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Let There Be No More Curse	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 61015 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 10
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Jk Rowling, I do not make any profit in writing this story what so ever, I am just having some fun.

Chapter List
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AN: So sorry for the long update, I've been really busy with the Quidditch challenge. AND it's sooo difficult to write with the extra person in the house. I'll be house sitting soon though, so I'll have a few quite hours to myself every night :)

"Ready?"
Hermione had settled herself into the bed and covered herself with more layers of blankets than necessary. She was avoiding from looking at him, her eyes fixed up at the ceiling. She inhaled deeply and nodded, letting the air seep out her lungs slowly. The side of the bed sank down next to her as he slipped in. In the silence between the two, she noted that his breathing was slow and even. Not a reaction from someone who was nervous.
Well, of course he wasn't! How many women had he bed in his adulthood so far? Not to mention the possibility of a large number in his adolescent years. This wasn't abnormal for him at all.
Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione watched Malfoy positioned himself onto his back, tucking a hand behind his head. He was completely composed while she was as rigid as a piece of wood.
"Would you relax?" He finally broke their tense quietness.
"I've..." She closed her eyes and swallowed hard. "I've never shared a bed with someone before."
Malfoy shifted his weight onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow. She glanced at him to see that he studying her curiously. Hermione's eyes returned to the gold coloured ceiling.
"Not even with the Weasel-" he cut himself off short, realizing that he had used his insult for her friend/ex-lover.
"No, not even with Ron," Hermione answered, choosing to ignore his slip up.
"But you've had sex with him..." Malfoy inquired. "Are you telling me that you have never slept in the same bed as your sex partner?"
"No! I haven't!" She huffed indignantly. "Not all of us are as comfortable with the opposite sex as you are, so, can you shut up about it, please?!" She rolled onto her stomach, facing her head to the wall, away from him.
"Oh, I see," he drawled banteringly, "Now I know why you're so close to his sister..." It took Hermione a second to realize what he had met by that. She turned her head with a snap to glare at him. He chuckled lightly. "I was only joking with you, Granger! You have got to loosen up some! But, you know... I wouldn't ever mind a threesome-"
"Go to sleep," she growled, not in the mood for his teasing. Friendly or not.
Malfoy took the hint, mumbling a few things under his breath before readjusting himself back into his previous position. "You've been through worse, you know. And it's not like you're bound to Goyle or Flint. I'd fully understand your reluctance then."
"Oh my God!" Hermione shrieked, shuddering at the thought of one of those creeps in the place of Malfoy. "Now I'll never get to sleep!"
This made Malfoy burst out into actual laughter. "You really are too easy!" He exclaimed.
Herrmione closed her eyes, determined to get some sleep before Scorpius would wake her up for an early morning feeding. "Keep that up and you'll wake the baby, then you'll know what it's like to stay up all night with him fussing."
"You speak wise words," he said in a wary whisper after he had contemplated her threat.
Hermione felt his hand hesitantly touch hers before he took it entirely with his own. With difficulty, she willed herself from pulling away, reminding herself that this was what they had agreed on; sleep next to each other, all the while, holding hands.
A warm and fuzzy sensation ran through her body, starting at the tips of her toes and fingers and finishing in the pit of her stomach. "Did you feel that?" She asked Malfoy.
"Feel what?" His voice was thick with sleepiness.
"That ting-" Hermione clamped her mouth shut. Maybe he shouldn't know that she might have just felt a bit of pleasure when he had touched her. He had already teased her enough this evening. "Never mind," she said through a yawn and drifted into a sudden sleep.
Sometime later, Hermione woke up with a start after dreaming that she had been swimming. She touched her shirt and groaned. The front of it was soaking wet with milk. Her son was faintly whimpering just feet away from her in his bassinet.
"I'm coming!" She whispered hectically to Scorpius, scrambling out of bed to reach him before he managed to get impatient with her and start any actual crying. "There we go," she said softly as she lifted him into her arms. She kissed his forehead, thankful that he hadn't gotten too upset, but his whimpers did get louder in his anticipation for his meal.
"Oh, don't start that now," Hermione told the baby, cradling him to her and stealing a glance toward Malfoy. He looked like a dark shadow because he was buried under his pitch black blanket (he had brought it with him, having had claimed that he only used his own bedding from home). All that she saw of him was his head, his blond hair stood out in the dim room. "Daddy wouldn't want to know that his heir is already acting like a lion." Hermione said as she took Scorpius into the next room to feed him. "Strictly unheard of for a Malfoy to be a Gryffindor!" She said in mockery. She did smile at the thought though.
She rocked both her and her son to sleep, before waking up once again with a crick in her neck. "Time to go back to bed," she told the sleeping boy, rubbing at the ache in her neck.
When Hermione returned to the Master bedroom, she heard a faint moan from the bed and saw that Malfoy's legs were shaking back and forth in a frenzy. "No!" He moaned hoarsely. "I didn't mean-!"
Hermione put the baby back in his bassinet and cautiously inched her way to the bed, frowning at the man. She absentmindedly touched the cuff wrapped around her arm, deep in thought.
"Stop!" Malfoy cried out in desperation. "Please...!"
"Malfoy," Hermione whispered. "Wake up! You're having a nightmare!" He was thrashing now, sobbing loudly. "Malfoy!" Hermione hurriedly climbed into bed and shook at him. "Wake up!" She raised her voice.
His head turned, his face facing hers, but she could see that he was still sleeping. Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes and slid down his cheeks, wetting the pillow beneath him. "I'm sor-ry...!" He sputtered out.
Hermione found his hand, squeezing it gently, wishing for whatever was tormenting him to go away. "Come on, Malfoy," she said coaxingly. "Wake up..."
Malfoy suddenly went limp and his breathing slowed. His legs no longer shook in terror. A moment later, he made a deep sigh, one that Hermione took as contentious. His nightmare was gone, and she hoped it was replaced with something much more pleasant than whatever he had just dreamed of.
Without unlinking their hands, she covered herself up with her own blanket and lay down close next to him, studying his now blank face. "You're alright," she said in reassurance. She swallowed down the threat of an oncoming sob. "Nothing can hurt us anymore..."
The bed was empty next to Hermione when she had woken up a final time that morning. Malfoy's blanket and pillow were no longer there either. Sunlight peeked through the sheer crimson lace curtains. She could faintly hear a murmur of voices from below. She guessed that they were coming from the kitchen. A quick glance at the empty bassinet and Hermione assumed Malfoy had taken over the parenting role once again.
She tossed on a bathrobe and ventured down to the kitchen, meeting the lovely smell of bacon and eggs.
"I took the liberty in having Toogy make us some omelets," Malfoy said as soon as she stepped foot inside the room. He had Scorpius tucked into an arm, and had already mastered at eating with one hand. "Weston's off scrubbing the master bathroom; Scorpius had a bit of an accident when I bathed him."
"You dressed him in black." She wrinkled her nose at Malfoy's choice in clothing colour for their son.
"He's my own little Mini Me!" Malfoy said with a pleased grin.
"Mini Me? Are you saying-"
"Muggles have some interesting entertainment devices," Malfoy complimented. "Even Father thinks so!" He laughed. "He has one of them DVD players, although, he finds the American Western movies much more entertaining than my own selection of adult comedies."
Hermione gaped at him in disbelief. "I'd never would have thought that you, of all people, would give muggle television a try."
"It was Goyle's doing. He married that..." Malfoy trailed off in thought, not finishing the sentence he had started. Hermione figured he probably wouldn't. It had surprised her and all her friends when they had learned that Gregory Goyle had met a muggle woman and married her. Many people had really changed since the war.
She sat down at the tiny table and Toogy instantly set a plate of breakfast down in front of her. "Thank you. It was very nice of you to think of me," she said to both Malfoy and Toogy.
"Toogy is very happy to serve the heir's mother!" Toogy said as she bowed low.
"Toogy, Miss Granger does not want to be bowed at," Malfoy dryly informed his elf.
"It is bad habit, sir," the elf said apologetically before returning to her work.
"Did you have a good sleep?" Hermione asked Malfoy, taking a bite off her strip of bacon.
He stirred in his seat ever so slightly. Unfortunate for him, it was not quick enough for Hermione to not notice. "Yes, I slept quite decently for most of the night."
A truthful answer, Hermione noted. "Me too. Do you think it was enough to satisfy the bond?"
He shrugged. "I guess we'll see in a few days."
Hermione took that moment to look down at her breakfast. She shrieked out in horror and pushed her plate away.
"What's wrong?!" Malfoy demanded in alarm.
"It has mushrooms in it..."
"Yes, so?"
"I'm...allergic..." Hermione announced quietly. "Sorry... I just... I mean, they will literally kill me..."
"No, it's okay, Granger... I didn't know, I'm sorry." He then sighed. "We're going to have to do something about this..."
"About the breakfast?" She asked in confusion. "I'm sure one of the elves will eat-"
"No, I mean..." He looked at her with all seriousness in his eyes. "We don't really know much about each other..."
"Oh..." She looked away, wringing her hands under the table. "Yes, you're right."
"How about I come over a little earlier next time. We can go to my favourite place and have dinner. My parents will watch Scorpius for us."
Hermione eyed Malfoy carefully. "Are you asking me on an official date?" She asked very slowly.
He took his time thinking before he simply nodded his answer.
"Alright..." Hermione agreed.
"But just as friends!" He added quickly.
Hermione smiled. Never in her life would she had thought Malfoy would have spoke about her and the word 'friend' in the same conversation.
Malfoy scoffed. "Don't expect me to kiss you goodnight or anything!"
Hermione's smile faded. She shrugged and took a sip of her tea. "Well, if that's going to be the terms, then I would be delighted."
* / *
"You're going to wear that?!"
Hermione found Ginny's reflection in the body sized mirror that she was standing in front of. Her friend sat on the bed, giving her dress a look of scrutiny.
"What's wrong with it?" Hermione asked, adjusting the shoulder strap of the red dress she was wearing.
"It's too casual," Ginny said and went to Hermione's closet. "Knowing Draco Malfoy, you're going somewhere off the charts, you'll need a dress fit for a spectacular place..."
"I just had a baby, Ginny! I am not going to look spectacular in anything!"
"Nonsense!" Ginny searched through the closet, scraping hangers against the rod that they hung on. She gasped in awe. "This!" Ginny squealed, extracting a black batwinged sleeved dress. "These and your red hooped earrings will probably make his eyes bulge! Maybe even other body parts, if you know what I mean." Ginny winked and made a popping sound with her mouth.
Hermione rolled her eyes as she shimmied out of the first dress to change into the one that Ginny was holding out for her. "I am not interested in impressing Malfoy. We're just going on an outing to um... talk and stuff."
Ginny nodded. "And stuff." She giggled at the glare Hermione sent to her. "I do think it's rather admirable how much he's changed though," she switch the subject quickly.
"You did not just say that!" Hermione shrieked.
"Come on, Mione!" Ginny shot back. "Are you seriously going to keep pretending that you have no feelings for him whatsoever? He's supposedly the 'best sex you've ever had', yet, you have no feelings for him? Who do you think you're fooling here?!"
"Even if I did have feelings for him-" Hermione made Ginny snort in derision at this. "-he's not exactly giddy with the thought of having me around."
"Ugh! Mione!" Ginny tossed her hands helplessly up into the air. "You can't possibly mean that?!"
Hermione straightened the black dress, finding it a bit too extravagant for her taste, which could have been why it was way in the back of her closet.
"I do," she replied after a moment. "I know his reputation. He was a single bachelor before Scorpius was conceived. A new girl was wrapped around his arm every couple of weeks. And now... he's just... well, I don't know. He hasn't exactly made a serious move on me. He's joked about things, but that's pretty much it."
Ginny sighed. "You're hopeless, I'll tell you that!"
"I am not hopeless," Hermione argued.
"Fine, you're just blind when it comes to guys."
"And you think you're the walking encyclopedia when it comes to them."
"Well, I am," Ginny grinned. "I did grow up withsix very different brothers, after all!"
"And none of them are Slytherins," Hermione pointed out firmly. "Who are, in case you have not noticed, very hard to read."
"Exactly, Hermione," Ginny smirked. "That's exactly what I have been saying this whole time!"
Malfoy arrived promptly at 8:00pm the following evening. He wore a typical black suit with a light grey shirt underneath. He also wore a tie which stood out against the darker colours. Hermione raise her eyebrows when she first seen it. He adjusted it, giving her a bit of a smile. "I thought I'd be a bit different tonight."
"Different it certainly is." She had to bite her lip to keep herself from giggling. She wasn't sure if he had purposely chosen Gryffindor red, or if it had been purely accidental. None the less, it was odd seeing him with a red material and not the Slytherin green. But now that she thought about it, Hermione could not remember when he had stopped wearing the Slytherin green, having had adopted his Father's sense in attire years ago. It must had been during the war.
"My Father gave me that same look when he saw this tie," Malfoy grunted. "Perhaps it was a bad idea. I'll just go change it." He turned to go back into the Floo.
"No, wait." Hermione stepped closer to him. "It's fine," she tried ensuring him. "It's just a change to see you in something other than colours in the same section as black on the colour pallete."
"Funny you say that since that's exactly what you have chosen to wear tonight." His eyes quickly scanned over her dress.
"I had... help." Hermione wasn't about to take credit for this dress, not liking that it revealed more than she was accustomed to.
"I've noticed Potter's wife has excellent fashion sense," Malfoy nodded approvingly. "You may wish to take lessons one day."
She laughed. "No thanks."
Malfoy then looked a his watch, and beckoned her to join him at his side. "We have an hour to get Fukuda's. I've got reservations there."
"And Scorpius?" She asked looking at the sleeping infant who was snuggled in his muggle child's seat.
"Toogy will bring him to Mother as soon as we leave. He'll be fine."
"Alright," Hermione said and leaned down to give her son a kiss good bye. "Mumma loves you so much," she whispered to the boy. "Don't give your grandparents too rough of a time."
"See you tonight, little chomper," Malfoy said to Scorpius. "Ready?" He asked Hermione and began apparating them away after she had nodded.
The restaurant was surprising small and quiet, but it made up its tiny size with decor, and it was no wonder that it was a favourite of Malfoy's; the twenty booths that random sprawled throughout the dining area were jet black with specks of silver ("That's real silver, Granger," he had whispered to her, and grinned at her astonished look that had followed his statement). The floors were white, and the tables were made of clear glass.
"Interesting..." Hermione thought out loud. She felt oddly bare. Malfoy would be able to see everything that she would do. No wringing of her hands tonight. Not if she didn't want to appear like an anxious chicken, at least.
Malfoy ordered a sample platter from the Japanese menu, Hermione soon discovered that she loved the Yakitori with a side of Onigiri. She practically ate every bit of it.
"Sorry," she mumbled, noticing that Malfoy hadn't gotten even a bite of it.
"Don't be, I never much cared for the Yakitori anyway." He then smartly suggested that they each ask a question in turn so they could learn more about each other. Hermione learned that Malfoy's favourite fruit was the apple, but only the green ones, as they provided just enough tartness for his taste buds. He hardly ate many sweets, preferring more healthy foods than non.
"You won't ever see me eat a turnip though," he scrunched up his face. "Bloody disgusting things!"
"They are good!" Hermione defended the vegetable. "Especially roasted just right and baked with the perfect amount of butter."
"You can have all the turnips that you wish!"
Hermione told Malfoy about the time that she was sent to the hospital over the mushroom incident when she was five. "The doctors were surprised that I had survived. I was blue in the face by the time they had gotten to me."
Malfoy sipped his water. "I don't think anything can kill you. You're one hell of a fighter, Granger."
Hermione gazed down at her plate of food and chewed the inside of her mouth. "I suppose so..."
"How about we have a dance?" He suggested.
"Dance?" Hermione glanced around and began fingering one of her hooped earrings. "I don't know..."
"I know you know how to dance. In our fourth year, Krum made all the other guys awfully envious. Even Zabini slipped out a comment about your womanly figure."
"He did?" This really shocked her.
Malfoy chuckled and stood up, placing his serviette next to his plate. "It was the first and only time that he wished he wasn't Pure." He set his hand out for her to take.
Hermione stared at his awaiting hand. "And what did you say when he had made that comment?"
Mlfoy's fingers twitched upon hearing her question. Nothing was said between them for several moments. The murmur of other diners could be heard, and the overhead Japanese music filled Hermione's ears with a much needed sound.
She didn't know why she had asked that question. It sort of just came out. "I'm sorry," she told him truthfully, placing her hand into his still poised palm. She couldn't look at his face, afraid she would see hurt. "I didn't-" She was stopped short as Malfoy pulled her up to her feet. They were extremely close to each other. Hermione took a moment to glance at his face, more in curiosity than anything. His eyebrows were knitted together, but not from annoyance, or even hurt.
"At the Yule Ball, when my friends were secretly gawking at you, I had scolded them for it, reminding them of what you were. That you were..." His eyes fell down to her neck in shame, he then closed them and inhaled the word, "Feculent." He reopened his eyes, returning back to the look of concern he had given her before his confession. "You are nothing like the obscenities I had used in my youth to describe you," he said, leading her to a nearby location that was marked off for dancing in. "In fact, you are the exact opposite."
"You've already apologized for the disgraceful acts of your youth," she told him. "I suppose I was just curious to know how you had reacted to your friends' moment of weakness... I wasn't expecting you to apologize once again..."
"I know," Malfoy said softly. "I was only giving you what you had requested." He set his hand at her left ribcage, very close to her breast. This action of his created an exhilarating sensation that prickled throughout her body. It sent her pulse racing. Visions of his wandering hands came to her immediate mind, along with a memory of her screaming out his name. His first name.
Hermione swallowed uneasily, oblivious to the fact that Malfoy had already begun gracefully leading her around in the foxtrot.
"Are you alright?" His slow question brought her to the present.
"Yes," she said breathlessly.
He frowned, bringing them to a halt. "Are you not enjoying yourself?"
"I guess I'm just a bit dizzy..."
Malfoy looked like he didn't believe her, but he accepted the answer just the same. "Let's call it a night then. You're probably tired."
Overwhelmed with emotions, more like, she thought to herself.
They brought Scorpius back to the large house that Malfoy was still in the process of trying to coerce her into moving in.
She still wasn't used to sharing a bed with Malfoy, even if it was only for three nights a week. But she'd adapt, Hermione knew that.
* / *
Draco quickly gulped down a potion before Granger would come knocking on the bathroom door to use the loo. After three weeks of their bed sharing agreement, they had gotten into a routine now, and usually she came pounding on the door just as he stepped out of the shower. The first time she had done that made him practically jump out of his skin, having not expected it.
The potion sought out his jitters, and calmed him completely just as Granger's frantic knocking started. He took a deep breath before announcing that he was on his way out, tucking his wand in the chest of his shirt.
Even though this wasn't the only bathroom, she insisted on using this one alone. "Why put Weston through the extra work?" Granger had answered when he had asked why it was so important to use this bathroom alone. He had rolled his eyes.
This arrangement had been driving him a bit nutty. He had to take three different potions every morning after he spent the night over in the Manor that Granger still refused to move into. Draco swore that two of the potions were nearly worthless, but Severus insisted on them anyway. "Even if the effect only works about one percent, it is one less percent you have to fight against. The side effects are minimal."
Draco pressed his lips together as Granger flew past him, his shakes instantly returned as soon as her arm brushed against him.
Fuck!
He tossed a hand through his damp hair after she had shut the door, inhaling slow deep breaths. She was driving him nutty. Nothing else. And each day it was getting worse, his hunger growing stronger. He wasn't sure how much longer he could last for. His masturbating wasn't working anymore, and the hard ache in his groin was becoming unbearable. All this time, Draco had been waiting for her to make the first move since he feared he would scare her off if he made the first move. Both Father and Severus had agreed that his decision was a wise one, but when would she finally admit that she was fucking attracted to him?!
"You're supposed to be helping me," Draco scolded his son teasingly. Scorpius stared up with his wide eyes, sucking on the toes of one of his feet. He blinked innocently. "You prat," Draco picked up his son and gently bounced him, earning a tiny squeal before Scorpius began happily humming in baby language. "You're still cute though, so all is forgiven."
A scream from the bathroom made Draco jump a mile. "Granger? Are you alright?" She didn't answer. Draco replaced Scorpius back into his bassinet and called out her name again. He set his hand onto the doorknob. "I'm coming in if you don't answer me," he warned her. He received an answer this time, but it wasn't from her. Someone cackled joyously.
The hairs on Draco's skin stood on end. How in the bloody fuck?!
He unlocked the door quickly with a spell and swung the door open, and began trembling at the sight before him. Granger was hunched up in the corner whimpering. "Please," she whispered, "Don't hurt my baby...!"
"You're dead...!" Draco whispered to the woman who stood above Granger, her wand poised in attack.
"Filthy mudblood," the woman snarled, paying Draco no attention. "What did you do to make him sleep with you?! You wanted to have his baby didn't you! Tricked him, I'd wager!"
"Aunt Bellatrix..." Draco's lips trembled. He frantically backed away and lost his balance, tumbling to the ground. "No...!" He whispered. "No, it can't be...!"
"I'll kill him!" Aunt Bellatrix screeched, bending down to Granger's level. "No Malfoy will have mudblood flowing through him! My nephew will understand once he creates a new heir!"
"No!" Granger wailed, hauling herself up to her knees, snatching a hold of Aunt Bellatrix's dress. "Please, no!"
"SILENCE!" screamed Aunt Bellatrix and Granger's mouth clamped shut, tears flowed from her face. "How dare you touch me, you filth!" Aunt Bellatrix spat before twisting her lips into an evil grin. She twirled the tip of her wand in a circle, giggling gleefully. Scorpius appeared in her arms then. He started crying louder than Draco had ever heard him cry before.
"Scorpius...!" Draco scrambled to his feet, withdrawing his wand. "Aunt Bellatrix, no!" He roared when Aunt Bellatrix raised her knife above his son. Draco cast a spell to knock the knife out her hand, but the spell went right through her.
Draco paused in confusion. "Aunt B-B-Bellatrix...?" He whispered shakily. She made no notion that she had heard him, and it was at that moment that he began adding the pieces together.
Draco slipped between the two women, and his dead aunt's figure shortened slightly but grew out far and wide.
"You!"
Draco's wand shook in his hand, forgetting to cast the spell to make the young man disappear.
"It's your fault!" The figured accused.
"I didn't mean it...!" Draco said. "You h-have to believe me! You were one of my best fr-friends!"
"Yet, I would have never known it! You treated Gregory and I like fobberworms! And I'd still be alive if you hadn't been so obsessed with Perfect Potter!" Crabbe snarled. "You killed me, Malfoy! It's all your fault!"
"REDDIKULUS!" Crabbe shrunk into little Scorpius who let out a tiny giggle as he wizzed a stream of wee with no care in the world. Then he disappeared altogether. A loud snap of a cabinet door shutting followed his disappearance.
Draco felt arms loop around him, and, for once in his life, he did not care who saw him crying. He let the tears roll out, stuck in a series of sobs. "I did-didn't mean i-it!" He sobbed frantically. "I n-never w-wanted-"
"I know," she whispered, her hold on him got tighter. "I know." Granger's face pressed against his chest. "It's alright... Let it out, Draco," her soft voice, warm penetrating into his mind. "It's alright..."
Draco set his head onto her shoulder, relaxing a little as her calming voice eased his pain away. He raised his hand to touch the back of her head, running his fingers through her snarly hair. "Don't let go, Mione," he pleaded softly. "I need you."

AN: Forgive me for making such a short section in Draco's POV in this chapter. I try to have at least 2k words in each his and Hermione's POV, but it just didn't work out this time. I apologize... I am also sorry for not including a sex scene... Erm, I meant to, but the events just didn't lead up to it, and I REALLY liked the ending that I had come up with.
Review Responses from the last Update;
obrten: Patience... It's coming... :p
pickles: Np, hope you like this one :)
starr: *gets exciteed* Me too! It's so close that I can taste it... Oh, that came out wrong...!
cpetnm : That'll be explained in the next chapter :)
Trelweny: Hermione's feelings are somewhat real, according to her confession in chapter 1 when Draco reminaces about their sexual moment. The bond just strengthens the feelings. The bond is also (in a way) more powerful toward Draco, as it was HIS blood that caused the whole curse to begin with, so that is mostly why Draco is experiencing the effects more than Hermione. Unfair, I know, but Anne Marie Green made it like that (yes the bond is her creation).
Ashleh: Pleased to hear that you are enjoying the story! I don't know how you found it (it was hidden away in the updates) but glad you found it!
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