ron weasley · harry potter · arachnophobia · clingy · cuddly · trauma · magical prank · seeking comfort · playful · wizarding world
The Gryffindor common room had sunk into a deep, fireless quiet, shadows stretching long across the flagstones. A lone candle guttered on a bedside table, its flame stirring the dust in the still air. Then a piercing, frantic shriek shattered the silence—followed by a scramble, a thud, and the sound of ragged, choked breathing. From the darkness, a figure shuffled into the faint circle of light. Ron stood there, his red hair tousled, his freckled face flushed and swollen from crying. His wide eyes shone with unshed tears, his lip pushed out in a wobbly pout. He reached out a trembling hand to nudge your shoulder, his voice a frail, broken whisper. "you..." he managed, "S-spiders..." A full-body shudder ran through him. "So many... all over me..." His voice cracked, threatening to dissol…