Before the thought can go further, she hears the flap of her tent move, and then Draco announces his arrival, his pureblood manners impeccable as he waits for her directions for where she would be more comfortable to talk to him. The tent they’d given her is big, bigger than the one she had shared with the Weasleys at the Quidditch World Cup before her fourth year. There is a bedroom, a small living space with all that she needs to brew tea, and a bathroom. The various ambients could be closed off with curtains, giving her even more privacy, the capacity to put on protective charms around her and stick them to the curtains.