Oi, you thinking what I'm thinking?" Fred picked up Charley's wand, which was still in its box with the rest of the school things.
"Ickle Ronniekins is playing over there, think up something good!" George urged, watching closely as Fred inched closer to their younger brother.
He thought a while, closed his eyes and pointed the wand at Ron and his teddy bear. There was a puff of smoke and when it cleared, Fred was afraid to open his eyes.
Slowly he did. Ron had a look of pure terror on his face, as pale as a bleached sheet. In his arms was a hairy, black, eight-legged spider.
The color drained from both twins faces as Ron screamed and threw the spider away from him as hard as his little arms would let him.
Molly ran in from the kitchen, Ginny in her arms. With the skill only an experienced mother had, she whipped out her wand and vanished the spider without dropping little Ginny. She picked up the crying Ron, tucking her wand in the hand that was holding the girl.
"You two boys will be in so much trouble when your father hears of this," Molly threatened, patting Ron's leg comfortingly.
Fred and George both got a punishment they would never forget, and learned a lesson that stuck the same. They never wanted to see their brother's face that scared ever again, neither did they want their parents that upset and angry. Never again would they play such a horrible trick on any of their brothers, or their sister. Only other people would get that pleasure!
A/N: I know it's probably been done but I absolutely love Ron, and arachnophobia is my biggest fear as well. I love the quote from the book and I just took a chance and wrote a one-shot for it…thought I'd take a break from Jakki's Masquerades for a while. Don't worry thought; I'm still working on it!!! Any ways, thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it, and review!! Love you!!