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Blood on the Ground	By : pepperdoc Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 15293 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“This will be your first scene, Granger.” Draco’s voice came through the blindfold which was tied over her ears. The fabric made his voice a little muffled. He wasn’t touching her. She was pretty sure he wasn’t even on the bed. “I won’t always be as gentle as I will be tonight. However, for safety’s sake, if it becomes too much for you to handle, which I doubt, hit the wall with your knuckle three times and we stop immediately, understand?”

The bonds on her arms moved, instead of her arms being tied to the corners of the bed, they were tied together, on either side of her head under the pillow. The wall was just next to her fingertips so she experimentally closed her hand in a fist and touched the wall with her knuckle. She was a little worried, but she nodded in her understanding. They had gone over the safety procedures when he had explained all of this to her, but this was the first time he’d mentioned it since then.

He lifted one of her feet, and at his touch she jumped. She heard his chuckle, and felt him taking off her sock. He lifted her other leg and she did not jump, knowing he would.

She waited for him to continue. It was so strange how she was aware of his regard, but could not see it. She was trying to figure out where he was in the room, his silent movements had always surprised her, but tonight she would probably learn exactly how silent he could be. She was unconsciously straining her ears under the fabric to try to locate him.

An icy liquid feeling coated her chest and legs, and she made a surprised noise. She felt the weight of her clothing melting off of her and realized he had used wordless magic to remove them. A callused finger traced her hip bone and she felt her hips buck to the contact. In the strangeness of being blindfolded, tied, and gagged she had forgotten her own arousal.

“Ah, Granger. I was beginning to be concerned.” His voice sounded like he was smirking. His finger touched her again, tracing her abdominal muscles barely visible below a small layer of softness. “Do you remember what I told you I would do to you?” His finger traced the underside of her breast and she could do nothing but whimper through the gag as her body throbbed in need. “You have no idea how mean I can be, do you remember that?”

She nodded. His breath whispered against her hip bone, tracing the path his finger just had. As he continued speaking the little tufts of air against her prone stomach distracted her from his words. “But tonight, you questioned me. And that means I can’t show you as I’d intended.” He reached the underside of her throbbing breast and he suddenly bit her lightly. She jumped and cried out through the gag in a strange mix of pain and pleasure. He kissed where he had just bit and whispered onto the dampened flesh, “It means, Granger, that you should get to see the sadistic side.”

Her heart started beating harder. Sadistic side? But he said he wouldn’t until I was ready… she thought. His breath was ghosting over her hardened nipple now. She realized that with the sensitivity of her nipple, if he were to repeat what he had just done… He blew on her nipple gently. A whimper escaped through her concern.

“Ah, but how I want to worship this body. Look at you. All tied up and waiting so patiently for your punishment. Your torture…” He had moved back, there was no warmth from his body radiating over her any longer. “You know what the best torture for you would be?” He waited as though expecting her to answer. She realized that he was torturing her. “This. This is your perfect torture. No control, no sight, no ability to say no. No way to answer when I question you.” Even his arrogance didn’t detract from the absolute correctness in his speech.

“I could whip you. I could bruise these perfect little tits of yours, Granger. I could even fuck your pretty little arse and then cane you until you can’t sit for a week.” His fingers traced the outside of her thigh closest to where he must be. The low throb from between her legs was intensified as he touched her. These threats made her grateful to him that he had chosen not to do them. She wasn’t sure how much she could handle yet. “But you wouldn’t learn your lesson.”

He lifted her legs to bend at the knee and opened. She did not fight him. The bed moved slightly, she thought he was standing or moving somewhere. His silent movements were a bit unnerving.

She felt him nearby, her side was warmed from his body heat, she thought. “Physical punishments won’t work well on you.” He continued, further away than she had thought him to be. “But perhaps a little wouldn’t hurt to emphasize the lesson.”

He slapped her inner thigh and she cried out through her gag. The stinging pain seemed to race through her body. He did it again on her other thigh and she whimpered in mild discomfort. He smoothed his hand over the warming flesh and asked her, “Can you smell yourself, Granger? Look at how wet this pretty little pussy is.” His fingers traced the wetness leaking out of her and she moaned into the gag. “My, what a dirty girl you are. So wet, and I’ve barely touched you.”

She heard him groan under his breath after he took his fingers away and imagined that he had just licked her moisture off his fingers. “So fucking good, Granger.” His breath was near her inner thigh again. She felt his warmth above her and imagined that he was kneeling next to her and leaning over her body to caress the soft skin leading to her aching core with his lips.

His tongue stroked into her folds suddenly and she arched into the pressure, wanting him to give her some release from the need burning through her veins. Her hip encountered his bare chest and she was too far gone to notice it. He kept the pressure too low for her to get much pleasure from it. Her inner walls were clenching painfully in want. She could feel his nose tickling her lips further down. He was carefully avoiding her clit and seemed to be simply enjoying how she tasted.

She heard him growl when she moaned and arched her hips to increase the pressure a second time. He moved his mouth away and a second later, the gag was removed from her. She smelled his pheromones growing stronger and she suddenly felt his hand on her chin turning her head to the side. “Suck my cock, Granger.” He ordered above her.

She felt his hot skin pressed against her swollen lips. She pressed them forward slightly and kissed the head. He hissed in a breath above her when she licked her lips and touched him with her tongue unintentionally. She traced the bottom of his head with her flattened tongue before she opened her lips wider to take him into her mouth. She moaned as he slid past her lips, loving the silken texture of his skin. She sucked him deeper into her mouth and he groaned.

She experimentally tightened her lips and began thrusting her mouth against him. She increased her suction and stroked against him with her tongue after a moment and he growled, “Fuck, Granger. There’s a good girl.” She flushed under his praise. She sped up her rhythm and by the noises coming from him, he enjoyed it.

His callused hand suddenly grabbed her breast closest to him roughly. She moaned at the contact and took him a little deeper into her throat, he growled his appreciation. Her neck was beginning to hurt, but she ignored it. He was pinching her nipple harder than he ever had and she felt like she might orgasm from the painful pleasure he was torturing her with. “Granger, I’m going to cover these tits with my cum and then I’m going to eat that pussy until you scream for me to stop,” He growled beginning to thrust into her mouth.

She moaned around him and allowed him to take over the speed. “Oh, fuck yes Granger. You let me fuck your face.” She desperately wished she could have been playing with herself again. She felt like she had soaked the sheets below her. Her clit was throbbing in time with his thrusts and she sucked harder. There were tears leaking from her eyes from her fighting her gag reflex for so long. He groaned and pulled his throbbing member from her mouth and she felt ribbons of warm liquid landing on her breasts and stomach.

She felt him moving between her legs and from between them, he told her, “Fuck, I wish I had a camera right now. Look at you, Granger, covered in my cum and panting for my tongue.” He pushed his tongue deep into her opening and fucked her with it roughly.

She nearly screamed at the contact. She had been so aroused for so long that she was like a bared nerve between her legs. He sucked her clit and thrust his fingers into her opening. Hermione could hear the squishy noises her own wetness made against him. She was just on the verge when he pulled his face back and began kissing her inner thigh while slowing his movements of his fingers to bare movement. She whimpered and raised her hips, trying to remind him what he was doing. He chuckled and began to place feathery kisses across her mound.

“Please, sir, please, can I cum?” She asked, trying to ignore how breathy her voice came out.

He rumbled against her, “No, you cannot.” He continued kissing across her inner thighs and outer lips before he attacked her clit again. His fingers sped up within her once more and she felt her orgasm approaching. She was panting above him and biting her lips as he continued. She approached the precipice again and again he backed off the areas she needed him to touch.

“Please Mr. Malfoy,” She begged, “Please let me cum.” She was nearly sobbing in her need. She heard his groan and he attacked her clit, roughly sucking and licking it. His fingers were fucking her hard and fast, crooked upwards to hit her g-spot. The world collapsed around her mind as she exploded in orgasm, screaming her release.

She came back from her high to the feeling of Draco’s tongue lapping against her languidly. He was making small noises in his throat from between her legs. She moaned as her arousal began again. She could feel his semen drying on her, and she wanted to wipe it off, but did not request it.

He licked her clit gently and she let out a shuddering moan. “Still going, then?” He asked. She bit her lip, not sure what to say. He moved and she felt his hardness pressing against her.

He whispered a cleaning spell and she felt his lips on her nipple. When it was perked to his liking he dragged his lips to the other and she couldn’t help but open her legs wider, trying to get him to slip inside her. He teased her again, pressing into her opening and not quite entering. She tried thrusting upwards to get him inside her sopping entrance, but he was too quick for her.

He reprimanded her actions by biting the underside of her breast again, harder than he had before. She moaned.

Something was wrong with her, she suddenly decided. This wasn’t normal, to be so aroused by pain. She pushed those thoughts roughly to the back of her mind. It’s just Draco, he so incendiary by nature, I just don’t care what he does to me. The thought should have caused a great deal of fear, but she couldn’t think when he pushed himself just inside of her opening and she heard herself panting, “Please, please, please,” When he pulled back.

She moaned her frustration as he continued biting and sucking her nipples. She felt like she might explode from what he was doing to her. He moved upward and began anew on her neck as she panted and arched against his hard body. She felt like she was near tears in frustration. “Please,” She moaned as he found a sensitive spot under her ear.

“Please what, Granger?” He growled against her hyperaware skin.

“Please can I have your…” She bit her lip in embarrassment.

He stopped moving and pulled back a bit. “My what?” He asked, his voice sounding like steel.

She regretted speaking and told him, “Nothing, I’m sorry… Sir.”

He leaned over her again and yanked her head to the side with her hair. It didn’t hurt Hermione, it seemed like he might have part of the blindfold instead of her hair so to not hurt her. He whispered against her ear, “You want my cock, Hermione? Does prissy little Granger not like to use bad words?”

She felt her body reacting. It was so strange that she would be turned on by his apparent anger, but it happened and she made a mental note of the incident for them to discuss later. She nodded.

He pressed against her again, pressing against but not entering her. “Say it.” He tightened his grip in her hair and pulled it a bit with one hand. With the other, he held her hip so she couldn’t raise them to force his entrance.

Most of his body weight was against her and she could barely breathe. She knocked once against the wall with her knuckle. He released her hip and braced himself on that hand, she could breathe, finally. “You fucking say that you want my cock Granger, say you want me to fuck your wet little pussy with my big cock and I’ll grant your wish.” He thrust against her slightly.

She stopped herself from thrusting herself onto him. She opened her mouth to speak, “I want… your …” She paused, “Cock.”

He growled above her, “Say the rest of it Granger, my patience is running out.”

She rushed through the rest of what he wanted her to say, “I want you to fuck my wet little pussy with your big…. Cock.”

He let go of her hair and grabbed her hips in both of his hands, raising her to him. He slammed himself into her, she cried out in her agonizing pleasure.

He fucked her hard and fast, grunting randomly. She found herself exploding in another orgasm after a moment and as her convulsions stopped he growled to her, “Fuck, I love this pussy Granger,” He roughly grabbed her breast again. “It feels so good when you cum all around me.”

She moaned at his words, experiencing a high like she never had in her life. Time around them seemed to stop. She had no idea how long it lasted. Colors intensified behind her blindfold. She suddenly focused on her senses. She could only smell their mixed scents. She could hear only his flesh pounding against hers. He was the only thing she could feel. She could still taste his precum on her tongue. She had never been so focused on any one person before in her life.

He slapped her hip and told her, “It’s courtesy to thank someone for a compliment.”

“Thank you, Mr. Malfoy.” She screamed as the world collapsed around her again. Tears leaked out of her eyes and it suddenly wasn’t enough to tell him ‘Thank you’ just once. She said it again. He lifted her legs to his shoulders, opening her up more and hitting her deeper. “Oh, fuck,” She whispered. He was hitting a spot deep inside of her that she had never even known existed. She could feel another orgasm approaching with each forceful thrust.

“You like it when I fuck you Granger?” He growled in response. She could hear his voice getting rougher as he said it. She thought he might be getting close to finishing.

“I love it when you fuck me, Mr. Malfoy.” She cried, finding herself tipping over the precipice again.

Through the orgasmic fog she heard him grow in response, “You fucking better. I’m going to fill this pussy with cum, like it deserves to be. You want that Granger?”

“Yes, sir!” She said through the haze of her orgasm.

“Oh, fuck, Granger filled with cum,” he muttered, as though he were picturing it. He thrust harder into her, ramming against her cervix and caused her to orgasm again. He thrust into her with a groan and she was aware of a mild pressure in her womb she assumed was his semen filling her.

He lowered her legs after a moment, ended the enchantment holding her arms above her head, untied the blindfold and conjured a glass of water that he handed to her, without a word. She winced at the light in the room, even though it was only candlelight. He helped her to sit up to take a shaky sip. She drank her fill, and he drank the rest, with sweat on his brow. They were both still panting.

She lay back down feeling strangely heavy. He cleaned the bed and her, then lay next to her. She glanced at him and asked, “Are you ok? You look worried.”

“I was trying to figure out a way to explain something that I forgot to.”

She lazily smiled. “I don’t think I could absorb anything else tonight. I feel so relaxed and happy right now. But tell me anyway.”

He cuddled up next to her and threw his hand over her stomach. “Well, that’s what we need to talk about. I need you to remember that if you start feeling depressed to talk to me about it.”

“Depressed?” She asked, feeling floaty and content.

“Yes. It’s called sub-drop by some. I don’t know if it will happen to you. It’s different for all subs. Muggles say it’s caused by huge amounts of feel-good hormones and as they recede, you might feel depressed and maybe a little paranoid. Just don’t think it’s weird. Talk to me about it.”

Her eyes felt heavy, so she closed them and allowed his voice to wash over her like waves of information. She giggled at the image. He nuzzled into her hair and told her, “What are you laughing at, little hellcat?”

“Some image in my head.” She sat up with some difficulty, her muscles screaming at her to just lay back but she ignored them. She went to the loo to clean herself and cast a contraceptive charm, just in case. She caught sight of her flushed face in the mirror and lifted her breast to see where he had bit her in the reflection. It was still red, but when she touched it, it didn’t hurt. There was a strange pang of disappointment that he didn’t bruise her, which startled her.

When she lay next to him again, he stroked the side of her face gently and traced the line of her tendon on the front of her neck. “Is there anything you want to talk about?” He asked.

“Was that real dominance?” She responded slowly. She still felt heavily drugged.

He smirked, “Yes. And you did wonderfully.” He continued touching her gently and placed a kiss on her shoulder without lifting his head.

“Oh, I had something I wanted to talk about…” She said lazily turning to him. “Why did I have to ask for… you know…?”

“Pushing your limits, Granger. That’s my job.” He still stroked along her less sensitive areas.

She sighed in contentment, feeling loved. She decided to tell him of her disappointment another time when she yawned widely. “Sleep?” She asked.

The lights turned off with a wave of his wand. She curled against him and floated on the waves of her hormones.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Hermione walked into the kitchen to find a red-eyed Harry staring out the window. He was leaning against the counter with the sunlight glinting off his glasses.

“Morning, Harry. How did you sleep?” She asked cautiously as she prepared her coffee from a tin she brought in her beaded bag.

He sighed. “Not much. Too many thoughts.” He looked at her. “You look well rested, though. Malfoy’s snoring didn’t wake you?”

She blushed, “No, it helps put me to sleep, weirdly.” She averted her gaze, as though Harry would think less of her for what she and Draco had done the night before. He would never know, but just thinking about it in his presence made her feel as though he could read her mind. “Coffee and breakfast chat?” She asked, remembering more pleasant Hogwarts days when it was a normal thing to talk about things at the table that didn’t always revolve around life and death situations.

He gave her a small smile. “That would be nice. I have been feeling very alone the last few days.”

She looked up at him again, “Alone?” She had an inkling of what he meant, but she was pretty sure he’d wanted her to ask for elaboration. She could understand, sometimes in their friendship their feelings often got pushed off to the side and were not always as important as something so trivial as saving the entire Wizarding world.

His face was pained. “I don’t know exactly how to explain it. Ron’s… leaving has hurt me so much. We’ve talked about it, sure, but that doesn’t make the pain go away. Hurting Malfoy twice in battle,” She opened her mouth to speak, but he held his hand out to stop her, “I know they were accidents. He could have been easily killed in either situation.”

He sighed and looked out the window again and the coffee machine Hermione had also brought with her and charmed to work without electricity gurgled in the silence. She simply waited. She knew her adopted brother well enough to let him order his thoughts. Regardless of how much support she wanted to offer, he needed to talk this one out before he would listen to her.

“I’ve offered my hand to him in friendship, and he has become a great friend over the course of the time I’ve gotten to know him- the real him. Then I sit and berate myself, thinking, ‘How could Ron have fooled me for so long?’ Seriously, Hermione. You knew that fuckhead… differently… than I. Do you …” He stopped his sentence and shook his head. “Never mind that last. He’s a traitor. We know his motivations. Stupid as they may have been.” He was angry, Hermione could see.

She thought he might be ready to listen now, so she told him, “The comparison that you’re trying to draw between the two of them is that they both fooled you for longer than you’re comfortable with?”

Harry thought about it, she could practically see the wheels in his head turning. “Yeah. You’re right. I’m questioning my own judgment. My own instincts.” He smiled at her more warmly than he had before. Grabbing her by the shoulder, he roughly pulled her into a hug. “You are the smartest person I ever knew.” She giggled into his shoulder.

“I do believe I’m tied for that position, Potter,” Draco drawled from the doorway.

Hermione looked over Harry’s bicep with her eyebrow raised, “Really, Draco? Are you sure you want to get into this?”

He smirked. “We can settle it later.” His stormy eyes flicking to Harry’s face and then back to hers, “When we’re alone.” Hermione stepped out of Harry’s arms, realizing that Draco was overly tensed and probably jealous. She turned to the coffee machine and poured the coffee into the mugs waiting for it.

“That’s a fight I could sell tickets to.” Harry chuckled, oblivious to the undertone to Draco’s words.

Lupin walked into the kitchen, solemnly. “I feel I need to apologize to you all. I was completely out of line yesterday.” He looked at all of them with his hands in his tattered jacket pockets. His shoulders were slumped in guilt.

Draco looked disinterested in the apology, but his voice betrayed his remaining anger, “Yes indeed you were, Professor.”

Lupin looked up at the taller wizard, “You I would like to apologize to twice, maybe even three times. I attacked you without provocation and accused you of things which were not true. I’m sorry, Draco.” He offered his hand to the young man.

Draco considered it. He shook Lupin’s hand and told him gravely, “Some of them were true, and it does me well to hear it. Hermione is just pouring coffee, were you going to join us for breakfast?”

Lupin broke out into a grin, a strange sight on his scarred and normally serious face. “Sure.”

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

They contacted the rest of the Order that morning after breakfast and informed them of what had occurred in the campsite. They were not asked, nor did they reveal where they were, as protocols outlined for their safety. They found out that Voldemort was suspected of taking over major sections of the Ministry and that Snape was reporting a staggering increase in Death Eaters, as though they were preparing for an assault. Snape had suffered a loss in status from Malfoy being discovered as a traitor and his father was the only Death Eater left in Azkaban after an attack on the prison.

It was glaringly obvious that the Malfoy name was cursed within the ranks of the Death Eaters. Snape had been asked several times about where Narcissa was hidden. He had been tortured several times for the information, but since only Harry and Lupin knew where she was, Snape’s status had not been improved by his inability to turn her over.

The four of them made the hidden cottage their new base. Its’ location seemed to be isolated enough for their proper protection.

Draco made the decision to go to Gringott’s to buy the cottage from his family’s estate. It had been a dangerous trip where he had flown all the way to London and all the way back, alone. Harry, Hermione and Lupin could not risk being seen. Malfoy stood some chance since most people would not know of the drama that was the result of his turning to the light. Most people only knew who he was by his hair, anyway, so they had dyed it with a temporary potion Hermione made. He’d become a black-haired Malfoy for two days- the first in a long line of blonde men from his family. The wards were slowly becoming accustomed to having an owner again. They could change the furniture and the elves came back to stay. They had learned that poor Pivoine had been killed when Ron had been released from the Manor. There was a gloomy week while everyone dealt with the death of the sad little elf who was so painfully shy that only Draco had ever heard her speak.

Their Hogwarts letters arrived and they sent back their official replies stating that none of them would be returning to their schooling that year. The magic of Hogwarts owls was evident. No other owls could find them, thanks to a request of the wards that proved more successful than anyone expected. Any letters which were sent to them would never arrive to them. The cottage was cut off from every form of communication except for one Floo connection to the Headmistresses private quarters once a week for thirty minutes. They still had their magic mirrors which worked, but other than that, they were alone.

The war seemed to be looming over their heads constantly. Hermione researched as much as McGonagall could Floo her books. Draco, Harry and Lupin practiced spells behind the cottage in a clearing behind some bushes. There was no road that anyone had ever found in their wanderings along the countryside, but the increased isolation of the area they used appealed to all three of them. Hermione told them several times that she only practiced her spells once a week.

“There is no real need,” She had told them, “If you can understand the spell’s workings,” With a haughty expression on her face. Draco challenged her the same day to a practice battle and had to wait a full day afterward for his bruises to be healed from her viciously kicking his pure-blooded arse all over the clearing.

Hermione and Draco went for an afternoon walk every day. They walked mostly in silence and stayed on deer paths in the wood as much as they could. They didn’t want to be seen by anyone. More often than not her clothing was transfigured into ropes and she would spend at least an hour at his mercy. The only times they kept their clothes on for the duration was during her monthly.

Lupin left one day as the leaves had begun to change. He seemed to be looking forward to something when he told them he was leaving. Draco gave him a questioning look, which Hermione caught from the corner of her eye, she watched Lupin smile in a strange way before he walked into the green flames to Hogwarts.

Harry and Draco left her only once before Lupin left to go on a Horcrux hunt. They came back with a pendant and destroyed it with a spell Hermione had come across in her research. That left only two more, by Harry’s reckoning.

Time passed slowly in their seclusion. They had visitors occasionally for only twenty minute intervals. Luna came one week, Neville another. Molly and Ginny made a trip out to see them for a whole week, as they were late getting to the Floo on time to return. They played card games and passed the time. Molly often said it was like she was on vacation, the first one she’d had since she had her second child and decided to become a housewife. The cottage decided it wanted to give them a room.

She was sad, that much was obvious. She had been a mother for so long, her face was unreadable when it came to her own depression. Ron was the only child of hers who she might be disappointed in.

Late one night during their stay, Hermione was woken to a rhythmic squeak from across the hall and smiled to herself, knowing Harry desperately loved the little red-head, even if he hated her brother. Hermione cast a silencing charm in her and Draco’s room to block the noise and went back to sleep.

If Molly had noticed that Hermione and Draco lived in the same room, she never mentioned it. Hermione would have been horribly embarrassed if the older woman had said anything. She found herself only able to speak to Draco about anything even remotely sexual as time had passed. Even their sleeping arrangements made her blush whenever it was brought up.

She was careful to heal any bruises which might show, but loved knowing that the ones below her clothing were there. Draco was not that sadistic by how he had described himself, but she had fragile skin. If he gripped her too tightly, sometimes she would wake to a bruise the next day. His fingertips were the most common thing to bruise her unintentionally. It was such a strange thing, she often thought to herself. That he would slap her on various parts of her body, but there would be no mark afterward. Then he would lift her legs or hold her in a certain position and she would have four bruises the next day in the shape of his fingers. He’d used various items at their disposal to ‘punish’ her, no bruises. Then she would find bruises on her hips from him holding her in place as he took her from behind against a tree.

She often thought about if she ever had to explain it to anyone. They would think her mad, likely. Tell her that he was abusive or some other such nonsense. From the outside, she would probably seem crazy. She could explain it through science as Draco had. But she had decided long ago that she would just never explain it to anyone. The only reason why she thought about it was because they lived with Harry and the risk of him finding her tied to a tree or her bedpost with Draco roughly holding her hair and thrusting deep inside her was reasonably high.

Snow fell for the first time in early October. Hermione and Draco’s activities had to become indoor activities once again.

A/N: Gosh, I think I need to beg for a scene tonight. Big jumps in time coming, I want this to end in about 3 or 4 more chapters. I wanted their first real scene to be realistic. Hermione’s lucky she didn’t have to deal with a drop… When I wrote about sub-drop, it’s because I’ve been muddling my way through a bad one today. Haha, but don’t worry, the husband has been supportive and sweet about it, I’m fine.

A special thanks to margiere who I know I frustrated with my last chapter. Cliffy’s are so fun though!! But TWO reviews in one day?!? I was a happy happy girl that day!
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