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Punish Me	By : Sparrowhawk Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 133350 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 45
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form and make no profit from this fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 1-Assertion
- 2-Attack
- 3-Breakdown
- 4-Encounter
- 5-Punishment
- 6-Contact
- 7-Bitten
- 8-Scars
- 9-Play
- 10-Invitation
- 11-Abduction
- 12-Obedience
- 13-Tease
- 14-Learning
- 15-Venture
- 16-Protecting
- 17-Mistakes
- 18-Visit
- 19-Impromptu
- 20-Trigger
- 21-Healing
- 18
- 19
- 20
Next chapter!!! I apologize for any choppiness there may be; I've not had the chance to really go over these chapters with a fine-tooth comb just yet :/ But it's here, so I hope ya'll like!
Warnings in no particular order (ie. no order at all): Harry being awkward but adorable, Severus being Severus (meaning sexy and awesome and sometimes mean), male on male smexiness, Teddy getting Sorted into a House I've not seen him in before (should be interesting), some descriptiveness you're free to skip if you want, some post orgasm stimulation, rutting, kissing, general hotness all around, D/s, and (as is usual now) whatever else I might be forgetting ^_^
Chapter Nineteen
It was now the 1^stof September, which fell on a Tuesday, two days after he’d gone with Severus to see Luna. Since he hadn’t needed to be at the school until the week after it started for the first flying lesson on Wednesday, he’d waited to move to his quarters at Hogwarts until the first day of the school year. After all, he needed to be there for the opening feast, and he was kind of looking forward to seeing the students’ reactions to being taught to fly by "Harry Potter," even if it did bring attention to him he didn’t really want. It’d be funny to see initially, at least.
Not to mention Teddy was going to be among the first years, and he couldn't wait to see his godson and congratulate him on his Sorting.
Once he had everything he needed packed and shrunk down in his pocket, he threw the green powder into the Floo and called out clearly, "Harry Potter’s quarters, Hogwarts."
He, of course, practically tumbled out of the Floo and banged his elbow on the corner of a nearby table. Hissing at the pain that coursed up through the nerve in his arm, he shoved the table a good three feet from him before taking a deep breath and looking around at what would be his home for the next ten months.
The sitting room he’d tumbled into had the low coffee table he’d ended up striking, which was a beautiful dark shade of brown wood he thought must be black walnut. There was an average sized settee along with two armchairs, all done in a light beige, a long table of the same black walnut as the coffee table with a magical coffee dispenser and self-heating tea pot along with a matching set of twelve nice glass cups done in black with swirling red designs along the top edge. The floor was a medium shade of red oak and the walls a dark maroon. The back wall he faced as he came through the Floo was dominated by a large moving portrait of his parents near the ceiling in the center, then two portraits below, one of Sirius and one of Remus and Tonks holding a baby Teddy. Surrounding the three large portraits were smaller portraits of his closest friends - Ron and Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George, Charlie, Bill, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Hagrid, Hedwig, Luna, and Draco and Neville.
Smiling and shaking his head, he turned to the last wall where a doorway led further into the suite, flanked on either side by shelves filled with books spaced with small, beautiful knick knacks he never would have thought to buy. He wasn’t one much for decorating; however, he couldn’t help but love the arrangement and décor of the sitting room that was now his very own.
He moved on from the sitting room to explore the rest of his suite, going through the doorway, down a hallway brightened by glowing white magical orbs spaced in sconces along the wall, and went into the first doorway to his right, which turned out to be a basic loo with walls of light green, white tiled floors, a free standing sink and a toilet of white porcelain. There was a small, magical window on the back wall with a scene of an island with sandy beaches and swaying palm trees in the middle of the ocean surrounded by coral under the beautiful teal and blue water.
The next door was to the left, which he found was a small storage cupboard. On from that to the right was a door that led into a small bedroom he thought must be a guest bedroom with two double beds much like the beds that had been in the Gryffindor dorms, save these had curtains of a very dark maroon with bedcovers of a lighter red and black pillows. The walls were a comfortable dark tan with borders of reddish brown and the carpet a matching reddish brown. There was a standing wardrobe of dark mahogany and two end tables on one side of either bed that had drawers for small items his guests might bring with them should they be staying for more than one night.
Finished with his examination of the guest room, he then crossed the hall to what he identified as the master bedroom. The walls were painted a light, almost white cream with white borders around the door and magical window, which currently showed a meadow of wildflowers backed by a beautiful forest and a light blue sky dotted with fluffy white clouds. The carpet was soft and done in a darker cream to compliment the walls and bedcovers. His bed was King-sized with a canopy and curtains of sheer light orange over a second opaque curtain of a dark brownish-orange. The bedcovers were the same cream color as the walls edged in white. A beautiful chest of a dark brown maple with gold trim sat at the foot of the bed, which he planned to use to store the invisibility cloak from his father, the Marauder’s Map, and the shard of the two-way mirror Sirius had given him.
One wall opened up into a walk-in closet and, next to it, his own private bathroom complete with a sunken basin, a shower beside that, a small room to the right that contained the toilet, and a counter with two sinks on the left wall. The walls were done in a light robin’s egg blue, the tiles a light tan like sand with small shells embedded in them here and there, and next to the sunken bath, standing upright, but folded up to the side, was a divider that looked to be made of bamboo.
The end of the hall opened up into a large dining room and kitchen separated by a door and a bar next to it on which he could lay out dishes. The room was decorated much like the sitting room with a floor of a medium shade of red oak and dark maroon walls. The table, counter, chairs, and bar stools were made of black cherry wood, the chairs and bar stools cushioned with the same dark maroon as the walls in a material that was soft to the touch and felt much like velvet. A large landscape portrait dominated the left and right walls depicting the same forest in summer and winter with two portraits of the same forest in spring and fall on the back wall. All had bright blue skies with a shining sun in the left corner above the treetops.
The kitchen was a chef’s paradise with two ovens set vertically in the wall next to cool cupboards for foods that needed refrigerated, two silver metal doors that opened up into a box with metal racks for frozen items, two counters with three sunken sinks - one shallow for silverware and two deep sinks for washing and rinsing all other dishes - and a rack next to the rinsing sink to drip-dry the dishes, two stoves situated next to each other, a free-standing pantry for dry foods, and a single door that led into a room for food storage. Professor McGonagall must have had the house elves prepare it specially for him since she knew he enjoyed cooking and baking; most of the teacher suites had only a dining room for them to eat their evening meals and the option to take their weekend meals in their quarters with all food prepared by the house elves. He thought he could very happily stay in this suite all year round rather than returning to the dark and dingy Grimmauld Place, even if it had been bequeathed to him by Sirius. It had never felt quite right, living there without his godfather. Hogwarts had always been home to him more than anywhere else.
With a smile on his lips and a great sigh at the feeling of finally being home, Harry opened his trunk and sent his belongings to their rightful places in his bedroom, unshrinking them as they flew out. His invisibility cloak, the Marauder’s map, and the two-way mirror Sirius gave him went, as he'd planned, into the trunk at the foot of the bed. The photo album of his parents and him as a baby went on top of the nightstand beside his bed where he set a spell on it to slowly flip through the pages so he could look at them whenever he wanted. The Snitch he'd won at his first ever Quidditch game went in the nightstand drawer and his Firebolt he sent to lean against the wall by the window looking out over the grounds toward the Quidditch Pitch - rather fitting, he thought.
He then cast a tempus. He had five minutes until the start of term feast, just enough time to make it to the Great Hall.
Putting on one of his best robes and the choker Severus had bought for him on their date, because he wanted to and he saw no harm in it, he set off for the Great Hall and slid into his seat just in time for Professor McGonagall to get up and announce the start of the Sorting. He was happy to note that, so far, no one had noticed his presence - at least among the students. Professor Flitwick gave him a small wave, Neville gave him a nod and a smile, and Severus looked at him intensely for a few moments, his gaze honing in on Harry’s choker, and then gave him a slight smirk with possessive and lust-darkened eyes and inclined his head. Harry blushed and hoped no one noticed.
He watched the Sorting, waiting in excited anticipation for Teddy's turn. His godson hadn't noticed him, but he'd wanted it that way. After all, he'd not told Teddy he was going to be working at Hogwarts; it was supposed to be a surprise.
Finally Professor Flitwick, the Dupity Headmaster now that Professor McGonnagall was Headmistress, reached the L's. There was only one - a small girl with curly light brown hair and glasses - before it was Teddy's turn.
"Lupin, Edward," Flitwick called, beckoning the pale Metamorphmagus over to him.
Teddy's hair was changing colors rapidly, though it was more subtle than when he'd been younger as he'd learned to control the shifts somewhat. But Harry could still see how he was feeling just from watching the pattern of colors his hair assumed. It started with black, which either meant he was emulating Harry or he was tense - in this case tense - and then went a brownish-red - nervous and a bit fearful - and then flashed with streaks of bright blond - unsettled but excited - and then returned to black.
Then Teddy was sitting on the stool, the Sorting Hat on his head, both hands clenching either side of his seat, and Harry almost couldn't breathe for the anticipation that seized him in that moment. No matter what House his godson went into, he would be the proudest godparent in the world.
After what seemed like several long breathless minutes that had Harry almost blue in the face and leaning halfway across the professors' table, the rip in the Sorting Hat opened and it shouted out, "SLYTHERIN!"
Immediately, Harry raised his wand - having prepared this one particular spell beforehand for just this occassion - and he whispered to the tip it, "Congratulations, Moonlet, I'm so proud of you!" and, with a flick, sent it off.
He noticed then that there wasn't all that much in the way of applause from the Slytherin table - polite clapping, if anything - but couldn't be bothered with that very long when the spell reached Teddy and his godson's eyes grew round and flashed Harry's own color of emerald green before sweeping the room and unerringly finding him up at the professors' table. Grinning broadly, Harry gave him a double thumbs up and got such a huge and bright smile in return that, for a moment, it felt like his heart would burst out of his chest. He was seriously the luckiest godfather in the world to have Teddy for a godson.
Once the Sorting was through, Professor McGonagall stood at the podium Dumbledore and many Headmasters and Headmistresses had stood at before her. "Welcome to Hogwarts, first years," she said with a smile. "And welcome back, upper years. We have a few changes in staff, as you may have noticed. Please welcome Professor Gladrang who will be taking over for Professor Greene as our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. We are also honored to welcome Professor Potter as our new flying instructor." She paused while exclamations and whispers flooded the hall, then held up her hand and waited for silence before continuing. "Students are reminded that the Forbidden Forest is just that, forbidden. Students are not to enter it save with a Professor or our Groundskeeper and Care of Magical Creatures professor, Professor Hagrid, for to do so would put you in very real peril. Furthermore, all Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes products are prohibited in the corridors. And now, let the feast begin!"
Food appeared and Harry dug in with gusto, relishing in the fare that could only be matched by Draco’s house elves, so far as he knew. He ignored the stares and whispers as best he could while he ate, though it did amuse him somewhat to see the starry-eyed gazes he attracted. There were others that made him uncomfortable, though - specifically the love struck ones aimed at him from a good portion of the female student population and the determined gleam in many others’ eyes that said he’d be hounded as soon as he left the Great Hall if he didn’t slip out unnoticed. It was a good thing he knew so many secret passageways from his time as a student, and that Hogwarts had been rebuilt almost exactly as it had stood before the Final Battle.
The feast finished almost too quickly by Harry’s reckoning, but McGonagall stood up and reminded the first years to follow the Prefects up to their House dorms and then dismissed the students to their beds. Teddy gave him a questioning look, but Harry gestured for him to follow McGonagall's instructions and leave with his Prefects. They'd have plenty of time to talk and catch up another day.
Teddy taken care of and following his Slytherin classmates to the dorms, Harry stood, all too aware of the stares honing in on him, but found his upper arm held captive in a strong grip. He knew whose hand it was around his arm without even needing to look, but look he did and noted the dark glower the man was directing at the students’ with the uncomfortably greedy stares. It was as effective as ever in making them change their minds and hurry after the other students leaving the hall and, no doubt, causing one or two to piss in their trousers on their way if the way they blushed and clutched their crotches were any indication.
Harry smiled up at the Dom and laughed, "Wow, so all I needed all these years to beat back the crazy fans was to have a grumpy Potions master at my side? I should have asked you to use your famous glare on my admirers ages ago."
Severus smirked at him which, of course, made Harry blush. "Perhaps you should have. Shall I escort you back to your quarters so you don‘t get accosted in the halls, Mr. Potter?"
"I would appreciate that, sir." His chest grew warm at the feel of the thumb that softly caressed his arm before Severus let go and gestured toward the side door the professors most often used.
They walked in a comfortable silence, Severus glaring at every student that thought to approach his submissive with their paltry requests for autographs, photos, hugs, and kisses. There was even one student - a fifth year if Severus wasn’t mistaken - that had the audacity to try to give Harry a box of chocolates that he thought could be laced with love potion, even if it was rather improbable since none of the students knew Harry was to be employed at Hogwarts. Harry declined it politely, of course, but Severus vanished the box and sent the girl away in tears.
"Severus," Harry chided him with a frown.
He lifted a brow. "You have a complaint?"
"You could have been nicer."
"When have I ever been nice, Mr. Potter?"
Harry pressed his lips together, perturbed. "You could still let me handle it. I know better than to take any food that's offered to me."
"I am not saying you don’t, but do not forget to whom you belong and the fact that I am possessive at the best of times and utterly cruel at the worst."
"No shit."
Harry yelped at the sharp swat to his backside, not expecting to be swatted like that out in the open where anyone could see. When he glanced around, though, there was no one in sight.
But of course there wasn't. Severus wasn't an idiot and he wouldn't let someone see something that could be potentially compromising without getting permission first. He might not be a spy anymore, but he was still just as careful as he'd ever been.
"Language, Mr. Potter," the elder wizard chided.
"Sir," he acknowledged the correction with a bowed head.
Severus petted his submissive's head briefly with a murmured, "Good boy."
Harry smiled shyly at the praise and peaked up at his Master’s face who returned the smile with a quirk of his lips.
Then they were at Harry’s living quarters and he laid his hand on the door, disappointed that the walk couldn’t be longer.
Do not hide your feelings from him and do not be afraid to ask him if he would like to spend more time with you.
Luna. Maybe this was one of those times she was alluding to.
"Sir," he called out when Severus turned to make his way to his own living quarters. The Dom turned back and looked at him expectantly. "Er …" He shifted nervously from one foot to the other and wrung his hands before blurting, "Doyouwannastayforawhile?" Then, realizing that Severus couldn’t possibly understand the garbled question, he cleared his throat and tried again. "I mean, do you wanna … you know … stay for a while?"
"It would be my pleasure, pet," Severus replied in such a low voice even if there were passers-by they wouldn’t be able to hear the endearment. "Thank you for the invitation."
Giddy with Severus’ agreement, Harry faced his door and said quietly, "A pair of thick, woolen socks." He stepped back when the portrait door opened and let Severus go inside first, noting the man's questioning look. He shrugged. "Something Dumbledore said to me once. When I asked him what he saw in my first year when he looked into the Mirror of Erised, he said he saw himself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks. It just stuck with me." He really almost expected Severus to laugh and call him silly or something of the sort, but all the older man did was give him a considering look and then gesture him forward. So, shrugging internally, Harry stepped around him and led him into the sitting room.
"An interesting choice of décor," Severus commented when he'd taken in the room.
Harry shrugged. "I think Professor McGonagall set it up."
"Hm … indeed. You always were one of her favorite students."
"I was?"
"You didn’t notice?"
"She never treated me any differently than any other student."
"Yes, and I admire that about her. She sets her feelings aside so as to not show favoritism in the classroom."
"Unlike someone I know," Harry said pointedly.
"There is nothing wrong with favoring one’s House, Mr. Potter."
"If you say so."
"Favoring one’s House is different from favoring a single student."
"Like Malfoy."
Severus raised his eyebrows at his tone, but only said again, "Indeed."
An awkward silence fell in which Harry shuffled on his feet and fidgeted with the sleeves of his robe. Now that he had Severus there, he wasn’t at all sure what he should do. What did one do when one invited someone to stay for a while longer?
With Ron and Hermione it was easy since they often spoke to each other as much as they did him, and Hermione always had another project she was researching, and Ron was always up for a game of wizard’s chess or exploding snap.
But what about Severus? He liked potions … but Harry was pants at potions and knew little more than the basics.
They could talk about the past, but he didn’t really feel like that was the sort of conversation to have when all he wanted was for Severus to just … be there for a while longer. A conversation about the past, whether about what made Harry stop taking care of himself, the war, his life with the Dursleys, or his parents were all topics that just felt too heavy for the current situation.
He could ask about Severus’ preparations for his class, but that would lead back to potions …
"Harry."
He jumped.
"Perhaps you would like to offer me a seat?"
"O-Oh! Yes, Seve-sir-Master!"
Severus laughed, deep and long, at his sub’s discomfiture as he stuttered and blushed and finally took his arm in a delicate grip one might use to hold glass and led him to an armchair. He sat and continued to laugh as Harry stood in front of him and continued to blush, looking more and more uncomfortable and unsure of what he was supposed to do.
Finally Severus managed to calm his mirth and, spotting the choker about Harry’s neck once more, he reached up, hooked two fingers under it, and tugged Harry’s face down to his level. "You wore the necklace I bought you."
Harry’s breathing hitched at the sudden heat in the Potions master’s eyes, and his voice stuck in his throat.
"Is there a reason for that?"
"Er, I … I just-"
Severus smirked and just had to tease. "You just … what?"
"I-I thought …" Harry swallowed. "I thought you might … like it."
"Oh I do, pet. I like it very much. Seeing what I bought for you around your neck, marking you as mine …"
A great shudder ran through Harry’s body at the velvety purr underlying his Master’s dark voice and the meaning of those words. Marking him … marking him as belonging to Severus ….
"Master," he breathed, heart pounding, body quivering.
"What do you want, Harry?" Severus coaxed, lightly kissing the corner of his sub’s parted lips, grinning at the hot breaths of air being panted against his skin. "Tell me." He slid his tongue into the younger man’s mouth before he could form an answer and tugged him down further by his two-finger grip under the choker. A moan vibrated through his tongue into his mouth, and he groaned at the feel of it and the heat that sparked and jumped between he and his submissive.
Harry felt lightheaded, but in a good way. It was almost like floating. "Mmmm-I … I want … I need …"
Severus drew back, but tugged sharply at the choker, eliciting another deep moan. "What do you need?"
"T-Touch … hurt … Master, please!" he gasped.
"What’s your safe word, pet?"
"F-Firebolt! Firebolt ... Master."
"Good boy." And he drew him down into another kiss, wrapped his arm around Harry’s lower back, and pulled him into his lap. He then unclasped Harry’s robes and pushed his hands up under his shirt. The younger wizard’s nipples were already erect with arousal and he grasped the little buds between his fingers and pinched to a gasp that he drank down greedily. Their pelvises were perfectly aligned as Harry thrust his hips down into him while Severus ravaged his mouth.
He broke away a moment later, breathing labored and eyes almost desperate with desire. "Master … please, more please."
Severus obliged, twisting Harry’s nipples hard and grasping them tighter.
Harry cried out and arched his back. His orgasm was coming on quickly, much too quickly for his taste, but there was nothing he could do to slow it down. This time he was determined to bring Severus off with him, though, and he ground his hips down harder, relishing in Severus’ grunts and quiet groans.
Suddenly the hands that had been tormenting his nipples let go. Blood rushed back and caused a sharp stinging sensation, which was utterly delicious but was dwarfed by the fingers that dug into his backside and helped him rock his hips harder and faster. He threw his head back, mouth open as he panted, sweat trickling down his forehead as the hands gripping him squeezed hard, then released, then squeezed again.
"M-Master, I’m gonna … gonna cum!"
Severus didn’t answer, only curled his fingers into the crack of Harry’s ass where he knew it was even more sensitive, and dug in. Harry’s hips stuttered in response, then jerked and stiffened. His cry of release rang through the room and pulled Severus even closer to the edge of his own release, but he wasn’t yet there and, as soon as Harry recovered, he seemed to notice it, for he began to rock his hips once more, huffing and moaning as his over-sensitive cock was squeezed and rubbed between them. Severus knew it must hurt on some level, and that aroused him far more, that Harry was willing and even seemed to enjoy milking himself past orgasm to give him release, as well. He suspected that would turn out to be one of the younger man’s fetishes and that thought and the successive grunts and soft keens of tormenting pleasure and pain tossed him right over the edge and into one of the hardest orgasms he’d ever experienced.
When it was over and he stopped twitching, he leaned his forehead against his submissive’s and just breathed for several minutes.
Then, finally, he tilted his chin forward and kissed Harry who was still trying to catch his breath. "Thank you, pet."
Harry mumbled something that sounded like positive acknowledgment, then said more clearly, "I … I liked that, Master."
"The impromptu session?" he had to wonder.
"No, not that."
Severus frowned at the instant denial, wondering if Harry preferred the planned sessions and he'd just gotten caught up in the moment, if he'd read his reactions wrong.
But, noticing the older wizard's confusion, Harry quickly cleared that up as he blurted, "I mean that I liked that! The impromptu session. I liked it a lot, but ... I ... I meant the ... the ..."
Chuckling, reassured, Severus asked, "The post orgasm stimulation?"
"Y-Yes, sir."
"Shall I add it to the list of play I’m allowed to use on you?"
Reddening a bit, Harry nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Good. That’s an activity I enjoy, as well."
"It is?"
Severus raised an eyebrow at him, one corner of his lips quirking up in amusement. "Did you not notice how hard I came?"
Looking away awkwardly, Harry carefully nodded, still a bit uncertain of himself. "I did."
"Then there’s your answer."
"Oh."
"Why don’t you go take a shower while I fix us something to eat and drink."
"M’kay." Harry got up and wobbled his way to the bathroom, unsteady after the over-stimulation, and heard Severus chuckle behind him. He grinned to himself. He definitely liked the turn the evening had taken and was happy Severus was sticking around even after their impromptu session.
He showered quickly and came out just as Severus was setting two steaming cups of tea and several butter and jam covered scones on the coffee table. He looked as impeccable as ever, all trace of their activities gone. Harry mourned that, but had noticed in the shower that Severus’ fingertips had left bruises on his ass, which appeased him.
When Severus took a seat and held out his arm, Harry tucked himself into his side and accepted the tea offered him, sighing in contentment.
"How would you feel about going to a munch, Harry?" Severus inquired.
Harry tilted his head to look up at him with a quizzical expression, the question seeming to come out of the blue. "A munch? What’s that?"
"It’s a meeting for likeminded people, particular those of us with inclinations toward sexual activities outside the norm. It’d be a good place for you to meet other Dominants and submissives."
"Why would I want to do that?"
Severus laughed a bit at the odd look his sub was giving him for the suggestion and explained, "Oftentimes it’s nice to have a circle of friends who share your same inclinations, that way you have someone to talk to about things you wouldn’t feel comfortable talking about with your usual circle of friends."
Face clearing, Harry shrugged. "Okay, sure."
"Perhaps this next weekend?"
"Sure."
If he was honest, Harry was quite interested in the idea of a munch. It’d be fascinating to see other submissives and Dominants and the dynamics between them.
Severus soon finished off his tea and set it on the coffee table, then petted Harry’s head, the corners of his lips lifting a little when he looked up. "I think it’s about time I head out, pet. I have classes tomorrow, after all."
Harry wanted to protest, but knew the Potions master was right. "M’kay. Thanks for staying and … for everything else."
"Thank you for inviting me to stay. If you’d like to spend more time together in the future, just let me know."
Harry positively beamed at him. "Yes, sir!"
"Goodnight, Harry. Make sure you’re not up too late. I still expect you to take proper care of yourself, and that includes going to bed in a timely manner. No late night wanderings like I know you took while you were in school, even if I didn't catch you every time."
"Hey, I was a student back then, and I had a Dark wizard after my life; I think I was entitled to some wandering!"
"Nevertheless," Severus responded firmly, though the smile was still on his lips, "you are to go to sleep in a timely manner unless you are called upon to patrol the corridors, is that understood?"
Harry bowed his head in obedience, though he did stick his lower lip out just a little. "Yes, sir."
"That’s my good boy."
And Harry flushed, the almost-pout disappearing as quickly as it had appeared, inordinately pleased by the possessive pronoun. "Goodnight, Master."
Severus stood, then bent to place a kiss on his forehead. "Goodnight, pet."
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