A/N: Wow, aren't I on a roll? Two stories in a week.

Actually I still haven't finished my last 2 assignments which are due next Friday and Sunday. After those 2, I will be free for around 3 weeks and I'll have my exams! That's less than a month and I'm not even prepared yet. *sighs*

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters belong to JK Rowling.

HELP ME

Sleeping on the bed was Ron Weasley. He just went to bed at 2am, talking to George about his new job at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes starting the next day (or in the morning since they had to start at 8am). He was all happy, nervous and sad at the same time; happy to finally be able to help George, nervous because it's his first time to have a real job, and sad as he couldn't spend enough time with his girlfriend. Cheesy people might think, but they couldn't stay away from each other for too long.

After finally confessing their love to each other, both Ron and Hermione were always seen together. Except for when Hermione had to go to Australia to retrieve her parents' memory. It's not because Hermione didn't want him to go with her; it's because his family still needed him around as they had just lost one important member of the family. After days of crying in each other's arms, they reluctantly let go and waited until Hermione returned with her parents.

Now that all three of them had gone back safe and sound, Ron seemed to not be able to have enough of her. Brunch, lunch (often only Ron had lunch as Hermione was still full) and dinner were always spent together – be it in The Burrow, Hermione's house or Leaky Cauldron.

Snogging was, of course, done everyday. Every time they saw each other, Ron would drag her away to his room or Hermione would corner him to an isolated place where no-one could see.

"Never knew you were like this," Ron had once told her when Hermione had out of the blue pulled him to the bathroom.

"Like what?"

"Oh I don't know," he said, "Kidnapped me when I was going to get some drink from the kitchen?"

"You mean you don't like me 'kidnapping' you to have a little snog with my boyfriend?" asked Hermione, innocently pouting and batting her eyelashes.

Ron growled. "I didn't say I didn't like it," he replied before attacking her lips again.

Half an hour after that, they both went out of the bathroom with swollen lips and messy hair. They were met by Ginny who had been waiting outside, wanting to get in. Passing the love birds, they heard her make a gagging sound and mumble "Disgusting." Hermione and Ron just laughed and went downstairs hand in hand.

At this moment, Ron was having a wonderful dream involving Hermione and himself doing Merlin-knows-what in her bedroom. But when the dream-Hermione was about to lift her jumper up her torso, he was woken up by a tap on his window. Knowing what it was without actually looking at it, Ron mumbled "Go away!" and stirred to his side.

Another tap and Ron buried his head under the pillow.

Then all of the sudden, "Ronald Weasley! Get down here this instant!"

Ron immediately took his wand and literally flew down the stairs. Having arrived at his mother's side, he stuck out his wand looking around the house for any signs of danger. "What is it, Mum? Where's the danger?" he asked, shielding her from whatever danger she was facing.

Mrs Weasley smacked the back of his head. "There's nothing but an owl from your dear Hermione."

Ron groaned and flopped down into the sofa. "Mum, you didn't have to yell at me for that," he whined. Nevertheless, he called the owl. As soon as the owl was near, it stuck out its claw, expecting the recipient to take the letter out. But realising Ron was not going to do anything but lean back with his eyes closed, the owl dropped the letter to his lap and flew to Molly before nipping Ron's hand none too gently. "Oww!! Bloody bird."

"Language, Ronald!" snapped Mrs Weasley, before giving the owl a treat.

Ron mumbled an apology and opened his letter. He was happy that he got a letter from his girlfriend, although he couldn't help but wonder why she sent an owl this early.

Dear Ron,

I hope you're fully awake by the time my owl arrives. But seeing that you're already reading this now, that means you're up. Unless your mother came to your room to shove you off the bed.

Ron chuckled. "Very close, love," he mumbled.

You know it's your first day at work; you're not supposed to be late. And you're not supposed to sleep late when you have to be somewhere else at 8am either. (In case you're wondering how I knew that, you sent me an owl right before you went to bed.)

Anyway, the point of my writing this letter is to apologise for not being able to be there for you this morning. I really really wanted to be right beside you before you go to WWW. Too bad I had to go with my parents really early today.

When I return, I promise I'll be there for you even when you don't want me to.

I'm sure you haven't taken a shower yet, so take a shower now before –

"Oww!!" exclaimed Ron. His mother had once again whacked him. "Mum!"

"Go take a shower."

"But I'm still reading," he said, rubbing the place where Mrs Weasley had hit him. He then continued reading,

– your Mum hits you. Or you'll be late!

Hope you have some fun at WWW today.

Love,

Hermione

P.S: Don't forget to send me a reply as soon as you've got the time. If I didn't get anything at all from you until the end of the day, I would definitely Disapparate from here to hunt you down. Love you.

Ron closed the letter slowly. He didn't know what to feel. Should he be relieved that Hermione would sacrifice her time for him? Or scared because she would literally murder him for making her worry?

"A nice girl, Hermione is."

"A scary one at that."

Ron groaned, knowing that both George and Ginny had been standing behind the sofa to read his letter. "Shut it, you two," he muttered, leaning his head back.

George laughed. "Hurry up, Ronniekins. You promised me last night you'd be at the shop at 7.45," he said. "Hit the shower before I hit you."

"What time is it?"

"Almost seven."

Ron groaned again. "Can't I –"

"Ron!" warned Mrs Weasley.

"All right, all right. I'm taking a shower now," said Ron, getting off the sofa with the letter in hand. Noticing a giggle near him, he turned to his little sister. "What are you doing up so early anyway?"

Ginny gasped dramatically. "How dare you? I'm a girl – girls wake up before any blokes do," she said, putting one hand on her chest for a dramatic effect.

Ron eyed suspiciously. "You have a date with Harry today, don't you?"

Ginny grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, is that obvious?"

Both George and Ron looked at her with raised eyebrows.

Before Ginny could retort back, Mrs Weasley announced, "Breakfast is ready!" When she saw her youngest son make the move to walk to the table, she added, "Not you, young man. You have to take a shower first before you can eat."

"Fine," mumbled Ron, going back upstairs with his head down. Hearing a few chuckles from his siblings, he yelled, "Shut up!"

Shower for Ron wouldn't take as long as his sister or any other girls would. He would only take his clothes off, turn on the shower, shower for a few minutes, brush his teeth (and sometimes shave his chin and jaw) and put on new clothes. He didn't have to look in the mirror to see how fresh he looked (well except when he had to go on a date with Hermione) and spend the whole half hour to comb his hair.

Today was no exception. Until …

"AAARGH!!" shouted Ron, immediately ran to the toilet and stood on the seat. "HELP ME!"

Three pairs of hurried steps were then heard. As the bathroom door was sill locked, they stood outside while banging at the door.

"Ron! Are you all right?"

"What is it?"

"Open the door, Ronald!"

"I can't!" replied Ron whose face had turned pale. "There's –"

"Are you decent?" asked Ginny.

"Yes, I am decent! Just get in and help me, will you?" he cried out. "AAARGH!!"

"Alohomora!" shouted Mrs Weasley who then kicked the door open. The trio went in and ran to Ron to see whether he's hurt. "Oh thank Merlin you're all right," she said, cupping his face.

"I am not all right! There's … there's a monster near the faucet!"

"You mean this little thing?" asked George, picking up the spider and showing it to Ron.

Ron let out a small curse and crouched in front of his mother, hiding himself from having to see the spider. "Get it away from me!" he whined. "You know how much I hate that thing."

"Oh come off it, Ron," said Ginny. "The spider is really tiny. How could you possibly see it from there?"

"Tiny or not, I could still see it from everywhere I am," replied Ron from the front of Mrs Weasley. He rested his forehead against her shoulder. "Throw it away."

Both George and Ginny shook their heads and went out of the bathroom, leaving Mrs Weasley with Ron.

"Is it gone?"

"Yes, Ronald; the spider is gone," answered Molly, stroking his hair. Kissing his forehead softly, she added, "You can finish whatever you were doing just now and go downstairs for breakfast afterwards."

Ron nodded. "Thanks, Mum." Just before she exited the bathroom, he called her again, "Can you make sure that none of them hides that spider somewhere around me?"

A/N: As usual, my apologies if I make some error somewhere in this story. And I really appreciate it if any of you points it (or them) to me in reviews.

Til next time..

P.S: Have you seen the extended clip of Ron Weasley where he was under the love potion? It's a downright LOL moment..