AN: Apologies to azamystic - it's not Luna. Sorry.
"Finally, some peace and quiet," she sighed, collapsing into her favourite armchair. She'd brought the chair with her from home, reduced in size and stuffed in a pair of socks. Harry had thought it was hilarious when he'd seen her unpacking, and then informed her that he used to keep his sneakoscope in a pair of socks. That same sneakoscope was proving very useful – warning them when someone approached their hideout. When you were so close to Voldemort's lair, even a few extra seconds warning was useful.
Pulling Draco's letter out of her pocket, she shuffled around a bit to get more comfortable. Before she could start to read, however, Ron sat down next to her and peered over her shoulder.
"It's a letter, Ronald. My letter."
"You've never minded before."
"Well, this time I do. Off you go. You're not reading it."
"Spoilsport," he muttered.
She pulled out her wand and gave him her patented glare.
"You've got ten seconds to get out of my sight, Ronald Weasley. And I will hex you if you don't."
He looked at her, down at the wand, then back at her, before deciding she meant it. Knowing that she could pull off some very nasty hexes indeed, he gulped, and hurriedly left the room.
Well, it wasn't a room as such, more a curtained off partition where all the women slept, when they had time for luxuries such as sleep.
Speaking of luxuries, she was in desperate need of a shower. But she'd reply to Draco first. Now, where was the parchment and her quill?
Luna bounced into the room while she was looking.
"What are you doing?"
She looked up, realising with horror that Draco's letter was still on her chair. Luna was bound to notice it, she always did.
"Luna, do you know where the spare parchment is?"
"I think Harry wanted it to draw his plans out on. Not that it did any good today. I could go ask if you want."
"Thanks ever so much."
"Don't mention it. Do us a favour though – take a shower."
"I was planning to after I write to Draco, anyway."
"It'll take ages to get the parchment off Harry – might as well go now. You look like you took a mud bath."
She couldn't help laughing.
"I practically did, Luna. You should have seen it!"
"Glad I didn't! Off you go."
And with that, Luna pushed her into the bathroom, with orders not to come out until all the mud was gone.
Luna turned to leave, when the parchment on the chair caught her eye.
"Letter from Draco, I wonder? Well, I usually read them so I don't suppose she'll mind this time."
AN: Guessed it yet? Let me know.