Prompt: plastic. I don't know if I mentioned, but these are going in chronological order between the two of us. Her story title is The One with an X.

It took a while, but when the words she said registered in his mind, he freaked.

"S-spider?" he stammered, closing his eyes tightly. He turned to face Harry, a trembling finger pointing at the cheek she just slapped. "Please don't tell me there's a dead spider on my face."

"Erm," Harry said helpfully.

"Get it off of me," he hiss-whispered, fighting down the terrified shriek building in the back of his throat.

Harry hastily used the plastic wrapper he was clutching in his hand to scrape the dead spider away and throw it away. Ron let out a shaking breath he didn't know he was holding, then turned his gaze back to the confused girl standing in front of him.

"Look," he said bluntly. "Let's just pretend this never happened."