Imagine for a moment, that you are Ron Weasley.
In this moment, you are wandering around the chamber of secrets with your friend (who you are hopelessly, and completely in love with) Hermione Granger. Other than the fact the there is a giant, dead Basilisk just behind you, a wizarding war is raging right above you, you just killed a piece of the most-evil-thing-on-earth's soul, and you are in the girls bathroom, nothing is out of the ordinary. Then, you get bit by a spider after walking through its web.
A normal person might just scream, flap their hand, and then laugh about it with their mates. But bear in mind this is no normal person.
This is Ron Weasley.
"HERMIONE!!" Ron screamed, running around blindly through the dark passage way, flapping his hand, and looking ever so much like a decapitated chicken. "GET IT OFF!" He flapped his hand harder, whimpering, trying to break the spider's hold on his flesh. Oh god, he hated spiders, bloody things always made a mess with their webs, and the way they ate flies was simply disgusting…
"Honestly, Ron, it's your own fault for walking through the web." Hermione sighed, watching as Ron ran about some more.
"No, it's not; it's the spider's fault. He should have made his web in a brighter place so I wouldn't walk into it." Ron argued, raising his voice and flapping at the same time.
Hermione glared. "Don't blame the spider, he's innocent. It's your fault for not being smart enough to say 'Lumos'." She started to go toward him, wondering briefly how to help an overgrown baby who is overreacting.
"It's not my fault, it's yours!" Ron frowned, pointing an accusing finger at her. Hermione merely stared at him, smirking. "You're the smart one, you're supposed to watch idiots like me and make sure we don't get in this sort of mess!" He whined. Hermione blushed and smiled.
"Yeah, that is true."
Carefully, Hermione took his hand and plucked the spider off of it, ignoring Ron's un-manly whimper. And even more carefully, she brought his hand up to her mouth and pressed her lips to it.
Ron froze, retracting his hand slightly. "What the bloody hell are you doing?" He asked quickly. Ron was not entirely sure the dark would hide his luminescent blush.
Hermione avoided his gaze, staring at the ceiling of the chamber. "Mom told me that if anyone ever got bitten but something, to suck the venom out." She mumbled.
"Oh, Thanks then." Ron said plainly, sliding his hand back into hers. He silently treasured the feeling of her warm, plush lips against his cool hand, and it seemed as if it was over too soon.
"There." Hermione mumbled, her warm breath tickling his arm. "All Done."
Ron slowly retracted his hand, sudden realization hitting him, causing an overgrown grin to stretch across his face. "Hermione." He chuckled.
"Yes, Ron?" Hermione asked. They began to walk forward in the chamber toward the exit. As their feet clicked into sync, Ron pushed his luck by sliding closer to her.
"You know that was just a household spider, right?" He asked as normally as he could.
"So?" Hermione shrugged back.
Ron grinned harder. "So that means there was no venom to suck." Her footing faltered for a second, and Ron knew that she had just thought everything he had ever wanted to hear.
He burst out laughing. "So that means you just wanted to kiss me!" He chuckled, watching as Hermione blushed a brilliant shade of scarlet.
"Shut up, Ronald." She hissed, walking faster.
Ron grinned harder. Suddenly, he was becoming fond of spiders.