A/N Hey people! I edited my first chapter, that's why I had to delete my whole story and put it back on, now I only have one review, but there were about 3 or 4 in the beginning. Oh Well. BTW to answer a question a reviewer has indirectly asked me is that Teresa and her father are people who are just there to cause trouble in the world, they're like the people who came out of Pandora's Box. I rest my case. (If you still do not understand, please email me.) Hope you like the next chapter! :)

Chapter 3: Illusions

Ron woke up and cursed himself, he still had a really bad headache from last night.

The baffled red-head scanned his bed. Nothing he noted. But I was positive that I felt something...what else could have woken me so late at night?

A huge snore emerged from Neville's mouth. Ron had just found the answer to his own question.

Of course, I rest my case and with that, he lay back down in his cozy four-poster bed and tried to go back to sleep. Eventually he did.

In the Morning...

What a great night's sleep Ron thought as he yawned and rubbed his eyes. He looked up owlishly, he had a clear vision of his bed and the room.

He noticed that everybody else was still asleep. He threw the blankets off and stood up. Stretching, Ron his bunny slippers. They were a huge embarrassment to him. His mum had bought them at a discount price. Or so he claimed...

But he didn't feel fluffy slippers; he didn't feel slippers at all. In fact he felt something cold, hairy, and...alive! The same description of...

"AAAAAAAAH!!! SPIDERS! BLOODY SPIDERS EVERYWHERE!!!"

Everyone in the room woke up with a start, cursing Ron. They all pulled their blankets over themselves trying to get some last minute sleep.

Ron crouched as far as he could away from the edge of his bed.

Harry noticed the expression of pure terror etched on Ron's face.

"Ron, what's wrong?" Harry asked with a yawn, noting that nothing was out of the ordinary in the room.

"There are spiders Harry. Can't you see them? They're everywhere!!" Ron answered.

Alarmed, Harry took off his glasses and tried to rub them clean. Putting his glasses back on, he looked down and around. Nothing. He didn't see anything. He bent down to see if he could feel anything.

"Harry! What are you doing?! They'll eat you alive!" Ron warned.

By now, Harry concluded that Ron had gone mad... either that or he still wasn't fully awake.

"Ron, There's nothing there. I don't see anything. Are you all right? I told you not to eat that cream puff you found in the hallway last night!"

Ron was only half listening.

"Oh please!" he pleaded with his eyes as large as saucers, "please make them all disappear! I'll be good! Promise! I'll get lots of OWLS too! Oh please oh please oh pleeeease!"

Harry watched in disgust.

Professor Mcgonagall burst into the boy's dormitory.

"What's the ruckus about? And Mr. Weasley, pray tell why you look like a turkey that found out it was Thanksgiving?"

"The spiders!" He sobbed. "You see'em don't you? They're here to get their revenge!"

Mr. Weasley, what has gotten into you! There is nothing here!" Professor Mcgonagall replied harshly. "Now get out of bed and get dressed! Today's no holiday! UP!" and with that, she pointed her wand and him and muttered, "Wingardium Leviosa!"

Ron's jaw dropped. What's wrong with everybody! They don't see it! We're all going to be killed by spiders nobody but I can see and...

Before he could finish his thought, Ron was shocked to discover he now was floating several inches in the air. He panicked. Aaah! They're going to throw me in with the spiders! He grabbed his bed, holding on for dear life!

After a half an hour of struggling, Professor Mcgonagall gave up and finally sent him to the hospital wing.

Everybody could see Ronald Weasley, who had taken on a full grown mountain troll in his first year, gone to the Chamber of Secrets in his second year, and so on and so forth, have his bed (with him hanging on to it) being floated all the way to the hospital wing.

Nevertheless, even out of his room, in the hospital wing, he could see spiders everywhere creeping and crawling on the floor. Of course it was expected that Ron fainted right then and there, but at least he fainted on his own bed. Stubborn Weasley.

Well that was fun! Hermione smiled as she sat back down on her bed at the end of the day. And I'm sure the screams I heard were actually bursts of joy and happiness!

Hermione hadn't told anybody that it was her who had put a spell on him to give him the illusions. Because Teresa, the nice lady, had told her not to until everybody was happy, then they would all love her! Love, love, love! Hermione loved love!

Well, who should I do now? Maybe a person who is really really mean to me! So I can be their friend! Hmmmmmmmm... Draco Malfoy!

She said his name out loud and recited the spell that followed...

A/N Hope you liked this chapter! I know that Hermione looks really annoying in that fourth to last sentence there, but oh well. Pleaze review! Review, review, review! Felinefairy loves reviews! :)Anyways, even if you have reviewed already (due to some editing in the first chapter) then PLEAZE review again! I don't care if it's the same person over and over again! Laterz!