Disclaimer: If you don't know it's Jo's, you probably don't even know who i'm writing about, so don't bother reading it.
A.N. I feel like I've been writing mostly about Ron's feelings for Hermione where he tends to protect her. This is my apology for it.
Ron and Hermione were quietly doing their homework in the common room. At least, Hermione was doing her homework while Ron got through about twenty sugar quills. Hermione frowned at him. 'You really ought to get on with your essay, it's due in eight hours. Snape'll be furious if you don't do it again, you've already got three detentions this term from him'. Ron sighed. 'I don't remember you complaining when I got detention for yelling at him after he slated your potion last Thursday' he grumbled.
Hermione smiled briefly. 'I suppose you're right. Need any help?' he nodded pathetically, making puppy dog eyes at her. She shivered a little, and shuffled onto the sofa to join him, leaning into him to see what he had done of his essay already. 'Let's see: The properties and uses of mooncalf dung. That's all you've written?' she asked, exasperated.
Ron smirked. 'I knew you'd help me if I waited long enough, so why bother?' Hermione thumped him. 'Come on, get this down' she began to dictate notes. After about half an hour, she noticed suddenly that Ron had begun to shiver. 'What's wrong?' she asked, concerned.
'Sssspider!' he whispered, shaking and pointing. Hermione laughed. 'That little thing on the wall?' she giggled at the tiny black dot about two or three feet away. Ron nodded. 'Hermione, don't just sit there, do something!' he protested.
The spider twitched, then began to scuttle across to the couch. Ron squeaked, leapt up and ran to the other side of Hermione, clutching at her hand nervously. Hermione stared at him. 'This really bothers you, doesn't it?' Ron nodded silently, too scared to speak.
Hermione smiled gently at him, and raised her wand. She flicked it in the general direction of the arachnid, which turned into a quill. She bent down and picked it up, stowing it away n her school bag. Ron's face was still white from the fear, but covered with a wide grin. ''Mione, I could kiss you!' Hermione smiled.
'Alright' she agreed simply. Ron looked confused. 'Really?' he asked. She nodded. 'The price of one spider disposal. Pay up'. Hesitantly Ron leaned in to Hermione, who grew impatient and pressed her lips to his gently. They broke apart blushing for about three seconds when they looked intently at each other, until they reached an unspoken agreement and leaned into each other for another, longer, kiss, Snape's essay completely forgotten.
Needless to say Hermione was the only one allowed to dispose of Ron's spiders from that day on.
A.N. Special mention of everyone who gets a property of mooncalf dung in their review, in the next chapter of Get Out Of There.