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Precious Mudblood	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 79307 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
- 1-Precious Mudblood
- 2-Ch 2
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Draco walked closer to her.�

�So, Hermione ....You don�t mind if I call you that, right?� After all.. we�re close
now.�� He sneered nastily.�

�I doubt you mind anything much right
now.� Let�s go to my room and change
that��

He turned on his heel and marched
off down the corridor.� Hermione found
herself running to catch up and hanging herself on his arm.�

Draco was smirking but his eyes were dark.�

She didn�t mind much � no.. not much at all.� She watched the pictures go past on the
walls.�

After a few minutes the carpet
gave way to white marble floors at a stark delineated cut off across the
floor.� All the colours of the walls changed
too, from peaches and reds to white and silver and green.�� The marble was very cold on her feet, she
observed.�

When Draco moved, his shoulder
length hair shifted like silk and gleamed.�
It suited him better than the short hair he�d had last time she had seen
him.�� The thought of Lucius
rose up in her mind briefly.� Lucius with
short hair.� It sank back
again.� She had stopped moving.�

Draco turned them and placed his
hand on an area of the wall indistinguishable from any other area.� It wasn�t a door, just a wallpapered stretch
between two revoltingly ornate frames.�
There was no flash but after a few seconds Draco pulled his hand back
and grabbed her forearm. Then he walked through the wall, pulling her after
him.�

Hermione felt muted surprise.� What a clever hidden entrance!�

Draco dragged her over to a large
black extremely thickly velveted armchair and tossed
her down into it.�

She sat passively wondering what he was doing.�

It had seemed quite clear that he
was intending to force her to have sex with him but now Draco was pacing up and
down angrily.� He seemed to be in some
kind of internal dispute.�

She suddenly felt the pleasant haze she had been in dissipating like fog.� She didn�t move.� She stayed perfectly still, although her eyes
widened somewhat as fear rose up to fill the void.� But it was familiar.� She was always scared now.� It was right to be scared.�

She watched Draco as he paced and eventually he turned and rounded on her,
hissing.� �Ok.. you were right, Granger.�

He is just like the Dark Lord.�
But what can I do about
it?� He damn well marked you, for circe�s
sake.�

He knows where you are!� Always!�

He�s too powerful for me to fight him for your..dubious.. honor.� The
rest of the order would kill me if I
even tried.�

There�s no way anyone else will
believe that saint Potter has gone to the dark side.� I can hardly believe it myself.�

Fuck, he can act!�

I can�t stop him.� In all likelihood
he�ll obliviate me tomorrow when he realises I didn�t
shag you bloody.�� Aaugh!��

Draco flung himself onto the sofa
and covered his face with his hands.�

�There�s nowhere we could go if we
ran.� I can�t keep the Dark Lord and him at bay.� They can both find you anyway � The Dark Lord
trailed us ALL. Over. The.
Bloody. World when I snatched you and
Weasley.�

They followed us to Antarctica!�

And He doesn�t even have to
bother tracking us.� He can probably just apparate to your
side with that mark.� I know the Dark
Lord can, whenever I�m not inside the wards here.� He doesn�t only because I�m not important
enough to bother with.�� Once he popped
up on my father in the bathroom.��

We can�t run.� I don�t even know how to begin to create a place safe from them.�� Draco was raving, growing more panicked.�

�Take me back to the Dark Lord
then� Hermione said quietly.� �He can
protect us.� His wards are unbreachable without the dark mark.� I don�t have one so Har.. he
probably can�t apparate me out.��

Hermione realised she felt scared
about mentioning Harry�s name and she noticed Draco was not using it either.�

There was a reason nobody said the word Voldemort if they had a dark mark or
knew they were around someone who did..

....or thought there might be the slightest miniscule chance that such a person
were anywhere around..

in fact it was better just to avoid the word full
stop.�

It was because there were rumors that the Dark Lord
could tell if his name was spoken in the presence of his mark.�

Harry knew about those rumours.� She
wouldn�t put it past him to use something like that too.�

Hermione looked up from her
worried thoughts. �Draco was sitting up
on the couch staring at her and had gone even whiter than he had been before.

�Are you insane?!� The Dark Lord will kill me if I turn up with you suddenly. He�ll know I betrayed him.� You have no idea what you�re talking
about!!�

If I stay here, all I need to do is forget about what ha-he is doing to you and I
can continue to be fine, - unfucked, untortured, able to sleep in my bed at night with only the
usual tolerable level of fear.�

Let�s face it � you�re just a mudblood.. and you�ve been a vicious little bitch to me since we met,
why the fuck should I rush into death for you?! �You�re nothing!� You�re just a little piece of dirt, not even worthy
of licking my boots.�

I don�t know why it should bother me to see you getting what you deserve.��

Hermione looked down.� Draco was perfectly right.� It would be better for him to just obliviate her now, fuck her and hand her back.� She waited for him to do it.�

�I know.�� You�re right.� I�m sorry.�
It was a stupid idea.� If you got me to him, even if you got out again without anyone the
wiser, Har-..he would do the same thing to you
that the Dark Lord would, if not worse.��

There it was again.. that flash of misery flicked
across Draco�s face.� He dropped his head
into his hands and crouched over his knees.�
�i need to think� he
croaked.�

They both sat there in
silence.� From somewhere in an adjoining
room a clock ticked constantly, the sound reassuring rather than ominous.�

Hermione looked about the room.� It was
opulently decorated but, she realised, very..very
cold.� Everything was silver, black or
white.� Small accents of green or blue were
present here or there.�

A set of elfin grystal goblets on a
black lacquered cabinet were encrusted in emeralds.� They were lighter than Harry�s eyes but
equally cold and glassy.� The floor was
black marble with silver veins.� �

In the middle of the black velvet suite a solid chunk of clear glass stood as a
coffee table.� It was rough on the edges
as if it had broken off and there where white faint veins and cracks like ice
through it.�

A fireplace of white scrolled plaster housed a fire that burned with a cold
blue flame.� It produced heat but it looked cold. �

�Can you protect me from the Dark
Lord somehow?� Draco�s voice sounded thin, hollow.�

She thought for a while and then responded
uncertainly �I don�t know.� I tried to
protect Rodolphus.�
The Dark Lord promised me his life for enduring the initiation trials silently
and obeying his orders.� I know Rodolphus is fine.� I
dont know whether he�d listen to me if I begged for
your protection.�

He could hardly kill the person who brought me back... Surely.� So.. he probably wouldn�t kill you..� But he also isn�t big on gratitude...�� she faded into silence.��

Draco swallowed.� �So, no?��

Hermione grimaced.� �I can�t guarantee it.� I might be able to.� I�d do everything I possibly could to.� But He.. He..

...it�s difficult to know what to expect from him and I have no leverage.� All I could do would be to beg.. weep..� I don�t know what I could offer him.�

He wanted to mark me.� Can a person even
have two marks?�

He will be so angry with me when he finds out.�

But.. but.. i can ..probably..
take Harrys mark off if the
Dark Lord releases my magic.� He can�t
stay mad over it.��

Draco looked at her like she was
insane.� �What the fuck
are you talking about, mudblood.�
You can�t take off a
mark.� It�s there till you die.�

Do you think I�d even be here if I could just take off the Dark Lord�s mark?��

Hermione bit her lip and looked at
Draco.� �It..it
doesn�t matter.� I was talking
rubbish.� I forgot that the mark is permanent.� �

But I think I know how we can save you from the Dark Lords anger, Draco.��

He looked dubious.� �You aren�t the forgetting type granger.� And if you were then any plan you might come
up with would be worthless.�

I�m sure it is anyway. Nothing your kind produces is worth a damn� �

She rolled her eyes.� �Oh don�t be a ferret, just when I was
starting to like you Draco��

She experienced satisfaction at his look of surprise.�

�its.. risky.� But if it worked
it would be the answer to everything.��
She frowned slightly.� �Well.. sort of..� Not really.�

I think the world might not see it that way but really...would the British wizarding world be any safer under Ha-..�

under the other
dark lord?!�

It�s only a matter of time before he starts doing the same kind of thing
anyway.��

Draco stared at her blankly.�

�Ugh.� Do I have to spell it out.� We give ..him.. to
the Dark Lord.��

The blond boy�s eyes bulged out of
his head.� He whispered, as if he were
terrified of someone hearing.

�Don�t even think that loudly.. �oh
god.. Just thinking about what.. what..
P-P�

he stopped and closed his eyes.�

Hermione rose from the chair
carefully and padded across the marble to the couch.�� She sat down next to Draco and, not
expecting her proximity he yelped and jumped away from her.�

Remaining very still she looked at him with wide eyes.�

�It�s the best way.�

I.. i think i know how we could do it.��

Draco lay splayed against the arm
of the sofa, away from her and was breathing quickly.� �I.. I can�t.� He
choked out.�

�I just want to forget ..��

She looked at him sadly.� �Me too� she said.� �I want to go back to fourth year.��

She looked away and wrapped her
arms around herself.� The thin cotton
dress wasn�t very warm and she suddenly felt chilled to the bone.� It wasn�t to do with the temperature in the
room.�

In her peripheral vision she registered Draco slowly pulling himself up from
his half supine position to sit next to her again.� He seemed to be indecisively hovering and
then she was stunned to feel his black robed arm curl around her
shoulders.�

�Its.. Its ok, Granger.� It will be ok somehow.��

She looked at him and sighed.� �I guess.�
Thank you for the potions, by the way.� Draco looked startled.

�What potions?!�

She furrowed her brow.� �The ones you gave Harry.� I recognised the purple one against cruciatus
effects from when Severus asked me to get some for him in his lab.��

Draco jumped up from the couch as
if a fire was lit under him and sprinted out of the room.�

There were sounds of things crashing.�

He came back very slowly, dragging
his feet against the ground as if something had made him very weary.�

�He�s been in my room while I was
out.� Oh Merlin...He can get in here
whenever he wants to.� My wards...the
entrance... It�s all for shit.

He removed a cruciatus potion from the back.�
I would never have noticed it gone.�
I have a lot of them.� What else
did he give you?� I couldn�t find
anything else missing.�

He slouched over to her and let himself drop onto the couch beside her again, a
little further away.�

�He obviously cruciated you since dinner last night?� What did you do?� �

Hermione looked away
uncomfortably.�

�The other potion was in a clear phial.�
It was milky white and thin.� It
tasted of peppermint.� He said it was a
contraceptive potion.�� She couldn�t
resist adding bitterly ��He said he would get it for me because
he wanted to enjoy me for a while before I had his children��

Draco looked at her as if she had
slapped him.�

She continued.� �I.. I took it.� I didn�t want to make him angry again.�

I know that peppermint is never an
ingredient in contraceptive potions.� I
guess Harry doesn�t know that.� Or maybe
he knew I knew and didn�t care.� This
morning he didn�t even wait for me to wake up before he..�

She couldn�t finish the sentence and swallowed uncomfortably.

�After he had showered he used the
cruciatus on me because he caught me thinking of the Dark Lord.�

...I�m not allowed to think of anyone but him.��
Her voice wavered slightly on the last part.�

She looked up, suddenly afraid that Draco would be sneering at her, but he was
just sitting there staring at her with a haunted look on his face.�

When he spoke it was like the life had been sucked out of him.�

�Do you know..
my father gave me to Macnair
for a night when I was twelve... because he lost a hand in a card game.�

My mother didn�t say a word.� She was too
afraid of him. � Draco�s eyes drifted away from her,
to stare blankly at the empty chair opposite.

�My father likes to gamble.� He�s usually
quite good at it � else we�d be living like weasels by now.��

When Draco spoke next his voice
sounded thin and tense and strangely eerie �

�...After he did it once.. he would stake me whenever he
was on a losing streak

...or if I�d pissed him off

...or if I was asked for.�

By the time the Dark Lord required me to ..to fuck assets � foreign ministers and
dignitaries mainly -� for him, It wasn�t
as if I hadn�t already been shared around half the Death Eaters anyway.�� He narrowed his eyes at the empty chair again
as if someone he loathed sat in it. ��

In earlier times..
perhaps when she was at Hogwarts.. or
even maybe after she had been staying in Voldemort�s domain, Hermione might
have said something like �oh god! I�m so sorry!� or �that�s terrible��

After she lived with the Dark Lord she might have tried to make a joke or
changed the subject.�

Now though.. what could you
say?� She�d met Lucius.� It was what it was. No amount of patting or shhhing would make it otherwise.

�Draco..�
she started.�

He looked at her angrily, obviously expecting some kind of trite consolation.

�I�m not sorry I punched you in
the nose and called you ferret.. but
if I�m ever in the position to prevent anyone hurting you, I�ll do it.�

You need to obliviate me.. and then you need to-�

She was entirely unprepared when Draco
put his hand over her mouth and pulled her against him, crushing her shoulder
against his chest.� He took his hand off
her mouth and wrapped it around her too, turning her
and pulling her close like a child with a comforter.�

�Just.� Don�t. Say. Anything.� He gritted out, with
obvious difficulty. �

�This doesn�t mean I think you�re a person or..anything..�
She heard him say softly. �He bowed his
head and rested his chin on her shoulder then.�

After a few seconds she gingerly
wrapped her own arms around him, resting her hands on his lower back.� She didn�t pat or rub.� She just held him.� They stayed that way for a long time.� She rested her head against Draco�s
neck.� He was warm and he smelled of a sweet,
sharp, cologne.� She almost felt safe for
a moment.�

If she could just go to sleep like this and never wake up..�

Draco�s voice roused her from near
slumber when he said, sounding miserable.�
�Tell me your plan� �

She didn�t want to let go of him
and her arms tightened briefly before she reluctantly pulled back.

Draco looked somehow softer than
she had ever seen him before.� Almost unguarded.�

�it
wouldn�t be easy� she began.� �and you�d be at risk from all sides.��

Draco looked at her tiredly.� �I already figured that much��

He rose slowly from the couch and walked to the black vitrine,
drawing out an ornate dark blue bottle.�

Two goblets he snatched from the top of the cabinet clirred
and resonated in his hand as he walked back to her, tossing himself back down
on the couch by her side.�

He slouched, half reclining against the back of it and offered one of the
delicate jewel encrusted works of art to her.�

�This is an elfin crystal set that
has been in my family for over five hundred years.�

It is the kind of thing you never dare to profane by drinking from it.�� He
sneered.� �My father entrusted it to me
as a reward when I was twelve.� A year
later he beat me bloody because I allowed the house elf to dust it.�

I performed the cleaning charm myself from that point on.��

He raised the blue bottle.� �This.. this is a type of liqueur made
from the berries of the Gelfthorn bush.�

Not just any berries though.. The Gelfthorn
bush, which a prissy little bookworm like yourself probably knows has been
extinct for over two hundred years.. - maybe once in a
decade it produces berries in winter.�

If the snow doesn�t kill them off � and its an alpine
bush so the snow always kills them
off � the berries grown in winter are...were
the sweetest, richest and most sought after of delicacies.��

�This � � Draco raised the bottle as if it
were a beer and he were toasting a round at the three broomsticks with
friends.� �This is probably the last
bottle in existence.. anywhere.. of
winter Gelfthornberry liqueur.��

�I got it as a reward when I was
fourteen for being..� He paused and his face grimaced
wretchedly

�..for attending
a kind of party, shall we say. �I..I nearly died.�

Father was ..contrite.. for a
while.� He gave me his most valuable
bottle.

It�s..priceless.�

And we�re going to drink it down to the last drop.� And then we�re going to smash the
goblets.��

Draco�s face was terrible to
behold.�

�Now tell me the bloody plan so we
can hammer it out and get drunk already.�

Hermione gulped and began.

�Well.. I thought.. with the mark, Har-.. um he can probably control whether I can leave his wards or
not.� So you probably can�t just take me
out of here without his knowledge anyway.��

Draco looked at her infuriated and
disappointed but she raised her hand�

�I wasn�t finished.. God!�

Look.. He actually created the opportunity
himself.� He wants you to lure Rodolphus out.� What
you have to do is convince him that Rodolphus wont be lured unless I�m going to
be there.� The details aren�t clear to me
yet.�

Whether it�s better to try to convince him
that Rodolphus believes he is returning me...�

she wrinkled her forehead..� �No, it sounds implausible.� He�d never buy it.� It has trap written
all over it.��

�OK.. as Severus says.. the best lie is hidden in the truth.. He needs to believe that Rodolphus has
been convinced that you have been infiltrating his base and are going to smuggle me out. ��

Draco raised his hands

�Wait � stop!� Why does Lestrange want you
so badly.� To
gain the Dark Lord�s favour?� And why does he want that fuck anyway?� He
whored you out to me just to lay his hands on him.

Lestrange is worse than my father.� He�s a vicious bastard. Believe me!� Didn�t you say that you begged the Dark Lord
for his life?!� What the fuck would you
do that for?!�

I need to know these things, Granger!� It�s
my life on the line.� Everyone in this little farce will bend over
backwards to keep you alive so they
can screw you over a little longer.� Me
they�ll just kill.��

Hermione scowled momentarily and
then nodded.� �Ok.� but you have to
swear that you won�t reveal anything I tell you to anyone who doesn�t already
know it.��

Draco thought for a while and then
pulled his wand and made the oath.� A
faint wash of magic indicated it had been sealed.�

Hermione nodded again and began

�it�s
kind of.. complicated. �Um.� Well..you know about
your godfather and the Dark Lord, right?��

Draco looked at her blankly.

Hermione raised an eyebrow.� �Nothing?!� Seriously?� Ok..� well.. he was seduced by the Dark Lord when he was about our age,
before the Dark Lord tried to kill Harr..him and lost his
body.� They.. resumed their relationship when he got a new body in the
cemetery after the Triwizard tournament.��

Draco looked slightly green.� �That�s disgusting, Granger!� Severus would never...�

Hermione scowled at him,
interrupting.� �Not really.. The Dark Lord was a gorgeous looking man before he was
killed.� Severus was kind of hot too.. in a pale and surly way.. when he was younger. �Personally.. I think he got better with age.��

Draco raised his eyebrows and
stared but said nothing.�

�Anyway..
so..� Severus
belongs to the Dark Lord..� Their magic is really compatible.� It�s hard for your godfather to resist him
when he uses it.��

Draco snorted� �I�m trying to see how this, revolting
though it may be, is related to Lestrange wanting you
and Saint P. wanting Lestrange.� get to the point!��

Hermione swallowed. She nodded and
looked at the floor and just spoke as quickly as she could, trying to get it
out.�

�Ok.� well.. um.� My magic is compatible with theirs
too.� Especially the
Dark Lord.�

Um.. I�m His, ...like Severus is.�
We�re all kind of... together.� He wanted to bind us after the initiation.�

As in marriage binding, not binding my magic.�

Glancing up, she tried to ignore
the gaping, appalled, incredulous expression on the blonde�s face and turned
her eyes back down to the floor.

�But I need to go back to the
beginning almost.� The Dark Lord had Rodolphus show me around the dungeons when I first arrived
in his ..castle or whatever it is.. and
he kind of took a liking to me.� Oh.� Um.� And he�s a vampire also.��

Draco made a weak sound of dismay. ��She closed
her eyes.�

�And..
skipping some things but after your father tortured me I said some things that
pissed the Dark Lord off and he threw me in a cell.� Rodolphus came and
I let him bite me.� I didn�t know what
would happen.� I..
it�s complicated. It doesn�t matter.� But
Rodolphus considers me his too.�

I�m beginning to wonder if there�s any of me left to be mine.�

So um.. some things happened
and Severus almost died and then later I was in the lab with him and Rodolphus came and they had this huge argument and in the
end Severus stupefied Rodolphus and called the Dark
Lord and I begged him not to kill him.�

And he didn�t even punish me.� He
punished Severus a little though and he said he�d spare Rodolphus
if i withstood the trials and followed every order

...but you know that already.� And then
you portkeyed me out of there in the middle of the
initiation.�

She tried to breathe.� After a moment she opened her eyes and
glanced up cautiously.� Draco was gaping
at her and blinking.

He spluttered �Wait ..I ..I need to get my head around
what I want to ask first.�� He gritted
his teeth together.

�Ok.. lets start with � WHY in HADES
would you want to fuck the Dark Lord?!� You�re complaining about..
about Him
upstairs and you want.. that?!�

and what the fuck does the Dark Lord want to marry
you for?!� Forgetting � why the blazes he wants to marry
at all.. does he want offspring from you too?! �Merlin,
Granger!

� but no. Go back to the part where the man uniting
the wizarding world under a banner of justified inequality and hate for all
things muggle suddenly wants to bed a mudblood, irrespective how clever or
attractive she might be.��

Hermione smirked wryly �Why Draco.� How nice of you to say so.��

�I told you.� My magic is
compatible with his. I can�t resist it when he uses it on me.� It�s just not possible to fight it.�

And besides.. he-...he�s not
like he is with everyone else to me.. at least.. not really.� He�s..almost..nice sometimes.��

She hesitated, worried she might
be saying too much, but said anyway, if only for the sake of Draco�s apparently
weighting on asthetics�

�He doesn�t look the way you think
he does anymore either.� �I don�t know if he wants children.� He never said.� It wasn�t why he wanted to bind us all.��

Draco rolled his eyes at her� �if he wanted you
for your compatible magic, he wouldn�t
have made you a squib, would he?!� I�ve
already sworn an oath granger. What are you not telling me?�

She shifted uneasily.� If she told him about her ability he�d
probably refuse to help her.� Draco was
pretty much the most pure blooded wizard possible.� He�d be scared of her.�

�It�s beside the point, Draco.� It doesn�t matter.� Rodolphus wants me
back because he considers me his and because he doesn�t want me to die.. which I will..within
the next month if i don�t see him.�

He �wants Rodolphus
for the same reason � to keep me alive.�
He swore to let Rodolphus live if I took his
mark.�

He promised that if i didn�t, he�d capture him and
torture him till I did.�� She turned her
arm over and exposed the mark on her wrist that had faded back up onto her skin.�

�As you see � I gave in.� But Rodolphus refuses to come here and He refuses to let me go.�

Enter Draco Malfoy with an indecent proposal..��

Draco bit the inside of his cheek
in irritation.� She had noticed him do
that in class sometimes when something he considered unfair happened to himself
or other Slytherins.�

�You must be a fucking fantastic
lay, Granger�� he
sneered abruptly.� �I might have to have
a go just to see what all the fuss is about�

Hermione frowned, unaccountably
hurt by the implication. Was he calling her a slut?�

�I�ll have you know that up until
last night I hadn�t actually.. done
it before..

The Dark Lord was protecting me because he wanted to..
um.. marry me I guess.� He had Severus on a tight rein and Rodolphus would be overjoyed if I remained a virgin forever
because it kept my blood so sweet.� I
guess he�ll have to be disappointed.��
She looked away angrily and folded her arms.�

Draco placed the goblet he had
been turning over in his hands on the table next to the blue bottle.

�Malfoys dont.. apologise�
he ground out after a while.� �So get
back to the plan!��

�You want to convince your roommate up there that Lestrange
thinks he�s getting you back � why should he
really bring you?�� I can lie to Lestrange and he�ll never know you aren�t coming.�

Or He could just glamour or polyjuice some
muggle.��

Hermione thought about it.� It was a problem. ��The solution occurred to her after a moment.

�Rodolphus
would sense my proximity.� That wouldn�t
fool him. He can feel where I am and what state I�m in.�

He was how the Dark Lord was tracking
us.��

A glamour would be useless and polyjuice
would fail because it would just feel to him like there was more than one of me
suddenly and he�d get suspicious.� You
can tell Him that and he�ll believe
it.��

�I have to actually be there to pull the ruse off and lure
him in.�

But we need to find a way for the setting to appear to disadvantage Rodolphus and yet in reality disadvantage Him.��

Draco�s face suddenly fell and he
turned to her with panicked eyes.� �you want me to go to the Dark Lord and confess everything..��

Hermione bit her lip.� �No.�
You can�t do that either.� Harry
might find out.� He knew about some
things that happened with the Dark Lord that nobody else knew about.��

Draco appeared to deflate slightly
in relief� �You would have to go to Rodolphus
and make him keep it a secret.�

Maybe.. maybe Severus too..

but you�d have to ask him whether he thinks he can
truly keep anything secret from the Dark Lord.�
If he can�t you can�t tell him!!�

It might be better not to try.� Asking
would just make him suspicious.�

Rodolphus can
keep a secret. We�ll just have to figure out a situation that looks like he has Rodolphus
trapped and at a disadvantage when the reverse is true.��

Draco nodded grimly and bit his
cheek again.� Hermione brightened..

�I think I know a way.. maybe..� Do you know if animagi
can perform wandless magic when transformed?��

Draco shifted his eyes uneasily.�

�I have no idea, Granger.� But I can probably find out.� Why?��

She frowned.� It had seemed obvious why to her.� Unless Draco thought she might be talking
about someone other than Harry.�

�Draco.. are you an animagus too?!� she
asked him point blank.�

He bristled.� �Who told you?� How did you find out?!� If you tell
anyone!!� Its all your fault anyway.� Stupid mudblood calling me names.� You did something to me, didn�t you?!��

The answer began to dawn on her
like the sun rising on a new day. She burst out laughing and Draco snarled and
got up and stalked away, pacing.� Hermione
tried to pull herself together and keep a straight face.

�Really?� A ferret??!� No.. i didnt do
anything..� I had no idea � I was talking
about harr..�� she bit the word off
in time.�

�That�s..
that�s not that
bad, Draco.� Ferrets are agile,
clever. ... vicious too, even if they look quite cute.�� She smirked.�
�Could be worse!� You could be a slug, or a pig, or even an
elephant.� I mean..
what good would an elephant be?�

A ferret is useful.� You can sneak around
without anyone noticing!��

Draco turned to her, clearly
unconvinced.�

�An embarrassment is what it is!� A Malfoy
transforming into... into vermin!� We poison ferrets on our grounds.� My father would.. � He stopped.�

�_�He�s �an animagus
you said.� What is he?��

She told him.�

He looked even more miserable and scuffed back to her, flinging himself down in
the chair melodramatically.�

�But he�s a Gryffindor.. It isn�t fair!!� I should
be a snake!� I deserve it!��

She felt sympathy for him despite
the faint amusement she still tried to hide behind a serious face.�

�It�s a rare ability, Draco.� It�s good
that you have it at all. �I�m glad you�re
not a snake.��

She hesitated, curiosity pricking
her.� �Would you show me?..�

�NO!!� he growled angrily.

�Pleeeeeeze?�
she whined, smiling.�

�It�s not up for discussion, Granger.� What does pott-
fuck!� We need to come up with something
to call him.� Something
safe.��

She nodded.� �Ok.. something meaningless � like john doe?� Or something descriptive like
Apep?��

Draco looked at her quizzically

�I was just thinking of �the light lord or scarhead
or even lord thingy�

She thought for a moment.� �lets
call him scar.� There�s a muggle movie
about lions and one lion is always pretending to be on the good guys� side but
he�s really an evil bastard��

Draco smirked.� �the
Lion King?�

She reeled her jaw back in.

�I do leave the wizarding world
occasionally, Granger.� Scar is
fine.�

What does scar�s animagus
form have to do with anything?��

�There�s a spell to force a wizard
into and out of their animagus form.� Severus knows it..and
Remus Lupin.� I dont know who
else you could ask.� If you could
surprise him and force him into his snake form maybe you could trap him.. or at least distract him long
enough to stupefy him.��

Draco looked dubious. ��I cant
do wandless magic at all.� I don�t know
if he could do it.� Snakes don�t have
hands, but I wouldn�t put it past ..scar.. to have found a way around it.��

She stared at him.� �Maybe I can find out somehow.�� But I don�t know how.� You�re going to have to obliviate
me before I go back.� I won�t remember.��

Draco swallowed. �You�re leaving
me with everything, you know that, granger?�
I could just pretend we had a good time tonight and forget about the
plan.��

�You could.� She agreed. �you probably should.��

He flicked his thumbnail with his
finger nervously.� �ok.�� ..ok.� It could work.� He muttered.� �it�s not quite
right yet.. but I can figure out the rest. �� He stared into the
distance for a while.�

�I�ll need your memories for Lestrange. He ..isn�t friendly with me like he apparently is with
you.� I haven�t gotten closer to him than
the length of the great hall in the last couple of years.� He�s dangerous.��

�Tomorrow morning� she said.� �Take the whole night at once��

Draco blinked..� �No.. now!� I-..�

She frowned and then raised an
eyebrow. �You what?��

He dropped his eyes.� �Nothing.� We�ll do it in the morning.�

Draco pulled himself out of the chair by the large rounded arms and walked over
to sit on the couch next to her. �

He reached for the delicate blue bottle and drew his wand, casting a charm and
pulling the cork.�

A strange thick golden aroma filled
the air.� It had hints of blueberry and
magnolia.� It was sweeter than
honey.�

She inhaled and her nose warmed in a strangely pleasant way.�

Draco�s eyes glittered as he turned to her, the blue fire reflecting in them
slightly.�

�Its different than I imagined� he said very quietly,
not sounding at all like the spoiled brat she�d always known.�

He sounded confused.�

The scent was intoxicating but not cloying.�
She sniffed at the air and smiled.�

It made her think of childhood.� Her parents.� Christmas.� Crookshanks.�� Good memories.�

Draco poured the bottle and the
liquid was surprisingly azure blue and thick like syrup.� It gleamed in a way that evoked impressions
of unicorn blood.�

They both stared at it as he filled their goblets to half way and then put the
bottle down.�

Hermione bit her lip.� �Draco.. are you finding yourself remembering..�

He croaked hollowly �yes.� But didnt elaborate.�

They reached forward as one and
took the goblets.� Hermione brought it to
her lips and inhaled deeply, feeling like her mind was being wrapped in warm
silk.. or like she was being
hugged by her mother. ��

Draco just watched her, transfixed, as she tilted the glass and the liquid
slowly slid down to her lips.�

She took in a small mouthful.� It was like drinking melted honey but the
taste was entirely different.�

It was beyond delicious.� Her eyes lit in wonder.�

It tasted like.. like... like
things she could almost remember when she was very young.�

It tasted like flowers and warm breeze and clouds and hope.� It tasted of promises made and kept.� When she was a small child, the word magic
had evoked impressions and the liqueur tasted of that feeling.� Wonder and brightness and
possibility.� Sweet
and herb and warm and fresh all at once.�

�Oh Draco!!� she gasped.� �Its..�� she couldn�t finish
the sentence.� She just closed her eyes
and floated through the sensations.� A
whimper next to her told her that Draco had tried the liqueur.��

They both sipped slowly at their
goblets in silence, experiencing internal revelations and feeling..beautiful things.. caress
their minds until Hermione realised she was tilting the crystal for the last
drip of blue wonder to slide slowly down onto her tongue.� She savoured it and turned, suddenly aware of
Draco at her side.�

He was leaning back on the couch, almost horizontal.�

There was a small drop of blue at the corner of his mouth and the thought
crossed her mind that she could just.. just.. lean over and lick it off
but his small pointy tongue slipped out and swept it away.��

She looked at him and it was as if
he were changed.. although he
looked the same.�

His skin was opalescent in the firelight.. his eyes like silver moons.�
The thin lips that had seemed so cruel and arrogant looked delicate and
innocent.�

His hair was glorious.� She wanted to
touch it.�

She looked at his eyes and he was
looking at her strangely

�More?� he asked, thickly.�

The thought of drinking more
almost made her want to cry.� This was ..all.. there ever would be of this.�

She didn�t want it to be gone
forever.� It was so very lovely. �

And then she realised she was crying.�

Draco raised a slow hand and brushed tears away from her eyes with his
thumb.� �Don�t cry Granger.� It hurts to look at you when you cry.� He
said softly.�

She knew what he meant and smiled sadly.

�its just.. sad.. that this is the last.�

He swallowed and looked away.�

�I know.� We have to finish it though.� I want
to finish it.. in
case...��

The death of Draco suddenly stood
in the room like some kind of tangible ghastly apparition.�� She grimaced.�

�You won�t!� Forget what we talked about!� I�d rather have you as a friend in this place
than lose you��

He looked up at her and his face seemed to twist in pain.�

�You want to be my friend?� he rasped, his lip trembling.�

�Merlin.. pour another
glass.. I want to forget what�s happening and remember some more�� he sounded
desolate.��

She poured and handed him the
goblet.

His hand shook.�� He tipped it to his
mouth and took a large mouthful as if it would ward off his thoughts.�

Hermione sipped at hers and reeled
slightly, becoming fascinated with the pretty elfin goblet and the unusual
movement of the liqueur when she tilted it back and forth.� It seemed to glow with the firelight.�

She was reminded of a time when
she had been camping with her parents and grandparents when she was very
young.� They had gone to the banks of
some lake and the water was very pale blue and cold.�

Her father had taken her in a little boat onto the lake and had fished while
she had played and talked with two stuffed animals who
she was �friends with� at the time.� They
had pretended some silliness.� They were
on a quest for treasure or something.

Her prattling had almost certainly scared away the fish but her father never
told her to be quiet.� He just sat in the
boat and held the rod and watched her, smiling and looked around at the
peaceful forest and mountains.

�What was he like?� Draco asked
softly.

�She looked at him, confused.� �who?��

�Your father� he said as if it
were obvious. �You were just telling me about him fishing when you were
young.��

She furrowed her brow.� �I didn�t realise I was speaking.� I was just thinking about it.��

Draco smirked but it was a good natured
smirk of amusement. �Well you were.� Your
lips were moving.�

She thought about his question
before answering.�

�He was.. quiet.� Clever.� But just.. not overly flamboyant or expressive.� He liked simple things.� He had silver rimmed square glasses.� He was a dentist, -
I guess you knew that already though.� He
didn�t talk to me about every little thing like mum did..
but when I was worried or had a problem he was the
best one to go to.� He would listen and
then ask questions and it would all become clearer.�

I miss him.� He was a good dad!��

Draco was looking at her with
something like envy on his face.� He took
a small sip from his goblet and the envy look faded slightly and became a
little dreamy.�

�My best memory of my father is my
seventh birthday.� He gave me a training
broom and then he spent the rest of the day teaching me how to fly it.�

He stood beside me the entire time with his hands out, ready to catch me if I
fell.� And then I flew higher, till I was
almost as high as the top of the walnut tree and he was telling me to come back
down.�

I hadn�t heard him sound like that.. worried.. alarmed..� and it scared me so
I tried to tilt the broom down to fly lower but I lost control and fell
off.�

I was falling and I thought I was going to break all my bones but he caught me
in his arms and hugged me so hard I couldn�t breathe and yelled something at
me.� I don�t remember what.�

I just felt so happy that he had been scared.�
Stupid.�
That my happiest memory of him is when he was angry at me.��

Draco blushed faintly.�

Hermione smiled.� �I think it�s a good memory.� His anger was because he was frightened of
losing you.. because he loved
you.��

Draco took another gulp and
finished off his goblet.�

�Do you still want to see my animagus form?� he asked
after a minute.� She nodded eagerly.�

�Yes!�� Oh go on!�
I promise I won�t say anything��

He half smiled and looked
sheepish. It was a strange look on his aristocratic features.�

�If you told anyone they�d never believe it. They�d think you were making a
joke at my expense��

He fumbled at his pocket and drew
his wand, not flicking it, just holding it in his hand loosely.�

Then, more slowly than it had been with Harry, his features started to blur and
shift and he drew in toward the centre, the black of his robe giving way to
white fur until a small white ferret stood on the black velvet of the
couch.�

It had grey eyes and a pink nose and ears and she laughed when it reared up on
its back legs and folded its tiny arms in a sulky pose very much evoking the
impression of Draco at his arrogant best.�

Hermione reached out gingerly and
stroked a finger over his bullet head and the ferret-Draco flinched and
unfolded his arms looking up at her startled.�

She did it again, only this time she ran her finger down the length of his
body.� He was very soft.� His fur felt like a rabbit she had petted
once.� Softer than crookshanks had been.�

He arched his long back as her finger moved over it and darted his head at her
in a ferret expression of shock.�

�Nobody has petted you like this
before?� she asked, smiling.� The tiny
head shook a no.�

�Do you want me to keep doing it?�
she asked.�

He stood still for a long minute and seemed to be thinking before he slowly
nodded and scratched a tiny hand over his face.�
She smiled wider.� A ferret facepalm then.

�It�s not a big deal, there�s no
need for that� she sniffed.�

He crooked his head and lowered
himself down to stand on all four paws again.�
The implication was obvious: �hurry up and pet me then, if you�re going
to.�

She stroked a finger over his head again between his ears and he gave a small squeak.� Then she cupped her hand and ran it down his
back which arched again as her hand moved over it, and down his tail.

She repeated the motion several times until he hunkered down on his haunches
and lowered himself to lie down.�

She stroked him once more and then she slid her hands underneath his stomach.

He leapt a foot into the air and
darted to the end of the couch before turning and looking at her, breathing
quickly.�

�Calm down, Draco� she said,
shaken herself by his reaction.� �I was
just going to pick you up and put you in my lap.� I.. I wouldn�t hurt
you. �I�m sorry, you seemed so relaxed.. I didn�t think...��

The ferret curled its tail around
itself and sat, looking at her for a long time.�
She didn�t know what he was thinking � this face was even more difficult
to read than his human one.�

After a while he walked stiffly, his back arched, over to her and climbed onto
her lap, lowering himself gingerly and curling into a tight ball with his head
on his tail.�

He was very warm and soft on the white cotton of the babydoll
dress.� It was nice.� Like a hot water bottle.� It reminded her of crookshanks.�

She cautiously stroked his fur again and he twitched a tiny ear, watching her
warily.

She curled the corner of her mouth
up wryly and whispered.� �I won�t hurt
you.� I promise!��

Only then did he close his eyes and relax somewhat, his body slowly uncurling
to limpness.�

She ran her fingertips all through
his soft soft fur and pulled his tail gently
straight, gripping her hand around it loosely and stroking down its
length.� Draco squeaked softly again but
his eyes didnt open.�

She continued to pet him soothingly for a few minutes and then wrapped her arm
slowly, cautiously around the curl of his back, scooping him up to lie in its
crook,�

His eye cracked slightly as she lifted him, scooting back on the couch to lean
against the side armrest with her knees raised.�
She held Draco in the crook of her arm up against her chest,
protectively, like an infant.�

When she started to stroke his
throat and belly he made a sound between a squeak and a growl and she assumed this was the ferret equivalent of a
purr.� �Do you want some of the liqueur?�
She asked quietly.�

His eyes opened, looking up at her
from a position of limp relaxed enjoyment.�
He nodded and she reached for the goblet.�

She frowned, looking at him and looking at the glass.� Then she dipped a finger in the thick blue
liquid and drew it out, carefully waiting for it to drip so as not to waste
any.�

He watched her� and
seemed to look down at his paws.� She
wondered at it and it dawned on her.�

�Nobody will ever hear about this Draco.�
I swear.� I just don�t want to tip
it all over you��

He nodded and looked up at her
again.� His nose twitched as she brought
her finger to his mouth and he licked it with his hot rough little tongue
eagerly till it was clean and then his head fell back against her arm and his
whole body seemed to stretch languorously.�

When she stroked him again, tickling his stomach, he growled loudly in his tiny
high pitched voice.�

She fed him several more fingerfuls of the liquid and he seemed to melt against her,
his eyes tiny slits of abject pleasure.� �Suddenly he curled upright and climbed up,
putting his tiny claws on her collar bone, his bullet head an inch from her
chin.� Then he transformed.� It was strange.� One second she had a small white animal in
her arms, the next there was a blond wizard straddling her hips and looking
down at her with an expression of near painful wonder and confusion.

He leaned down without warning and pressed his lips against hers, closing his
eyes.�

She kissed him back, tilting her head. It seemed right.� He was offering to risk everything he had for
her.� The least she could give him was a
kiss.�

He didn�t try to deepen the
kiss.� There was not even a hint of his
tongue and his hands stayed on her shoulders but it was wonderful.� It was phenomenal.�

He leaned back from her and opened his eyes,� looking down at her with an unreadable
expression.�

�I ..just..
wanted to know what that would feel like� he offered as an explanation.��

He turned his head, looking at the table and her quarter full goblet and his
empty one.� The bottle of liqueur was a
quarter full.� He looked back at
her.�� And then he reached for her
goblet.�

�Maybe.. maybe we can keep the rest and share it after its all over..
if-..��

Hermione leaned her head against
the armrest and looked up at his delicate features.�

�We�ll get through it, Draco.� The plan
will work.� And I�ll find a way to
protect you.� There..
might still be some things I can offer for
leverage.�� I think I can persuade the
Dark Lord to see that you have given him more than any of his other servants by
rescuing me and bringing him..scar.��

Draco looked down.� �and Dumbledore� he
said quietly.

�Yeah.� That too. .. I�m at
least seventy percent confident that I can save you if we both get to him��

Draco was swirling the viscous
blue liquid in the goblet thoughtfully.�
�It�ll have to do� he said distractedly.�

�You know.. it�s peculiar
but..I don�t feel as angry as I did.� It
must be this stuff.��

Hermione smirked and brushed his
silky hair back from his face.� His eyes
darted to her, caught off guard.

�Must be..� she said. �Maybe there�s some way to
restore the plant somehow.� There must be
seeds or remains of some kind somewhere.��

He looked at her as if he was
considering the same thing and blinked, obviously storing the idea away for the
moment.� Then he drew his wand and
levitated the cork back into the bottle, casting a stasis charm over it.�

�-Or perhaps there�s a way to
duplicate the liquid itself.. Severus might know.� She
gasped�

�yes. I�m sure there must be!� Oh
damn.� Why did we drink so much of
it?� What if there isn�t enough left to
work with? ��

Draco looked at her with a faint
smirk.� �Then we�ll be the last two
people to ever know what Gelfthorn liqueur tasted
like.� Care to share the last
mouthful?��

She smiled back at him and
realised that opening and sharing this bottle of liqueur, the finest, last,
drop of something wonderous..
that Draco had obviously suffered greatly for.. was probably the greatest gift anyone had ever given her.�

�Yes please!� she said wistfully,
trying not to think about how it could be the last time she ever tasted the beautiful
stuff.��

Draco threw the entire rest of the
goblet back in one mouthful.� The moue of
shocked disappointment on her face was irrepressible.� Of course he wouldn�t share the last sips of
it.� What had she been thinking?!
Stupid!� It was Draco. ��And really � he
shouldn�t.� He deserved it.. needed it more than she did.

Then he leaned down and pressed
his lips to hers and she hesitated.�

He pressed insistently and finally she kissed him back.� No sooner had she opened herself to him
slightly than he was deepening the kiss and a warm mouthful of Gelfthorn liqueur flowed into her mouth.�

She moaned at the sensation of the creamy sweet reactive substance swirling
around his tongue as it stroked her own and twirled around it.�

She thrust her own tongue back
against his and passed some of the liquid back.�
They both swallowed, groaning in pleasure and continued to kiss, sucking
gently at each other�s lips and tongues to get the last remaining drips and
sheens of liqueur.�

Finally he drew back, leaving them
both panting.�

�Oh god..� Hermione moaned softly.� �We should have been drinking it like that from the beginning!��

Draco snickered and it had overtones
of his usual arrogant self.�

�One more thing that nobody is ever
going to hear about, Granger�

He dropped his leg to the ground and got up off her.� She wasn�t sure how she felt about him
kissing her.. or stopping
kissing her.�

It had been.. nice.�

Draco was nothing like she had thought.. he didn�t kiss like she had presumed he would � Not that she had ever thought about that
much, obviously.�

And he was nothing like his father
either when she had thought he was like a Lucius in
training.�

She looked up at him, preoccupied.� He
was transfiguring the schnapps bottle to look like a bottle of cheap mead in
black glass of the type they sold at the hogshead.� He put it back into the vitrine
at the side and paused before putting another couple of bottles in front of
it.�

She pulled herself up from the
couch and picked up the two crystal goblets, carrying them over to the cabinet
where the others stood.�

�Shall we go to bed, Granger?�� Draco asked from behind her, wrapping his
arms around her and taking the goblets from her hands.�

She realised she would normally have felt threatened by that..
his proximity.� The casual encirclement.�

She didn�t.� She felt..
comforted.�

�Yes.� I�m feeling strange..
I think.� Not drunk at all but..perhaps the ..other..effects of the liqueur are
still lingering a bit.��

Draco pulled his wand and cast a
cleaning charm on the goblets and placed them back with the others.�

She didn�t remind him of his desire to smash them.� She was pleased he hadn�t.� They were beautiful.�

Even if Lucius was a black hearted arse, these were a
family heirloom and didn�t really belong only to him.�

It would be wrong to destroy them. �

Draco seemed to be thinking
something along those lines too as he stood with his hand on the cabinet
looking at them and sighed. He turned away sharply.� �I just.. don�t feel angry enough to smash them anymore.� Come on.�

Draco walked off through the door
he�d exited at speed before when she�d mentioned potions and she trailed after
him.

His bedroom was set in light and
dark green tones together with black.�
She wasn�t surprised.� He did consider
himself the consummate Slytherin.� The
black futon bed was marginally unexpected.�

The room looked like a blend of
classical and oriental lines.� He had
paintings in an abstract style on his walls.�

She thought it might be Piet Mondrian but the colours seemed off.�

The overall impression was quite empty.� Aesthetically pleasing in its sharp perfect lines but devoid of
warmth or life.�

She thought about how Draco had
reacted to being petted and decided he probably spent all his time in a shell
of snotty arrogance for a reason.�

He certainly hadn�t had the most loving home and she doubted his friends at
Hogwarts were the kind that you could open up to.� Slytherins tended
to view the softer emotions as weakness and would move in for the kill.�

She wondered if Draco had ever
been lonely at school.�

Turning to him she saw he was
unfastening his robe at the side and a sickening thud of memory hit her of the
previous night with Harry.�

She felt that black horrible fear slide tendrils into her gut and chill her
back.�

Draco, naked but for green silk
boxers had slid back a white rice paper panelled wall and was hanging his robe
up carefully.�

She wrapped her arms around herself and tried to stop shaking.�

He turned back and alarm broke out
on his face.� �Granger!�� Shit!.. I�m
sorry.� Calm down!!� Its
ok.��

He reached into the wardrobe and pulled out a white tee-shirt and quickly threw
it on before he approached her.�

�I didn�t think.� I wasn�t going to-..� Damn it!
�� He frowned
and rushed back to the wardrobe and retrieved his wand from the pocket of his
robe and approached her again.�

She tried to smile reassuringly but it just looked queasy.� �I-I know Draco.� It�s ok.�
I�m sorry.� I can�t help it.� �

He raised his wand and her cotton
dress lengthened to the floor and grew short arms.�

�Thanks.� She mumbled, feeling
stupid. �His eyes were wide.�

�Look.. I
won�t touch you.� You don�t need to
worry.� I just hadn�t thought about
it.� I�ll transfigure single beds.��

She shook her head urgently.�

�No.� It�s ok.� I know.�
I know you�re not him.� It was
just for a second there I couldn�t help remembering.. but it�s ok now.�
Please don�t.� I..I
feel safer when I know you�re around.�� She looked down, aware of how irrational and
needy she sounded and hoped he wouldn�t take it the wrong way..
but for some reason she knew he wouldn�t.�

He did for some bizarre reason make
her feel safe.� His presence was oddly
comforting.�

Draco looked unsure.�

Actually he looked fundamentally shaken. ��He stepped back, running his hand through his
hair nervously.�

�Granger... Look-..�� He trailed off.�

They both stood and the silence
became uncomfortable.�

�Maybe it�s
better if I-..�

Draco didn�t finish the sentence because he was already shrinking and growing
fur and then he stood up on his hind legs on the floor, peering up at her
towering over him.�

He tilted his head and then turned and scampered in that strange
bouncing-slinky� way that ferrets have
over to the bed and jumped up, scratching and clawing his way onto the
comforter.��

He walked to the pillow and turned in a circle, falling on his side and curling
in upon himself.�

Hermione watched him, amused
despite herself.�
He made an excellent ferret.�

If it weren�t for the fact that he was an adult wizard, she�d love him for a
pet.�

She walked over to the very low
bed and pulled back the covers, climbing in slowly and burrowing down, wrapping
herself up warm.�

Draco opened one eye a crack and looked at her then closed it again
slowly.��

She reached up and stroked his
head gently, curling her finger around behind his small round ear. His whiskers
twitched but he remained still in a posture of sleep.�

�Thank you� she whispered and
closed her eyes.

She woke to Draco shaking her
roughly.

�Granger, wake up!��

She had no sooner opened her eyes than the panic on Draco�s face galvanised her
into action.� �It�s him isn�t it.��

He nodded frantically.�

�I set wards throughout the
corridor.� Only one has gone off � he�s dismantled the others.� Quick
- Think of last night, starting at the moment you entered my quarters and
ending right now.��

Hermione blinked..
it was hard with that long a time period. After a few
seconds she nodded.�

Draco drew a long strand of white
ephemeral memory from her forehead and dropped it with some difficulty into a
red potions bottle, stoppering the top and then
casting some kind of charm on it before transfiguring it into a black velour
slipper and running to toss it into his wardrobe.�

He raced back and dived under the covers pulling her against him.�

Hermione could hear steps in the other room as she felt both of their clothes
vanish and then she heard him breathe �Obliviate!�

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