Itsy Bitsy Spider
Harry paused and looked up at the ceiling. Was that-?
Ah, yes, there it went again. An extremely effeminate shriek of horror penetrated the Burrow's peace. Harry began to rise out of his chair to see what the problem was, when he noticed Ginny's shoulders shaking violently, tears running down her face.
"I'm not sure I want to know anymore," Harry snorted, turning back to polishing his broom.
Ginny dried her eyes, taking deep, gasping breaths.
"If that prat hadn't been spying on us, maybe he wouldn't have a trunk full of spiders to deal with now," she said nonchalantly.