A scream woke up Hermione Granger in the middle of the night. With a sigh, she sleepily called out,

"Another one, Ron?"

There was a shaky 'yes' from the corner and she soon found her red-haired husband in the corner, sitting down and staring wide-eyed at the bathroom door. Cracks of bright golden light peeked out from underneath the door.

"Ron, you have got to stop doing this." She groaned, rolling out of bed with a thud and making her way into the bathroom.

She came out just as quickly and crawled back into bed, pulling the sheets over her head and ignoring Ron's shrieks throughout the night.

He'd have to get over his phobia sometimes; because weren't husbands supposed to kill spiders for their wives, not the other way around?