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Extra Lessons Are Always Appreciated	By : QueenB Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 9211 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Extra Lessons Are Always Appreciated
Author: QueenBoadicea
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Distribution: Do your worst—it can’t compare to my worst ;)
Harry hesitated after saying goodbye to Hermione and Ron. He had promised Professor Snape that he would leave the door open for him. But all this week he’d been struggling with second thoughts. Maybe it was too big of a risk to take.
What if Ron decided that he needed to borrow something of Harry’s--like his invisibility cloak? Sometimes he and Hermione used that to get some serious snogging done underneath its protective folds. If they used the cloak for any other purpose, Ron didn’t tell Harry and Harry was seriously freaked enough not to ask.
So having Ron interrupt him was definitely a danger. Hermione might decide to have a talk with him, too. Harry was serious about passing his NEWTs and Hermione had graciously offered her help. Okay, make that insisted on helping him. The girl liked nothing better than studying and sincerely believed in sharing her intellectual pursuits with him. Once upon a time, he was more than grateful for her help. But it could prove a real hindrance now.
After Snape’s--no, better think of him as Severus--sexual attack on his body, Harry had found it hard to think about anything else. With effort, he was able to concentrate on his studies. He really did want to pass his NEWTs; excellent grades would help him in his future career, whatever it might be. Besides, he wanted to prove to Sn--Severus that he wasn’t the dunderhead the man had often accused him of being.
He’d never been good in Potions and Professor Snape’s constant carping and whinging about his stupidity never helped. Honest to Merlin, years of that kind of abuse were enough to wear down anyone’s self esteem. But he had buckled down and, with Hermione’s help, had brought his class performance up to a more than acceptable level.
Not that Snape ever acknowledged that, of course. His method of admitting Gryffindor competence was to ignore it or let it pass without comment. It was frustrating as hell for the Gryffindors but especially for Harry. He knew where Snape’s hatred of that particular House stemmed from and, while he couldn’t help but think the man’s continuing vendetta against innocent students was unfair, he had to admit he had a good reason to dislike everyone from Gryffindor.
Harry’s peek into the man’s Pensieve had showed him just what wounds the Slytherin was nursing. The gang his father had run with--and with a name like Marauders, what other title could you give them?--had hurt Severus badly. Guess some wounds never heal.
While he wanted to make it up to the Slytherin, he knew that Severus wouldn’t appreciate it, might even lash out at him for any misplaced show of pity. Still, it was annoying as all get out to see some poor fellow Gryffindor chafe under the man’s acid tongue and not be able to tell the kid why. But it was bad enough Harry had invaded the man’s privacy; he couldn’t make things worse by revealing his embarrassing secret past.
But the memory of the man’s hands skimming over his body, the silken voice, those long, elegant fingers digging into that most secret place between Harry’s legs, that disembodied cock outlined with cream just before it disappeared into his ass…the thoughts would bob up at the most inconvenient times, causing Harry to get an embarrassing stiffy.
Like this afternoon in Potions class. Severus’s voice had caused shivers to run down his spine, the sensation lodging itself firmly in his groin. All during the first five years in Hogwarts, the man had had little else to do with him in class other than insults and sneers; it had driven Harry up the wall. Nowadays, however, that sexy voice had “little” Harry in the habit of standing up and saluting. Sodding hell.
Did Severus think of him the same way? Was he itching for a second go? After their sexual tussle, Harry had expected the Potions master to come back to his room the very next night. But it had been more than a week and he hadn’t returned.
How he been stricken with post-sexual remorse? Was he embarrassed? Had Harry simply not been that good? The thought of the latter possibility had left the Gryffindor feeling really low. Well, it’s not as if he’d had a lot of experience. A few snagged kisses and gropings here and there, mostly with people eager to see what the Boy-Who-Lived was like in bed, made up the sum of his experience. And most of his youth was spent dodging attempts by Voldemort to kill him. A sustained romance had been out of the question.
Then he’d learned he really wasn’t into girls. He wasn’t sure what the wizarding world’s stand on homosexuality was; he just knew that, like the Muggle world, it wasn’t the norm. So finding willing partners who wouldn’t go yelling that the Saviour of the Wizarding World was gay—
Well, it wasn’t like he was ashamed of it. He just didn’t want another article about himself printed up by some nosy reporter eager for another scoop about the Boy Who Lived. So he had been afraid to risk it. Until Severus came along.
But it had been a whole week and during classes and meals, not a single black-eyed glance came his way to show that the man even thought about what they’d done together. All Harry had to comfort himself were his memories of what the Slytherin had done to him. So it was back to the lonely nights of fantasizing and getting re-acquainted with his own right hand.
Harry sighed. All this wasn’t getting him anywhere. He still had to decide whether to lock his door or not. Well, if Severus found the door locked, he could always knock. No, wait, he might think a locked door was a sign that he was no longer welcome. But it would be stupid of Harry to leave the door blithely unsecured; what if Ron or Hermione walked in on him in a, uh, compromising position?
He thought hard. Then he brightened. Stretching out his hand, he murmured a sequence in a very rapid string of Latin. There was a brief golden glow around the door and then it faded. Satisfied, Harry lowered his hand.
What he’d just performed was an improvised and rather ingenious display of spell creation. No one knew he was capable of this level of wandless magic and he intended to keep that knowledge to himself, thank you very much. He was well aware that, alongside the many who were awed and thrilled by his magical abilities, there were others who were nervous of them as well.
Some people in authority feared that he might become another Voldemort. What was it they said? Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely? Inside Hogwarts, he was hailed as an almost mythological hero. Outside, he knew there were those who were watching him very closely for signs of inordinate power displays. His previous experience with the Wizengamot had been very unpleasant and Harry had no wish to repeat it.
The wandless magic he had directed at the door would keep out everyone except Severus Snape--and only when the Potions Master was invisible. Harry had found some of his possessions re-arranged after Severus’s first visit. It was bad enough for Severus to fool around in his room when he was invisible; Harry didn’t want to encourage him to waltz in any time he felt like it and muck about with his things. Speaking of which…
“Hullo? Are you there?” he murmured.
No answer. Harry felt a bit of an idiot. Then again, Severus could be here and keeping quiet in order to take him by surprise. The man wasn’t above a little on-duty sneakiness. Hell, that was what had made him such a brilliant spy, after all. But he was pretty certain no one else was here.
Well, whether or not Severus was there, Harry needed relief. He’d just go ahead and act as if he was alone. He stood in front of the mirror and undressed--slowly. If Severus was watching, let him have a bit of a show.
He ran one hand up in a deliberate fashion over his stomach, sweeping it up to one nipple. He pinched the nub and pulled it out, biting his lip against the flare of arousal. He imagined it to be Severus’s hand touching him, squeezing the nub almost hard enough to hurt. He licked his finger and swept it around the tiny peak in tight circles until it was wet and aching.
His cock began to stir but Harry resisted touching it just yet. He wanted to prolong this, wanted to put off the final event as long as possible. Until he was absolutely sure Severus wouldn’t be joining him this evening, Harry wanted to save himself for the other man.
His left hand brushed down his thighs, caressed his balls and briefly circled the puckered flesh of his arsehole. At the sudden spike of sensation, his cock rose to attention to slap at his belly. Harry sucked in a shaky breath and let it out slowly. Not too much of that or it would be over too soon.
Suddenly, the show in front of the mirror wasn’t enough. Walking stiff-legged over to his bed, he crouched carefully over the sheets. He tapped the pillow with his wand and transfigured it into a dildo.
This was definitely one reason the locking spell was necessary…well, this and the other special purchase he’d picked up on a sneaky side-trip to Hogsmeade.
A glamour had made certain no one would recognize the Boy-Who-Lived as the customer buying the book on gay sex with the moving pictures. Paying in bronze knuts instead of Galleons had been a bit excessive, perhaps. But Harry couldn’t help thinking that his excessive wealth might be a giveaway.
The proprietor had been very helpful, pointing out certain useful features of this particular volume. The longer this book was in its owner’s possession, the more the pictures inside would come to reflect his individual tastes. That meant that soon--very soon, he hoped--the hot-looking brunette would come to resemble the man of his fantasies.
The men on the page were handsome enough, he supposed. Yet he wanted more than mere good looks. He wanted an older man, no longer in his prime, but still having a dark sensuality and subtle power to his movements. He desired rugged, possibly harsh features, a lean body, rangy, muscled arms…
He wanted Severus.
The sex between them had been incredible. But he realized later that he wanted to see Severus, wanted to see the man’s glittering black eyes, see the flush of desire spread across those narrow cheeks. He wanted to feast his eyes on those narrow buttocks he’d touched all too briefly--they’d been a small but firm handful, easily cupped in his palms.
What colour was the man’s skin? His hands and face always bore a sallow color, doubtless from all the years spent handling noxious potions ingredients. But the rest of him… Harry was devoured by curiosity over what the man really looked like naked.
He silently summoned the blue jar of salve that he’d nicked from Severus’s quarters. He could just as easily have bought or concocted his own or even settled for cheap hand lotion. Yet none of those substitutes would have been something that Severus had created and Harry had cherished the illusion that he was carrying Severus’s scent on him when he used the stolen cream.
Fumbling with impatience, he slicked up the transfigured dildo and positioned the tip at the entrance to his ass. He ran the spongy blunt head teasingly around his butthole until he relaxed enough for it to enter.
“Oooh…” he shuddered. It was just a thumb’s length inside him but it nudged against his prostate and sent a frisson of desire spiking through him. He paused, breathing hard, to recover before pulling out the last of his sexual toys.
The machine that he brought with him to his potions class had miraculously remained undetected by Snape all these months, a feat Harry was rather proud of pulling off. He recorded everything that went on in that class. If he ever got the nerve to show it to Hermione, she probably would praise him for his foresight; after all, it was useful for going over his lessons and picking up on things he might have missed.
If she only knew.
He depressed the “play” button and it began to hum. “Mr. Potter, careful how you handle that ladle.”
“Yes, Professor,” he murmured as he turned the pages to the one he was looking for.
The two men shown had the submissive male kneeling astride his partner. The bloke on top, a grey-eyed blond who looked disturbingly like Malfoy, began moving himself up and down on the dark-haired man’s prick.
“Hold it steady, you… keep a gentle touch. This isn’t a Quidditch broomstick you’re manhandling.”
Manhandling. “Mmmm,” Harry whimpered. Shifting so his ass pressed harder on the object in his backside, a shiver ran through him.
He gripped his dick with one hand while he reached behind to grasp the dildo. With deliberate motions, he began stroking and twisting his member in the rhythm he liked, while he pulled and pushed on the fake dick.
“That’s it…smooth strokes.”
The dark-haired man reached up to the blonde’s cock. He was wanking the man on top and the blonde’s mouth fell open, his chest beginning to heave as he thrust into his partner’s grip.
“Pay attention, class. You want to stir in even motions. Delicacy is required for this particular potion.”
Merlin, that sexy, heady voice. Okay, so what he was saying wasn’t exactly the stuff of hot porn. But there came a point when Harry was so caught up in what was happening to him, Severus could have been reciting the alphabet for all he cared.
The brunette in the picture had sat partway up, so now the blonde was bouncing hard in his lap. Harry had sped up too so the oiled dildo was thrusting inwards, hitting his prostate with every move. His fingers slipped over the tip of his dick, the precome mingling with the cream. “Oh, oh Merlin. Sn--Severus, give it to me. Harder, harder,” he cried.
“As you wish.”
His eyes flew open. That hadn’t come from the machine. He looked around wildly only to freeze as a rich chuckle sounded uncomfortably close to his ear.
“Tsk. Such carelessness, Mr. Potter. I know you left the door open for me, but for me to get this close to you without your being aware is foolish in the extreme.” The tongue clucked in mock disapproval. “Getting caught with your pants down is hardly conducive to a long lifespan.”
“S-Severus,” Harry stuttered, craning his head back. Futile, of course. The man was invisible again. But he could feel a warm naked chest now pressing against his back; he shivered as a breath brushed over his ear. Then he sighed as an arm swept around him.
Instead of the embrace he was expecting, he saw the page in front of him flutter as though brushed by a curious hand. “Well, well. What would the wizarding world think of their saviour if they knew you were reading this sort of thing instead of concentrating on your studies?”
Harry knew he should have been embarrassed. But, hell, Severus had seen him naked, knew that Harry desired him. What did he care if the man knew he drooled over dirty pictures?
“Did you come here to talk about my studies or are you going to fuck me?” he growled. He leaned back and now he felt the erection poking him in the bum.
“Language, Mr. Potter.” Severus obviously meant to sound stern. But there was a breathlessness to his voice, accentuated by a sudden wiggle of Harry’s cheeks against his cock.
“Harry.” Harry changed the wiggle to a roll and heard the man groan. “If you’re going to fuck me, I want you to call me Harry.”
“Why should I fuck you, as you so indelicately put it? It seems you prefer your rubbery friend to my actual presence.”
Shit, now he was blushing. He felt the heat sweeping across his skin even as he defended himself. “Hey, it’s been more than a week since you were here! I didn’t know…if you were coming back. So why not?” He’d meant to sound defiant but knew there was a needy sadness to his voice he couldn’t quite hide.
The only response was a grunt. Well, he shouldn’t have expected an explanation from Severus. Instead of an answer, he felt narrow fingers close around the ones on his cock. A gasp jerked out of Harry as they began to match his rhythm. Well, that was an apology of sorts, anyway.
Another invisible hand pressed against Harry’s stomach, pushing him back onto the dildo. Harry mewled as he was forced to Severus’s pace.
“So this is what you’d like, is it?” the voice mused. The page in front of him fluttered again before flattening itself out.
“Y-yes.”
“You want to be impaled on my cock while I stroke you like this…Harry?” His name came out in a smooth purr. When it was followed by a lick and nibble at his ear, Harry’s whole body jumped. The long fingers rubbed at the sensitive spot just under the bulbous crown while the other hand dipped to scoop up and fondle Harry’s dangling nuts.
“Merlin!” Harry moaned.
“Hardly.” Sod it, Severus was just far too smug-sounding. It wasn’t fair for him to be so cool after he’d made Harry wait for him over a whole week. Harry was determined to shake up his Potions professor no matter what it took.
He rubbed his butt against that dick behind him. Good, the hard-on hadn’t faded. And Severus’s movements with his hand faltered just a little.
On every slide out of Severus’s fingers, Harry rocked backward, teasing the erect dick he could feel but not see. The Slytherin’s breathing became ragged, the hot bursts ruffling Harry’s hair and setting the skin on his face and neck on fire.
Finally he couldn’t bear it any longer. He blindly pushed the book out of the way and fell forward on his hands and knees. “Severus, please! No more!” he gasped.
The hands fell away from his cock and stomach and he heard what sounded like the grinding of teeth. “You want me to leave, Po--Harry? Is that it? Have you tired of our little game already? Or is this a misguided attempt to punish me for my neglect?”
The bed shifted; the man was leaving! “No!” Harry cried, panicking. “I just…just…”
“As articulate as ever, I see.” But the voice was still beside his bed. Severus hadn’t left, yet.
“I want you inside me…like this,” Harry whispered, letting his voice get husky. He had practiced that tone in secret, inwardly aware of how moronic it was. But he wanted to seduce Severus; he wanted the man to focus on him like there was nothing else as important. He leaned his head down on his folded arms and wriggled his arse for good measure, now high up in the air.
“Exquisite,” came the murmur and Harry jerked as fingers trailed in delicate brushes over his bum. The dildo was abruptly yanked out and he gave a startled yelp.
“Much better.” The mattress sank under Severus’s weight again and Harry craned his head backward. A piece of salve was dug out of the blue jar and he bit back a giggle at seeing the cream float into the air. Remembering the position in the book, he rolled on to his back and sat up, reaching for the faintly outlined cock in front of him.
“Harry…” Strong arms scooped him up, held him close around the waist, and a shuddering sigh whistled out of Harry as the cock pressed against his loosened hole and slowly slid into him.
Harry thought of his wish, that he could see Severus. That obviously wasn’t going to happen tonight. But he could do the next best thing. Groping under his pillow, he found the edge of the silken material. Pulling out the green-and-silver Slytherin tie, he draped it over the thick, lustrous hair he could feel but not see until it settled just above the prominent nose.
“What…?” Severus stiffened, one hand removing itself from Harry’s bum.
“No, it’s okay, Severus.”
“Potter, what is the meaning of this?” Ice had trailed into the man’s voice. Harry spoke quickly to forestall any anger.
“I want us to be even, Severus. I can’t see you so…”
“Ah, I understand.” The annoyance gave way to amused understanding. Severus was always quick. “If that is all, you could simply cast Nox and have the room in darkness.”
Harry turned red. “I know. But this is kinda…likeafantasyforme,” he finished in a rush. “Please?”
He could practically hear the man thinking about this. Severus Snape wasn’t a man who liked yielding control; a blindfold had to be a frightening show of trust. Then Harry’s hands were grasped and brought back to his face. “Very well. A small indulgence won’t come amiss.”
Harry rolled his eyes at the extravagant language but he was inwardly cheering. Relieved that Severus wasn’t pissed off and that the older man was allowing this, Harry knotted the scarf firmly around the Slytherin’s face over where he imagined the eyes were.
He rose up on his knees, almost letting the cock fall out of him, only to push back down quickly. An iron grip at this waist momentarily halted his progress. “Not so fast, Harry.”
“Severus, please…” he whimpered.
“Impetuous boy. I don’t want you hurting yourself.” Harry melted at the unexpected tenderness in that voice and he leaned his forehead down until it met the solid plane of Severus’s.
“You won’t. I’ve been, uh, stretching myself all week.”
“Have you indeed? I would have loved to see that.” A growl, sultry and dark, rumbled from the lean chest and Harry giggled. Then Severus shoved with more force and cut off his laughter.
Harry reached out to grasp the wiry shoulders, gripping them hard enough to bruise. Oh, Merlin, the heat of this flesh, within and without. He’d almost forgotten the sensation of being filled, of completion from having this man inside him.
They rocked together, Harry’s toes clenching and unclenching with each powerful thrust inside. He was being jerked almost roughly onto Severus, all earlier hints of gentleness lost. Harry wound one hand in the fall of thick hair while the other splayed on Severus’s back, the man’s heart pounding urgently against his palm.
Those lean hands he’d watched stirring potions, measuring ingredients, were running over his skin with meticulous care: digging into his flesh, stroking, scratching, teasing, returning to the places that made Harry gasp and whimper. Severus was falling into his play, learning his body by touch as Harry had done that first time.
“Ah, Merlin, god, Harry, Harry.” Severus sounded so desperate, so fierce. The next moment those narrow lips crushed against his, stealing his air, and Harry realized how much this meant to the Slytherin.
How could he have doubted? Severus did want him, with a passion to match his own. After all, he had been the first to reach out, to touch Harry, to make advances on his naked body.
The man had tried to resist coming back for over a week, either out of guilt or fear. But he had returned. Returned and now was thrusting up hard into Harry, the gasps turning to deep grunts, fingers curled into Harry’s arse.
And, yes, it was good, getting better. Severus was tilting up his hips, striking at Harry’s prostate every time they moved together. The sparks were flying through him with every glide and his head fell back with a moan as the unseen mouth lipped and bit along his neck. He was being pulled along helplessly towards his crisis, Severus only an instant behind him.
Suddenly the man stiffened in his arms and with a loud keening Severus came first. The seed gushed inside Harry as the arms around him froze with punishing strength. It was all Harry needed and he cried out as his hips jerked, his cock spurting to paint the rippling stomach in front of him.
For several moments, there was no sound from either of them except for heavy panting. Severus continued to hold him close and Harry let his eyes drift shut. This was lovely. No attempts to escape like last time; the normally severe Potions master seemed as content to linger in the sweetness of this post-sex bout as he was.
As Severus relaxed and fell back against the pillows, Harry reached up to untie the scarf. Before he could touch it, it was yanked off and dangled from an invisible hand.
“You stole this from my quarters, didn’t you?” The voice was even, filled with the man’s usual impassivity. Hell, how could Severus be so damned calm after what had just happened? He’d been a lot more desperate and embarrassed the first time.
“Um, well...”
“And the salve, as well.”
Harry swallowed. “Do you mind, Severus?”
“Mind my personal quarters being invaded, my belongings rifled through--”
“Sorta like what you’ve been doing?” Harry could sound dry, too, although he spoiled it with a sly smile.
“That was just an attempt to send a stern message on my part, Harry. Not that you ever paid attention to your lessons.” The frostiness had returned.
“And the sex? Was that payback, too? ‘Cause, if it is, I kinda like being punished by you, Severus,” Harry retorted with a smirk.
“That is a game for another time, I think.” Dark promise filled the voice and Harry swallowed again, harder this time.
There was a loud hiss from beside the bed and Harry felt the body underneath his start. He was shoved aside, experiencing an unaccountable sense of loss as the limp penis fell out of his arse. There was no telling when Severus might choose to take up with him again and he had wanted to savor the man’s closeness.
“What is this object, Harry?”
“What’s what?” Then he saw the silver box, which he’d completely forgotten, lifted into the air. The hissing noise had come from there, the tape having run to its end.
“Oh, that. It’s just a tape recorder.”
“Tape…?”
“It’s a Muggle device. It records sounds so that they can be played back later.”
“How ordinary.” Severus sounded bored as if a Muggle tool couldn’t possibly interest him. But Harry saw the machine turned this way and that as though the curious Slytherin were trying to divine its use through sight alone.
Harry got another idea, a daring one, designed to entice this difficult man into wanting him as Harry had wanted him. “Severus, can I come to you?”
The tape recorder stilled before being carefully set back down on the nightstand, next to the discarded dildo. “Come to me? In what fashion?” The voice was wary yet eager.
He decided to respond to the eagerness and let himself settle back into the bed, the picture of false ease. “Just like you did tonight. Me. Alone. Invisible.”
An audible swallow. “That…would be the height of insanity.”
“No more so than this. And I’ve snuck around before without getting caught.”
“I’ve caught you, you impudent whelp,” Severus snarled.
“Maybe I wanted you to catch me. Maybe I wanted you to rip that invisible cloak off and do naughty things to me. Maybe I wanted you to grab me, twisting my nipples, stroking my cock, shoving your fingers into…”
This time the swallow was a strangled moan and Harry found himself dragged close to that concealed body. The mouth was crushed against his and his eyes drifted shut as he was thoroughly ravaged by skillful lips and teeth. He shoved his knee between the hairy legs and rubbed it forcefully against Severus’s crotch.
Ooh, a renewed stir of interest. No, he couldn’t let himself be carried away, not if he wanted his plan to succeed. Gritting his teeth, he pushed away, struggling to free himself from the imprisoning arms. “No.”
“For Merlin’s sake, Harry!” Ah, that was desperation. Very nice.
Harry held to his resolve. “You haven’t answered my question. Do you want me to come to you? I mean, it’ll be less risky than your wandering the halls naked.”
Harry stared at where he imagined Severus’s face must be. Damn, it was annoying not being able to see the man’s eyes; he wanted to read his expression. Then again, Severus was the master of concealment. Seeing into his gaze might not reveal anything.
“You would do this? For…me?” And there was the uncertainty.
“Yes. I’ll come to the dungeons. The night after tomorrow.”
“Why not tomorrow night?” Severus sounded almost whiny there. Harry smothered a grin.
“I have something special planned. And no, I’m not telling you what it is. You made me wait. Now you can wait.”
“I am the master of patience, Mr. Potter. Do not think to play that game with me,” Severus replied haughtily.
Yeah, right. Harry didn’t know anyone who flew off the handle as quickly as Severus Snape. Harry was wise enough not to let that thought show on his face. He merely settled back farther into the bed, idly running the pads of his fingers up and down his chest and torso. “In two days, Severus. I’ll be at your door. I promise.”
There was a short silence and Harry thought he could he could feel that heated gaze sweeping across his body, following the trail of his own hand. He smiled lazily and gestured with his wand. As before, the fluids splattering Severus’s naked form disappeared. “Good night.”
There was another hush, followed by the bed shifting upwards. He resisted calling out to draw the man back. Instead, Harry forced himself to lie still, as if he hadn’t a care in the world. The door swung open and then shut with a click.
Harry remained still for several minutes afterwards. He wouldn’t put it past Severus to remain in the room, hoping to catch him jerking off again. But the silence held the unmistakable feel of solitude. The man had gone, leaving him alone.
He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Pulling the tape recorder back, he pulled out the tape and inserted a blank one from his nightstand. Pressing the buttons for “record”, he reached for the salve again.

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