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It was a Thursday.

Harry was bored.

Malfoy was up to something.

All of these things added up to the perfect mellifluous idea, the nonpareil solution for how Harry would spend his Eighth Year.

Despite the war having happened, Malfoy had come back to Hogwarts, after spending an admittedly long time helping with the cleanup. The entire fucking summer, that is. With him came many other Slytherins, including Parkinson, Zabini, and Nott, his three most well-known friends.

At first, tension had been thick, with purposeful avoidances between Malfoy's group and Harry's. It took Hermione's coming out as a lesbian, and Parkinson shooting her shot, to marry the two groups in some sort of way.

Ron had been hesitant to befriend them at first, only complying when Neville, who, unfortunately, shared a room with Malfoy, Nott, and Zabini, had begged him to spend the night so that he could finally get some sleep with both of his eyes closed. Details aside, Neville had awoken hours later to find Ron in Zabini's bed, and from that moment on, Ron was very close with Malfoy's lot.

The only person who couldn't seem to fit in, or at least didn't try to fit in, had ended up being Harry. Even Ginny, his ex-girlfriend, had been able to weasel - pun intended - her way into the group by that of Millicent Bulstrode. The two were together within a few days of the school year's start.

Luna Lovegood - who had taken up a full-time job at her father's publishing company - was, in Harry's opinion, the only one that hadn't gone bonkers. Since she had decided against returning to finish her Seventh Year at Hogwarts, Luna wrote to Harry every Thursday. It was a nice bit of normality for Harry, and he soon fell into the rhythm of calling Thursdays 'Letterdays'.

Months passed, and nothing out of the ordinary happened. Malfoy was obviously just there to learn, Zabini was just there to shag, and Parkinson was head over heels for Hermione. Harry had even gotten used to their presence, and had begun to consider them less of rivals and more of acquaintances. They were just students, regardless of their past.

It wasn't until the first Letterday after the Winter Holidays that something interesting happened.

Harry had been sitting on a cushy chair in the Eighth Year common room, drinking a bottled butterbeer with a leg thrown over the other. Luna's daily letter had been about the same old things; things like the Quibbler, fictitious creatures, and what she thought of Harry's last response.

As he sat, he watched Parkinson - well, Pansy - teach Hermione a traditional Pureblood dance, Ron destroying Zabini in a game of Wizards' Chess, Nott read a book on a stool, and Ginny get chased about by Bulstrode, who insisted that she go back to the Gryffindor dorms before she got caught with the Eighth Years. Harry felt an unnerving sense of sadness and loneliness drape itself over him.