140. Harry's Wand and Hermione's Bag

**Hermione's POV**

"We're going to put in charms. You two put up the tent" I said to Harry and George and I pulled Fred to a few feet away from them.

"I feel so bad," I said as Fred and I put up charms.

"Why's that, 'Mione?" Fred asked, wrapping his arms around me.

"It's Harry..." I trailed off.

"What about him?" Fred asked.

"His wand," I said simply.

"What about his wand?" Fred asked again.

"I did something," I said.

"I love you, but get to the point 'Mione" Fred whined.

"I- I broke it" I choked out.

"What? How?" Fred asked in shock.

"The curse I used, it- Well- It rebounded..." I said.

"Where is it, 'Mione?" Fred asked.

"Here"I reached for my pocket and got out Harry's wand that was broken into two.

"Merlin," Fred said, taking a piece of the wand.

"I don't know what to tell him... He might be angry" I said nervously.

"He won't be angry, just a tad upset. But not at you. I know my best mate too, so I know he won't get mad" Fred smiled softly handing me back Harry's other wand piece back. "Especially with a special girl like you."

I crossed my arms and smirked, "I'm flattered."

"You should be," Fred said. "You got a compliment from the great Fred Weasley" Fred joked.

"It's sunrise, so it's not our Anniversary anymore," I said looking at the sunrise.

"It's really beautiful," Fred sighed.

"Ya. I guess we had a good Anniversary at the start and the middle" I shrugged.

"Of course in the morning. We got engaged!" Fred picked me up without a warning.

"Ah! Fred!" I laughed.

"I won't drop you. Don't worry. You're my future wife! And I would never drop a wife" Fred smiled.

"You better not drop me" I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I promise, Granger. I won't drop you" Fred said.

"It's Weasley" I smiled.

"Godric, I said we were getting married and I forgot you would be taking my last name" Fred admitted with a sigh.

Fred then carried me back towards the other two boys who were in the tent.

"Accio blanket" I pointed my wand towards the tent and a blanket

**George's POV**

"This bag still freaks me out," I said, trying to look into Hermione's bag.

"How?" Harry asked.

"Well, it for one-" I started but something flew into my face that was in the blanket.

"Merlin's Beard! Harry! Something got me!" I said trying to get whatever was on my face off!"

"It's just a blanket," Harry chuckled.

I then ripped the blanket off my face and grasped it into my hands. A second later, it flew out of my hands and out of the tent.

"I bloody hate this" I groaned.

"Ya, so do I" Harry smiled.

I looked out the tent, and then back at Hermione's bag. Next thing I knew, something hit my face, and it hurt very badly, and it flew out the tent like a blanket.

"Why does this bag hate me!?" I yelled, throwing it across the room into Hermione and Fred's room with their little couch.

"Who knows" Harry smirked.

I pointed my wand at my face and said "I know this is gonna hurt. Episkey"

I let out a yell of pain and Harry smirked.

"Ya, Luna did that to me when Malfoy kicked my nose" He mentioned and went back to the Marauders' Map.

**Fred's POV**

As 'Mione did the spell, we heard George yelling.

"What's up with him?" I asked with a slight smile.

"I dunno. Here comes the blanket" 'Mione said and the blanket flew into her hands.

"We all set?" I asked.

"Nope. I need one more thing. Accio The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore" I waved my wand.

Again, we heard George yell in pain and the book flew into her hands like the blanket.

"He's doing something I don't wanna know" I put my arm around 'Mione.

"Come on" She dragged me to the tree behind us and took a seat laying on it.

"Alright" I sighed and sat next to her and put my arm around her again and she laid her head on my shoulder.

"Blanket" 'Mine said putting the blanket in front of us and she began to read her book.

Once again, I hope this was the last, we heard George screamed without warning, and made me and Mione jump.

"You alright there, Georgie?!" I yelled.

"I'm fine! Just fine..." He trailed off.

I rolled my eyes and lay back on the tree.