A.N: This is a very short fanfic that I wanted to post, this was for fun.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or spiders.
Hermione's POV
"Harry!" I scream.
I hear Harry fumble around and crash as he wakes up.
"'Mione?"
"Harry!" I scream again, backing up against the tent wall.
"What's wrong?" Harry asks.
"There's a spider!" One of my biggest fears were spiders much like Ron, spiders were evil little things.
"Oh, right. What do you want me to do?"
"What do you think?...Kill it!" I yell at him while glaring at the spider.
"Of course." Relisation dawned on his face.
Harry looked around.
"Uh...Where is it?"
Over there." I yell.
Harry looked where I wsa pointing, at the table. He walked cautiously eyeing the spider for any sudden movements as he picked up the death weapon, a shoe. A shadow cast over the spider as the shoe was raised centermeters away from its head. A whimper made its way out of my mouth as the shoe made contact.
"Why did you kill the spider Harry?" I ask him.
"You told me to!"
"Well you didn't have to listen to me!"
"But I didn't kill it."
"Then who did?" I ask doubtfully.
"The shoe..." He says sheepishly.
"Right then, give me the shoe."
Harry hands me the shoe cautiously, I snatch it from him. I walk to the enterance of the tent and throw it out.
"Guess we're a shoe down now." Harry states.
"Yes and you'd be a tent and Hermione down if you'd been the one that killed the spider and hadn't blamed the shoe."