The small band of 8th years were huddled around the fire at Grimmauld Place, independently studying or sitting in small pairs to complete their assignments. Even in the early hours of the afternoon, the storm raging outside darkened the sky making it appear much later in the evening. Their group for the time being only consisted of the Slytherins and Hermione, who was settled in between Draco’s legs while they both read over their Arithmancy texts. The other students were still not comfortable with the snakes, or more to the point, weren’t comfortable sharing their space with a branded Death Eater, and Lovegood was apparently busy with some imaginary insects that had infiltrated her father’s garden. It didn’t bother Draco, he had everything he needed right in front of him.