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In Need of a Little Comfort	By : Monddame Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 45107 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-In Need of a Little Comfort
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
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Part One of the dance. Next chapter will be part two. I hope you enjoy this!

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Fixing her dress and finishing her hair didn�t take nearly as long as she had expected after her little �comfort� session with Draco on the bathroom floor. Merlin, she�d cry every day if it continued to elicit a response like that one. Honestly, now that she knew him better, Hermione was a bit surprised at how well Draco disguised how sweet he was with that cool veneer of his. But then, she wasn�t particularly adept at masking her own emotions, making her a poor judge on the matter. And she supposed guarding oneself carefully was a necessity for someone in his position.

Tying two golden ribbons around her head like glittering headbands and wrapping the lacings of her flat, golden sandals up her calves she smiled in anticipation of what Draco was going to do to her when they got back to their rooms after the dance. Purposefully shying away from thoughts about what might transpire in the Great Hall before then, she added a shimmering golden belt to her waist, hefted her quiver over her head to drape across her back and picked up her bow. She gave herself a thorough examination in her large mirror before adding the final touch to her costume. Satisfied that everything was in place, she picked up her wand and tapping it on her head incanted lumos lunar. Immensely pleased with herself she smiled as she surveyed the results in the mirror. Her figure was gently bathed in a glow of moonlight, as if she were standing outside under the influence of the heavenly body. She patted herself on the back for the ingenuity of this particular detail.

Hearing rustling in their common room, she called out to Draco to ask if he was ready for their unveiling to each other. He answered in the affirmative and her heart suddenly began to beat a wild tattoo inside her chest. With a trembling hand, she turned the knob and pushed the door open, her eyes instinctually widening, her breath coming in short pants, as she took in the sight of her beautiful lover.

He was dressed in straight-leg linen pants and a fitted tunic extending half-way down his thighs both an icy blue so pale it almost seemed white, the tunic swirled with an iridescent pattern of leaves and vines. He wore white boots that looked like incredibly soft leather, encasing his calves in a loving embrace. He�d charmed his usually short hair to fall in ragged layers down to his waist and clear crystal beads sparkled here and there in his shaggy mane. As he turned his head to look at her, she noticed his ears were pointed which looked oddly fitting on him and made him look quite exotic. But, whereas her lumos lunar made her look as if the moon were shining on her, Draco seemed to emanate his own glow from within, making his skin and hair gleam. With his sparking argent eyes and that delicious boyish smirk on his face he was so magnificent she very nearly forgot to breathe. They stood, simply staring at one another from across the room for a long moment before Draco�s smirk widened and he began to chuckle quietly.

�Artemis?�

�I thought it ironically fitting, on a number of levels.� She smiled back at him, her brain slowly returning to a state in which she could actually function. �No one here but you sees me as anything but the pristine virgin princess of Gryffindor.�

�Ah, but we know better, don�t we kitten?� He crossed to her, wrapping his strong arms around her, nuzzling his face against her neck, inhaling her scent and brushing his lips across her skin. �You can�t fool me by adopting the guise of the virgin goddess of the hunt, my sweet Aphrodite, even if you are bathed in moonlight.�

She shivered at his words and the slow flames his touch was igniting inside her. How did this man, who was certainly no mere boy in how he masterfully handled her body, know exactly the right things to say to her? How had the one who had done nothing but vex her since she met him understand her so well as to find the perfect assurances to make her feel beautiful and wildly desirable? How had one of her worst enemies become everything she had ever hoped to find?

Intelligent, affectionate, considerate: he truly listened to her, and he made her laugh. When she was with him she felt happy and when they were apart she missed him. And she felt so�overwhelmed that such a truly extraordinary person wanted her, pretty-much-average Hermione Granger. She never wanted to see the day when he no longer wanted to hold her like was doing right now. Overcome by the waves of feeling crashing through her body as he embraced her, she felt tears begin to pool in her eyes. She closed them tight, her entire being flooded with an intense emotion she wasn�t yet quite ready to name. It was a heady feeling and she swayed a little in his arms. Pulling back, he studied her with amusement, a light brush of concern evident in his eyes.

�Are you alright, my little goddess?�

�Fine, just caught off guard by your radiance.� He smirked and she tilted her head, trying to think how best to phrase her question without offending his sometimes delicate sensibilities. �Now tell me about your costume.�

�Well, my natural appearance is fairly suited to assume the countenance of a duine sidhe, a fey. I thought it fitting to offer a tribute to the fairy folk on Samhain.� He shrugged nonchalantly, as if he�d said �Oh this? Just something I had lying around.�

Smiling lightly at his blas� attitude, she studied him again, reaching up to tentatively touch the points on his ears. With even more hesitation, she stretched up on her toes pressing her lips against his in a feather-light kiss, her eyes open and trained on his face. His ethereal presence made it seem as if he might suddenly disappear at any moment. He held her solidly, however, his hands slipping down to grip her hips, pulling her tightly against him as he deepened the kiss. Wanting nothing more than to throw down her bow and spend the evening basking in his luminescence, Hermione grasped at the wavering edges of her grip on lucidity and disengaged from his marauding lips. She groaned in exasperated ecstasy as it only served to encourage him to kiss and lick the skin of her throat.

�Draco, we have to go down. We�re nearly late as it is.� She gasped as he nipped at the place where her pulse was thudding wildly beneath her skin. �If we do this now, I�ll have to make you stay until the end of the dance to make up for it.�

Thankfully he pulled back, his face registering his displeasure. She didn�t think she would have been able to have withstood very much more of his amorous attentions without losing every remnant of coherent thought. Even marred by a slight frown, his face was so charming she couldn�t help the bright, affectionate smile that spread across her face. Brushing a strand of his silky hair out of his eyes, she lifted her lips to his once more before drawing out of his arms and leading the way to the door.

As they traversed the corridor heading away from their rooms Hermione started when Draco took her hand in his. Looking down at their clasped hands in confusion and then up at his face, her mind spun at the implications of such an action. He simply squeezed her hand, a light smile on his face as he continued to look down the hallway in the direction that they were going. She supposed that, in his mind at least, the main objections she might have had to their publicly declaring themselves a couple, namely the unawareness on the part of her friends, were now gone, and, apparently, he intended to take advantage of the opportunity. She realized there would have been speculation by their peers anyway, but the thought still made her a bit nervous. Especially since Draco hadn�t told her how he was going to �handle� the megalomaniac to which he reported. And there was the fact that her friends weren�t speaking to her; seeing her with Draco certainly wouldn�t help matters there. Still, his presence was calming, settling her nerves, even as its possible consequences were causing them. So, throwing caution to the wind, she twined her fingers with his, seeing his smile widen out of the corner of her eye.

As they neared the Great Hall they encountered more and more people and Hermione began to get more and more anxious. Her breathing rate picked up until she was almost hyperventilating. It was too much! Too soon! She liked the idea of being in a public relationship with Draco. She liked it a lot. She liked the thought of being able to spend time with him without hiding. She liked the idea of being able to display her claim on him to all those vapid whores still intent on shagging him, and especially to those intent on �bagging� him. But if she could do it with the absolute guarantee that no one in Voldemort�s camp would find out, she�d be a great deal less terrified at the reality.

They were outside the Great Hall in the entryway to the castle when she did start to hyperventilate. She knew she was being silly and that worrying herself into a panic attack wasn�t useful in any way, but she couldn�t help it. If they went in there together holding hands everyone would know, and then it was only a matter of time before some stupid rag like the Daily Prophet pasted them into their Society Pages. Black spots danced before her eyes as she began seeing flashes of a bloody and disfigured Draco behind her eyelids. She was nearing collapse when she finally realized that the subject of her horrifying images was standing in front of her, his fingers gently brushing her cheek, his other arm wrapped around her waist, supporting her, as he spoke to her in soothing tones.

�Shh, it�s all right. Breathe, Hermione. Everything�s going to be fine. We can keep up with the �Head students always go together� line if you�re worried about what people are going to think.� She looked at him in astonishment.

�No, you stupid git, it�s not that.� She managed to squeak out as she began catching her breath, his steady gaze and his gentle fingers on her skin grounding her. �They�ll know. They�ll find out. Someone will tell them. And then you�they�ll�and I can�t protect you from them!�

�Protect me?� His brow furrowed in confusion as he pieced out what she was saying. Affectionate amusement came with sudden comprehension as he brushed his fingers against her lips. �We�ve been through this already, kitten. You have enough troubles of your own without taking on mine. Besides, I�d rather like to think I�ll be able to hear good ol� Lucius screaming from here if we make it into the morning paper.�

He gave her a devastatingly sexy grin and leaned down to kiss her lightly, not caring that there were at least ten other people in the entryway including a group of fourth year Slytherins who had stopped to gawk at them. Stepping back from her and giving her the most indecent once over, his eyes hovering over certain parts of her anatomy with undisguised heat, he regained her hand and pressed it to his lips.

�And I want everyone to know that this breathtaking goddess is mine.� Dropping his voice to a near whisper, the desire in his eyes was slowly fogging her brain until an answering call was the only thing of which she was conscious. �I want this. Will you give it to me?�

Numbly, only now half aware of what exactly she was agreeing to, she nodded and allowed him to draw her into the Great Hall at his side, hand in hand.

The whispering had begun even before they�d entered thanks to their display in the entryway, and the combined lighting effects of their costumes � a sign of their mutual brilliance both literal and mental � certainly didn�t aid in a low profile entrance. But Hermione�s eyes were too busy for her to notice anyway. At once she was taking in the d�cor of the Hall and searching for her friends. The prefects had done a fabulous job of decorating, and it pleased Hermione greatly, since she had too many duties as Head Girl to do very much of the work herself. There was a low-lying fog creeping around the floor and enchanted black paper bats flying around above their heads. Large transfigured trees circled the edges of the room making it look as if they were in an eerie forest clearing with the nearly full moon shining down on them from the enchanted ceiling. There were the standard candles and cobwebs providing light and atmosphere around the room. All in all a very nicely executed design.

But Hermione�s brain was only passively registering the pleasantly creepy ambiance of the Hall as she searched for the tell-tale mops of black and red in the crowd. She found them almost exactly when they seemed to notice her. But one look at the company she was currently entertaining found a disgruntled sneer on both their faces as they stubbornly turned away from her to continue whatever discussion that had�or had not been having. Resolute in her determination to have a good time, which certainly did not allow for crying, she turned her attention from them back to the Fey at her side; his own faced painted with an angry frown.

�Gits.� He mumbled under his breath as he led her over to the dance floor.

She was subtly aware of him turning up his outpouring of charisma on her, sensate to his attempts to distract her from her distress. And she adored him for it. She felt another near-tangible swell of affection for him, like the one she�d nearly been overwhelmed by in their common room, as they lightly debated the precise difference between a fog and a mist.

When they first decided to break from dancing, without even giving her eyes a moment of time to search for her friends, he led her over to a small group of seventh-year Slytherins. As she approached, her astute mind whirred through her recognition of their names and faces, reviewing everything she knew about them; which was embarrassingly little given the fact that they had been attending the same school for over six years.

Blaise Zabini, Theo Nott, Daphne Greengrass, and Millicent Bulstrode lounged around one of the small tables transfigured to look like tree stumps sipping on glasses of what Hermione decided to assume was punch. Some of her nerves returned as they made their way over to the group, her gaze quickly flitting from face to face attempting to gauge their reaction to her imminent presence. Blaise and Daphne had affected that seeming ubiquitously Slytherin unemotional blank look, while Millicent seemed slightly perplexed, though not openly hostile, which Hermione took comfort in. Theo, however, had a broad, mischievous grin spread across his winsome face; a sight she wasn�t sure was good or bad, since she had little practice reading Slytherins other than Draco.

�Got out of playing lady-in-waiting to her highness this evening there, Millie?�

Draco grinned at the group, wrapping his arm securely around her waist and pulling her close to his side in a silent declaration. Blaise and Daphne�s cool expressions never wavered and neither did Millicent�s detached confusion. But Theo�s grin got impossibly wider making him look very much the Cheshire cat.

�She�s got a date and I refuse to play third wheel: even for her.� Millicent�s eyes never left Hermione�s face as she said this, unnerving the brunette as her hazel eyes scrutinized the Gryffindor. �So this is your latest shag?�

She said it with so much haughty indifference that Hermione couldn�t muster the will to be offended, but instead, quite unexpectedly, felt hurt instead. She hadn�t even opened her mouth and she was already failing with Draco�s friends. His hand slipped around to rest on her stomach as he pulled her even closer to him, his voice ringing with a cold authority when he spoke that she had never heard before.

�Hermione is my girlfriend, and whether or not we shag is none of your business, Bulstrode.�

The girl in question let out a sort of amused huff. Honestly, no one would believe that Draco Malfoy was dating a girl and they weren�t shagging, but Hermione beamed at him for the effort at maintaining her virtue, pointless as it was. Plus, the word �girlfriend� filled her abdomen with ridiculous little bubbles that made her feel absolutely lighter than air.

�Hermione, I�m sure you know who they are already, but let me formally introduce you to my friends. This is Millicent, Blaise, Theo, and Daphne.�

�Nice to meet you all.� She cringed inwardly at the timidity in her voice, but she couldn�t help it.

�Oh please Draco; don�t try to exact your revenge for my candor by getting her to call me �Millicent�.� Her narrowed eyes and peevish tone became that same carefully neutral blank as that of her friends when she turned back to Hermione. �Call me Millie. Only my grandmother calls me Millicent.�

�What an occasion! It isn�t every day one is graced with the presence of both Head students at once, especially that of the most beautiful Head Girl I�ve ever seen. And let me tell you, lovely Miss Granger, that my mother was Head Girl back in her day.�

Theo gave her a wicked smirk, but it was so full of obvious good humor that she couldn�t keep herself from giggling at his silly exaggeration. He was dressed, head to toe in black and he�d charmed his short sandy-brown hair to hang in two lank, coal black curtains on either side of his face. She had an inkling of recognition, but couldn�t believe he�d actually be gutsy enough to wear such a costume.

�Don�t believe a word he says, Hermione. His mum wasn�t even a prefect.� Draco smirked in turn at his friend as he pulled out a chair for her before settling himself on the one next to her, draping his arm across the back and around her shoulders. �Who in Hades are you supposed to be anyway, Nott?�

�Professor Snape, of course! Do be a chum and give us a warning if you see him prowling about won�t you? I�d prefer to keep my bits and my grades intact.� The cool expression was gone from Blaise�s face as he began chuckling at his companion.

�You have a serious death wish for even showing up like that, Theo. You know he�s going to find out at some point.�

As he spoke, Hermione could see sharp points on Blaise�s upper canines, which paired with the unusual pallor on his dark skin and his antique dress robes made him an even more imposing figure than she normally found him and brought memories of Slughorn�s Christmas party the previous year and the vampire named Sanguini to mind. Turning his dark brown eyes on her, even though his face had regained a bit of that cool composure, she could see warmth in their sparkling depths.

�Good evening, Hermione. You really do look very enticing. Artemis, if I�m not mistaken?�

�Yes, I found the irony of dressing as the virgin goddess too appealing to pass up given my reputation.� At this, Blaise and Theo shared an entertained look and Millie huffed once more, ruffling her dark blonde bangs as she readjusted her Holyhead Harpies Quidditch uniform. Hermione vaguely recalled that she was the keeper for the Slytherins and the only girl on the team.

�And please tell me, Draco, that you did not show up dressed like a fairy.� Theo was grinning again, and Hermione began to relax as she realized the Slytherin was genuinely likeable.

�Okay, I did not show up dressed like a fairy.� Draco shrugged nonchalantly, smirking equally at his outgoing friend.

Hermione felt increasingly at ease with her lover�s friends. The repartee among the three boys was sarcastic and biting, but extremely witty and humorous with an occasional barb thrown in from Millie. It put Draco�s sense of humor in perspective and she developed a new awareness of the people from the House she felt she least understood. She was fully engaged in listening to the conversation of the people around her until a soft, cool hand on her arm shocked her out of focus. She�d nearly forgotten that Daphne was even there.

The honey blonde haired girl was whip thin, and a bit shorter than Hermione, if she remembered correctly, with large brown eyes and beautiful shell pink lips. Dressed in a gothic gown of deep purple and black, she too flashed fangs at Hermione when she spoke making it apparent that she was Blaise�s date and that they�d coordinated.

�How long have you and Draco been dating?� Her voice was soft and pleasant, and she leaned in to be heard, rather than raising her voice, ostensibly trying to avoid the notice of the rest of their company.

�Oh, um�not long. It�s hard to say�exactly. About a week, I suppose.� Daphne nodded sagely, understanding flashing in her eyes, and Hermione was forcibly reminded that the blonde had also slept with Draco.

�After you sat down with us I started playing it back in my mind and that�s about the conclusion I came to.� She sighed and looked over at Draco with affection, making Hermione instantly feel a wash of protective jealousy, which she just as quickly tamped down, and also inadequacy at the compulsive comparison of herself to the beautiful blonde. Turning her smile back to Hermione, the affectionate light in Daphne�s eyes never wavered. �He�s been so much happier and relaxed lately. And I thank you for that.�

�Th-thank me? Why?�

�Draco and I have been friends for a long time, and there haven�t been very many occasions where he�s smiled as much in a month as he has in the past week. Despite his position, he hasn�t had a lot to be happy about in his life, and so I�m thanking you for making him so; for giving him the chance to prove himself to you. I know he hasn�t always been very kind to you.� After a pause, when Hermione made no move to speak, letting what she�d just been told sink in, Daphne spoke again. This time her voice full of the feminine teasing quality that Hermione recognized from when Ginny was trying to wheedle information out of her. �He seems to be terribly fond of you. I�ve never seen him act this way with anyone before."

She motioned to his arm draped across her shoulders where Draco�s hand was absently brushing her arm, his thumb drawing circles on the bare skin of her shoulder as he conversed with his mates. Not having consciously realized what he was doing, she felt her cheeks blush lightly at the familiarity of his touch, even as she admonished herself that she shouldn�t care what anyone else thought. Daphne just smiled amiably at her.

�Y-yes, I�I think he might be.�

Daphne�s smile brightened as if she�d just been told some very good news, which confused Hermione a bit. Perhaps, they really were just friends. Maybe it was like how Hermione had felt when Harry had finally started showing affection for Ginny. That thought made her smile back at the blonde girl. They fell into an easy rapport, laughing quietly together at the antics of boys until their attention was recalled to the rest of their party by Blaise�s mellifluous voice addressing them.

�Daphne dear, would you mind terribly if I asked Hermione to dance?�

�Of course not Blaise. Theo made me promise to allow him to step on my feet for at least one song anyhow.�

�I object to your denigration of my dancing skills Daphne. Just because I�m not naturally graceful like these two poofs doesn�t mean I can�t spin a girl around the floor without causing her bodily harm.� Theo winked at Hermione as he swept a laughing Daphne out of her chair and onto the dance floor.

�What do you say, Hermione? Will you give me the honor of this dance?� Without thought, she glanced at Draco, who had a relaxed expression on his face, easing her worries that he might not like her dancing with his debonair friend.

�Alright.�

With a gallant bow and a dazzling smile, Blaise offered his hand, leading her gently to the floor where he pulled her into his arms, close enough to hold a quiet conversation, but with a respectable distance between their bodies keeping her from feeling anxious in his embrace.

He spoke kindly to her without a trace of the cool persona that all Slytherins seemed to adopt with anyone not close to them and she found herself liking his earnest congeniality as much as Theo�s boyish exuberance. He complimented her costume once more and she his and they spoke about school and the responsibilities of being a Head student and he reiterated much of what Daphne had said to her. She was marveling at how easy it was to converse with Draco�s friends, people she probably never would have had the opportunity to become acquainted with before when she caught a glimpse of Ron scowling at her as he danced distractedly with a desperately chatting Lavender. Feeling her stiffen, Blaise followed her gaze and quickly turned them so that she was no longer looking at the ginger Gryffindor. But it didn�t matter, she�d seen enough. Her heart plummeted to somewhere in the vicinity of her golden sandals and her good mood vanished in a heartbeat. With a humorless chuckle, Blaise met her eyes with understanding.

�I wouldn�t worry about him too much, Hermione. You Gryffindors are all as big on forgiveness as you are on letting emotions rule your temper. Besides,� he turned her again and motioned with his head to her left, �I�d be more worried about Pansy Parkinson if I were you.�

Draco seemed to be half dancing, half trying to escape the diminutive girl as she flitted around him, determined to keep him in her arms as she tried to press herself indecently against him. Hermione�s eyes widened at the girl�s costume. It was�bold to say the least. She�d been a bit tentative herself at how much skin her Grecian inspired dress exposed, but it was nothing compared to Pansy�s. Her small breasts were adequately covered by a heavily embroidered top in a dark forest green that looked a bit like a Muggle bikini and dripped with beaded fringe. Her legs were surrounded by several layers of sheer green fabric also sparkling with beads that gave glimpses of her legs when she swirled. She wore belled anklets and her feet were bare. She had charmed her dark hair to fall to her waist and her eyes were rimmed with kohl. All in all, her costume was a decently accurate replica of a belly dancer, but compared to her peers, the amount of skin she was exposing was shocking. Hermione felt a bit bad for the girl that she felt she had to dress that way to gain attention. Her charitable feelings didn�t last long, however.

Seeming to give up on trying to get Draco to dance with her properly, Pansy took a step back from him and began speaking in a loud voice, calculated to carry to those around them. It wasn�t so much that � Hermione wasn�t surprised at such an obvious technique from the less than brilliant Slytherin � it was what she said that made Hermione see red.

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She tried to reason with him first, hoping that she wouldn�t have to resort to her poorly conceived plan, already dreading how it might turn out, even while determined to follow it through to the end if her last minute persuasion didn�t work.

It didn�t. He didn�t deign to apologize, even when she lay on layers of not so subtle hints, and he hardly wanted to dance with her, let alone beg for her to come back to him. All in all, it worked about as well as her attempts to convince her date not to wear those ghastly, orange Chuddley Cannons Quidditch robes that clashed horribly with his hair, even if they did look amazing on him otherwise.

So, gathering up all her anger and frustration like a cloak to protect herself, she stepped away from him and began speaking in a loud voice, knowing that her words only needed to reach one of a few people who were sure to spread the conversation like wildfire; and one of those people was nearby and sure to hear: Lavender Brown, Gryffindor�s gossip queen.

�I�m sorry, Draco. It doesn�t matter how much you apologize to me; I will never get back together with you. I�m here with Ron, and he�s a much better lover than you!� She didn�t actually know if that was true, but she doubted that the ginger boy would want to dispute the idea that he was a better lover than the infamous Draco Malfoy.

His grey eyes narrowed and his mouth opened as Pansy prepared to flee the Hall, hopefully making him look like a fool as he railed after her. But before either thing could happen, his retort or her escape, something completely unexpected which rooted her to her spot occurred instead.

�Please refrain from accosting my boyfriend on the dance floor and shouting your inane delusions for everyone to hear, Parkinson.�

Her mouth dropped open in shock and horror. That�that�mudblood BITCH had sidled up to Draco, wrapping her arms about his waist, and used the word �boyfriend�. But what was worse, infinitely worse, was that instead of pushing the bushy haired swot away from him and decimating her lies, he wrapped his own arm around her and quirked his lips in a vicious, triumphant smirk.

Her eyes filled with tears and she could hardly see as she ran from the Hall, not caring about the jeering and laughing that followed her, blinded by the image of Draco�s arm around the glowing and brilliant Head Girl, the smartest witch to come out of Hogwarts in over a century, someone she could never hope to top, and deafened by the word �boyfriend� ringing over and over again in her ears.

Never once in all the years that they had been together had she been allowed to call Draco her boyfriend.

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A/N: Oh wow! Thank you so much for the outpouring of reviews for the last chapter. I hope I didn�t sounding like I was whining or threatening to �pack up my toys and go home�, because certainly neither was the case. Just wanted to make sure nothing was going dangerously awry that I hadn�t noticed.

But, seriously, sincere, sincere thanks for your kind words! Honestly, getting such nice responses motivates me to write and get chapters out a bit faster.

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