When Ron woke up the next morning, he felt an uncomfortable wet sensation on the lower half of his body, and one of hands was wet. Oh Merlin, please tell me I didn't wet the bed, please, please...
Looking under the blankets, he found no such luck. His pajama trousers were soaked, and the was an awful, painfully familiar smell coming from the soiled fabric. Letting out a groan of embarrassment, he turned around under his blanket, trying to get up without waking up Luna. If she woke up amd saw that he'd wet the bed, he'd probably die of embarrassment.
As he slowly shimmied out from under the violently orange fabric, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye: a small glass was sitting next to the side of his orange blanket, and the glass was full of tap water...which his hand must have been dipped in sometime while he'd been sleeping last night. Remembering the twins' threats of pranking from the night before, he shuddered. Fred, George, you gits, I'm going to get you back good for this!
Getting free of the blanket, Ron crept back up the stairs, heading straight for his room in search of a new, dry pair of trousers. There were none. All of his clothes were either in the wash, were faded, torn in places, or full of holes. A quick check of clothes hamper yielded no trousers either, only a few dirty pairs of Fred and George's socks.
But he couldn't find his trousers. His Mum would be upset with him if she woke up and found him standing only in a shirt and boxers. Where, in the name of Merlin, are my bloody trousers? Can't even find one bloody pair of trousers...
There was a sudden soft thump by the landing, and Ron turned around to see Luna, staring at him, unfazed at the red-headed boy in his undergarments. She wasn't laughing, though. She wasn't poking fun at him.
She was holding a pair of trousers in her hands. "I found them in the wash last night, after I heard your brothers telling you they would prank you. Funny pair of boys, those twins. They didn't even notice me go up to the hamper to get a pair of trousers that aren't even mine."
Ron stared at her for a moment, dumbfounded, before taking the offered garment and muttering, "Thanks", grinning widely at her.
As far as friends go, he decided, Luna was definitely a keeper.
Dashing off to the bathroom, he changed clothes instantly. When he returned, he saw the top of Luna's head disappear as she descended the staircase. Stumbling down the steps in his haste, he grabbed hold of the banister to keep from falling, and leaned over it to see Luna standing in the kitchen, setting places at the table for breakfast. She looked up from setting down cutlery at his Dad's place, and smiled at him. There were several dandelions put behind her ear, the thin, bendy green stems wrapping around into her hair. Ron reasoned that she must've picked them from the dandelion patch out in the front yard, by the road.
"Come and help, Sir Ronald," she called to him. Ron felt the corners of his mouth twitch upwards, a smile already forming.
Giving his friend a mock bow, he headed down to join her, replying mockingly, "As you command, Princess Luna."