"Where's my wand, Harry?" Hermione demanded as she exited the tent and her eyes landed on a sheepish looking Ronald Weasley. "Give me my wand back!" Hermione's pregnancy hormones were raging.  The idiot duo,  she thought scathingly  , are back and they were both soaking wet. It figures . Hermione could see the water dripping off them as they stood outside the tent. 