"GET THAT BLOODY THING AWAY FROM ME!" shouted Ron. Backing up against the wall he reached for his wand so he could stun the thing and then smash it! He reached in his pocket to find nothing but lint and a candy wrapper. 'Damn-it,' he mentally smacked himself for leaving his wand in the living room.
"Hermione, I swear to bloody Merlin that if you don't get rid of that…that…ruddy beast, I will leave and not come back till it's gone!" he panted, not taking his eyes off the spider filled container.
"No Ron, I will not," she said stubbornly, "It's utterly ridiculous that an almost thirty year old man is terrified of a small insect." She took out her wand and pointed it the container, it instantly morphed into a average size glass jar, spider still inside.
"Now, you've got two choices, one you open this jar, pick up the spider, you put it outside and you get over it or you can take the road less traveled and you can sleep with it next to you until you do. So what'll be, one or two?" She crossed her arms determined to win this fight.
"For being the brightest witch of our age Hermione, you can forget often enough that I am in fact a wizard and therefore I can just kill it with a flick of my wand," he said with a hint of satisfaction in his voice, "Or I can make it even easier for myself and just chuck the jar out the window."
"Not if I permanently stick it to your nightstand," she said stepping forward.
"You wouldn't dare," he said, advancing on his wife so that he was looking straight down at her.
"Watch me," was the last thing he heard before he saw her grab the jar and with a 'pop' she was gone.
"Damn you woman," Ron hissed under his breath as he ran into the living room to grab his wand. 'No use in apparating now,' he thought as he raced up the stairs, down the hall, then nearly bashing down his bedroom door, he skidded into the room. He froze, his wife was standing beside his nightstand with the jar on it and wand in hand pointed toward it.
"So Ron, last chance, what'll it be?" she smirked.
"Bloody hell Hermione," he said wiping his face with his hand, "No, I'm not going to do it."
"Fine suit yourself," she said as a spark shot out of her wand and the glass jar glowed a pale pearl color.
"You can't fake me out Hermione, I know you wouldn't permanently stick that jar to the nightstand," Ron said as he strode over to where she was standing, "It would ruin your furniture and you couldn't stand that." He bent his face down close to hers and smiled at her.
"That's what you think, desperate times call for desperate measures," she said, mimicking the smirk, "I dare you to try anything to get that off." And with that final word, she walked off laughing to herself.
Kinda short, yes I realize this...
but that's how the story goes
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Chapter 3 comin' right up