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Victim of the Fall	By : PrettyDesdemona Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 32726 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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CHAPTER 29

CIRCLE OF LIGHT

“I'm gonna roll you over, gonna peel you back and expose your tender centre, watch the juices flow from the cracks. I’m gonna peel you out of your protective shell or I might have to break right in there and raise some hell.”

Hermione sat in front of Draco on the bed, propped up on her knees with about two feet of space lying between them. He was still smiling at her, his eyes all crinkled up and his cheeks reddened, like she was the epitome of beauty, like she was the one and only reason he ever felt any happiness in this world. It was a smile that touched her and made her want to weep.

That she could make him that happy, that she could be the reason that he was smiling at her like that was overwhelming.

But as she studied him, as she allowed her eyes to wander away from his glowing smile, she began to notice the nervous energy that clung to him as well. His fingers were twisting themselves in her bed sheets a little, and his toes were twitching almost imperceptibly. She reached out a hand and laid it on his outstretched knee, giving him a warm, reassuring smile.

She knew why he was nervous. She knew what he was thinking. She was thinking the same thing.

He leant forward just as she did and they both laughed, drawing back again.

Draco lifted his hand and tugged on a curl that had escaped the loose bun on the back of her head, so that it stretched and bounced back.

Hermione filled her lungs with air and, deciding not to care what it was Draco wanted to do, moved onto her hands and knees, crawling towards him. As she did, he moved backwards so that he was no longer sitting but lying on her bed. Her hands landed either side of his head while her knees sat to one side of his body and she stared down at him.

The smile was gone, to be replaced by a deep look, an intense look.

She dropped her head and allowed herself to kiss him. He kissed her back, and so began the cycle that would last for quite a while. She would occasionally have to stop for air and he would allow her only a few seconds grace before he kissed her again, only pausing when he needed to come up to breath as well, but she would only repeat his earlier process. As they did this, her body lowered slowly onto his until they were chest to chest, arms encircling each other.

They kissed for what felt like hours. There were no words, no wondering hands, only lips on lips and clashing tongues. She lay on top of him for a while, until he took charge and pushed her over to lie on top of her. Then, when it had become too heated, they both sat up, side by side like they had done on New Year’s Eve. That had progressed into facing each other on their knees, the entire lengths of both their bodies pressed together. This turned into her straddling his hips as he sat on the edge of the bed. The first lengthy pause in their kissing was Hermione’s choice as she’d needed to get up to fetch a glass of water. Draco had accosted her on her way back, pushing her up against her bedroom wall, his hands valiantly moving no lower than her back.

There was no seriousness to the situation and Hermione loved that. She was having fun. Simple fun. Like watching a good movie. When Draco got too enthusiastic and his teeth clashed against her own, neither of them reacted with embarrassment, they would just laugh and continue.

He was making her feel light, like she was perfect in that moment, like she was faultless and invincible.

They were there for a good while, the arches of her feet beginning to ache from standing on her tiptoes, when it happened.

The first button was undone.

It had been Hermione that had started it. Her hands had almost absent-mindedly snuck up Draco’s chest and had fumbled for a moment on the top button of his shirt before it sprung open. After that, every other button on either of their clothes followed the first. Draco’s shirt went quickly, followed by Hermione’s. Her jeans and his pants joined the growing pile until the both of them were clad on nothing but their underwear. She had allowed him to discard her clothes almost without thought, it felt simply natural. After all, she’d thought about feeling his skin on hers for a long time.

It was at this point that they both stopped and took a step back to survey the other’s body.

And there was another defining moment for her. The chance to walk away was there, implied by the open door and the distance between them. But Hermione could not drag her eyes away.

His skin was pale and almost flawless. There was a hardness to his body that perfectly counteracted the soft fleshiness of her own skin. He wasn’t overly muscular really; he looked lithe and catlike rather than strong and domineering. No, the dominance was in the way he held himself, the way he looked at her.

There was so much equality to the two of them. Ron had always been much taller and much stronger than her, making her feel like the damsel in distress from a romance novel. But Draco wasn’t like that. He was barely a head taller than her, his hands only slightly larger than her own and her hips were wider than his. He felt like a match, someone who’s sum of parts equated to the same as her own. There was comfort in that, she found. It made her feel less like she had to be feminine or mild. She felt as if she and Draco were both equal parts feminine and masculine. Equally strong, equally proud and equally powerful. But she hadn’t noticed any of this until she saw him standing before her, bare and exposed.

He was beautiful and even though it may have been her hormones talking, she felt in that moment that she might love him.

She smiled.

Hermione realized after a moment standing like this, with Draco’s eyes moving all over her body and pausing at all the right places, such as her chest, her hips and her legs, that he was once again attempting to hide his right arm. He still did not want her to see the Dark Mark.

She moved towards him decisively and, to his alarm, yanked his arm out from behind his back. He tried to pull away but she held firm and brought it up into the light so that she could see.

To her surprise, she was not repulsed by it. Not in the slightest. In fact, it made her love him more. She bent her head and pressed a kiss to the blackened skin. Draco gasped.

“What are you doing?!” he cried, panicked.

“I’m accepting you Draco. Deal with it.” she said firmly, her fingers sliding backwards and forwards over the mark. “I have scars too. Are you disgusted by them?”

She dropped his hand and pulled away from him, lifting her right arm to brandish the word carved into her skin there. He stared at it for a moment before she then gestured to the long, thin, faded line that ran from her left shoulder to her right hip, left from the battle in the department of mysteries in her fifth year. She lifted her left hand so that he might see the scar she’d given herself mere months ago.

“No.” he said after a moment and moved towards her so that he might return her earlier gesture and kiss each of her scars individually. He lingered for a long time over the one Bellatrix had left.

His kissing her arm slowly turned into him kissing her lips again. Finally, she was able to feel the warm, intricate pleasure she was anticipating at having her bare skin pressed against his as he drew her into a hug. They backed awkwardly towards the bed and Hermione let him push her backwards so that they fell together onto her mattress.

She was momentarily shocked when his kissing reached a new level of force and intensity. He had shifted onto his side while she lay on her back and his right hand explored her body freely, though he danced away from her breasts or the elastic of her underpants. This frustrated her. She wanted him to touch her in more stimulating places than just her stomach or her shoulders.

Hermione lay her hand on top of his, breaking their kiss, and as she looked into his eyes, moved it down her body. He was frowning as their hands reached the forbidden boundary, the line of her underpants. She allowed him to figure out the rest and was not disappointed as his fingertips dipped under the thin piece of fabric.

He was being too slow. Far too slow.

Hermione was about to direct him again when she caught the cheeky smile that was crawling up his face. He knew exactly what he was doing and seemed to enjoy the control he had over her. The bastard.

She spread her legs, tilting her pelvis upwards in an attempt to urge him on and for a moment, he lost himself. His fingers sunk down over her clit in one fast movement. They explored her, feeling out the new territory and Hermione moaned at the exploration. There was no skill or experience in his touch but she didn’t care. He was touching her exactly where she needed him to and that was enough for right then. The teaching would come later.

Her eyes sunk closed as one finger drifted lower and lower before pushing inside her.

She’d been there before, other men had been there before, and as Draco moved in and out of her slowly, staring mesmerized at her face, she felt the familiar discomfort of being only half filled. It was exquisite, of course, but the ache in her abdomen only wanted more. There was more space to fill; more nerves to touch that one finger could not reach.

Hermione was aware of her moaning, distantly. But then she became aware of Draco’s moaning. Her eyes snapped open to find him staring down at the hand that was lost between her legs, his face contorted in a sort of painful grimace as deep, guttural sounds were springing from his half closed mouth.

She’d never heard a man make noises before.

Hermione tugged on his jaw so that his face turned to look at her. They kissed again and the mixture of the feelings, of the things happening to two separate areas of her body caused her emotions to crash through the top of her head. She almost did not understand why she wasn’t literally bursting all over the bed, all over Draco’s fingers.

Suddenly, he withdrew his hand and Hermione wanted to hit him before she realized what he was doing.

Her underpants were down by her knees before she had a chance to say anything at all. By the time her thoughts on the matter were collected, they were off and lying somewhere on her bedroom floor where Draco had flung them. He moved up her body and drove an arm underneath her shoulder blades, lifting her up to a sitting position so that he could wrestle with the clasp of her bra. Hermione was surprised when, after only a few moments, the fabric fell off her skin and her bare breasts tumbled out.

Strangely, she felt no urge to cover herself though she’d never been this naked in front of anyone. She was comfortable with Draco and unashamed of how she looked to him.

He lowered her back down reverentially, the nervous energy disintegrating now that he had gotten her naked, his eyes flying over her exposed body as if he could not look at any one place enough and didn’t know where to start. His hands hovered over her skin, unsure of where to touch, not knowing what would feel the best.

Hermione allowed this to continue for only a few minutes before just laying there while he drank in the sight of her became unbearable. She needed more. She rolled onto her side and hooked her fingers under the elastic of his shorts. He looked shocked, then elated, then confused before rolling onto his back and allowing her to expose him properly.

She had to stop for a moment when she saw his cock laying across his stomach, curled slightly to the left. Draco’s hand moved down his body and gripped it tightly. It was just there both frightening and inviting at the same time. She didn’t know what she wanted to do with it but instinct was telling her to do something, anything, whether it be to touch it, suck it or put it inside her. She wanted all of that.

Suddenly the situation became very real. The implications of their position were impossible to avoid.

“We don’t have to do it.” said Draco softly, correctly interpreting Hermione’s silence.

“I know.” she whispered, still frozen.

“We can stop.” he said, sitting up slightly.

“I know.” she repeated.

They sat like that for a moment, both completely naked, both entirely vulnerable.

Eventually, Draco got up onto his knees and moved towards her. She was glad he did because she knew that she would not have been able to move first. She was too transfixed by fear and anticipation. His lips met hers again and one of his hands rested of her shoulder, pushing her softly backwards. She did not resist.

He came to rest between her thighs as they continued to kiss. Hermione hugged him with her entire body, her palms splayed on his shoulder blades and her ankles linked behind his lower back. This position allowed the very tip of his cock to occasionally press against her clit and every time it did, Hermione felt that same explosion out of the top of her skull. She could tell he was trying to avoid allowing it to happen and so she tightened the grip her legs had around his body, forcing him to press up against her totally. He moaned.

For a while they lay like this, rocking up and down slowly, building each other up, intensifying the feeling. Their breathing became panting and Hermione felt herself becoming more and more wet at the contact. His skin was hot and sweaty and hers was the same but it all felt like an exercise in futility. What they were doing was dabbling on the edge of ecstasy, never allowing themselves any real feeling.

Hermione let out a frustrated moan.

“Just put it in.” she ground out.

He stopped moving, “What?”

“Just do it!” she half demanded.

Without breaking eye contact, his hand moved down between their two bodies and grasped his cock. After a second, her hand joined his and together they placed the head at her opening.

“Are you sure?” he breathed, his longing evident in his voice.

Hermione nodded and he pushed forwards. It was happening, really happening. She was about to lose her virginity and she had no idea how she felt about it at all. But her mind was not allowed much room to chatter over the beat of her arousal. Her body wanted him. That was good enough for right then.

“Slowly.” she said as he began to stretch her.

It hurt. It really hurt and Hermione wanted to stop. She wanted to run away from him. But then, as he moved his hand away, his knuckles brushed against her clit and she was reminded of why she wanted it. She wanted to be filled.

“It’s really tight.” said Draco, grimacing.

“I know.” she responded, panting heavily, “Just keep going.”

He pushed harder and Hermione let out a cry of pain.

“I’m hurting you!” he gasped, trying to pull out but she gripped his body between her legs, not allowing him to go anywhere.

“It’s supposed to hurt! I’m ok!” she puffed, her face scrunched up as the stinging intensified.

She could see his reluctance but he pressed on until she could feel his pelvis pushed up against her thighs and she knew he could not go any further.

“Is it in all the way?” she asked.

He looked down. “Yeah, I think so.”

They both hung, suspended in that moment, knowing what they’d just done, knowing what they now meant to each other.

“What does it feel like?” she whispered after a minute.

“Wet.” he said instantly, “Tight. Warm. It’s intense…”

His eyes closed and, slowly, he began to rock on top of her, letting himself slide in and out of her slightly. For Hermione, it was both agony and pleasure. Her gasps of pain were starting to intermingle with moans of excitement.

Draco’s body was getting tenser; his muscles were turning into harder, angular points under her hands as the rocking became thrusting and the pain and pleasure intensified as the pressure increased.

Hermione closed her eyes and let the feelings wash over her but just as soon as it had started, it stopped.

His whole body suddenly became taught like a bow strike, he let out a loud groan that almost turned into a guttural shout and then liquid poured out of her and ran over her thighs.

His body went limp and his head crashed down into the curve of her neck. He was panting.

“I’m sorry.” he said.

“It’s ok.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“Draco, it’s fine.” she laughed and patted his shoulder.

They lay like that for a moment. Hermione continued to move, unable to stop herself from wanting it to continue even though she knew it couldn’t. With every twitch of her pelvis Draco shuddered until, eventually, he pulled out and flopped onto the bed beside her with a contented sigh.

Hermione stared at the ceiling, overcome with the sudden and inexplicable desire to laugh. Here she was, in a tiny flat above Diagon Alley, lying naked in bed with Draco Malfoy, having just lost her virginity to him. She knew that there were a number of emotions that she should have been feeling in that moment, but all she could do was see the ridiculousness of the whole thing. She even found it funny that he’d come too quickly. Not for any superficial reason, just that Draco always acted like he was so perfect, so at one with everything, and here was the proof that he was so not, that he lost control sometimes too.

She used her feet to grasp onto her wand that lay on the bedside table and transferred it into her hand. She pointed it between her legs.

“What are you doing?” asked Draco sleepily.

“Tergio. Atocium. Cleaning up the mess and casting a contraceptive charm.” she replied with a happy sigh. It felt nice to be clean again.

“Oh.” he laughed, “Shit, I forgot about that.”

He rolled onto his side and threw an arm over her affectionately.

If she was honest with herself, Hermione did feel mildly disappointed about the whole thing. There had been no release for her and the fact that she couldn’t do much about it made her feel like a petulant child on the verge of a tantrum. Draco looked to be just about falling asleep whereas Hermione’s legs were still rubbing together agitatedly, trying to ease any lingering arousal she had. She wanted to hit him.

She looked at him and Draco slowly opened his eyes and gave her one of those post-coital, dewy eyed grins that Ron used to flash her after their rolls in the grass at the Burrow. Hermione knew that grin and there were only two appropriate responses. Either she would return the smile with her own dopy grin or she could flash him one of those quick, passive aggressive smiles that was designed purely to communicate to him just how much she loathed him in that moment. It was the later that Hermione chose.

“Are you alright?” he asked after seeing her frustrated smile.

“Yes. Fine. Just a little… unfulfilled.” she responded tightly.

He looked confused for a moment before he said, “Oh!” and blushed.

Hermione nodded seriously.

Draco got up onto his elbow, leaning over her slightly, “I could help with that, if you like.”

“In what way?” she asked, thinking that perhaps she might have to go a lie on her bathroom floor for a bit just to cool herself off.

“I could use my fingers or… or my tongue.” he said and Hermione could hear a touch of excitement underneath his polite inquiry.

“Really?” she balked slightly. Ron had only gone down on her once but it had been so uncomfortable in the grass and they were so scared of getting caught that they’d stopped fairly quickly and hadn’t ever tried again. She didn’t know how she felt about the idea with Draco.

“Yeah.” he responded, nodding happily, but Hermione wasn’t paying attention.

There was a large part of her that needed to be comfortable with making herself vulnerable in order to let Draco do what he was suggesting. Of course, being comfortable with vulnerability wasn’t really Hermione’s wheelhouse. Vulnerability had always seemed like a bad thing to her.

But, with Draco down there, with his face between her thighs, vulnerable was exactly where she’d be. Far more so than when they’d had sex. For some reason, this felt more intrusive.

Hermione jumped as Draco moved suddenly to establish himself between her legs.

“What are you doing?!” she demanded, half laughing.

“You took far too long to answer.”

“Answer what?!” she hadn’t even heard him ask a question.

“I asked whether or not you wanted to try it. Then I took your silence as encouragement.” he said with a shrug and hooked his hands behind her knees, lifting her legs up. He lowered his head.

Hermione was given no more opportunity to fight him. She seized the back of his head, her hands tangling in his thin hair as his mouth covered her clit and she felt the hot wetness of his tongue flicking across the almost raw flesh. It soothed the soreness caused by their earlier interaction and sent convulsions all through her thighs. She didn’t know what to make of it. The sensation was both a little repulsive but also the most amazing thing she’d ever felt in her life. It was easy to be vulnerable when Draco was making her feel like this, when he was causing all thought to fly from her mind. It was an odd feeling as Hermione’s head was constantly chattering and now it was silent. All she could focus on was his tongue.

Again, he cultivated no particular skill or expertise in this area, and was just simply exploring his options happily. Understandably, Hermione came to a point where this was no longer acceptable, she was thoroughly sick of being teased. And so, kindly but firmly, she began to direct him.

“Move up just a little… Mmm… Ok. Yep… No, you need to just focus on the area. Stay there… Oh god, whatever you just did with your tongue, keep doing it! … Fuck. That’s perfect. Don’t stop…” this continued for a time and Hermione found Draco to be an attentive student. He followed every direction she gave him perfectly and his enthusiasm did anything but wane as the time passed.

After almost half an hour, Hermione was beginning to feel her own build up. It crept up on her, catching her totally unawares. She’d been so focused on Draco and his tongue that it hadn’t occurred to her that what he was doing was actually beginning to work.

Her whole body went very still and she became very quiet; just like Draco’s, her body felt tight like a bowstring.

Suddenly, he stopped, clearly confused at the abrupt halt of her moaning. “Are you ok? Am I not doing something right?”

Hermione snapped her head up to glare at him and grabbed the back of his head, pushing his face forwards again. “Don’t stop!!!”

He seemed to realize just what was happening then and ate her with a previously unexplored air of ferocity. Suddenly, he was licking things she didn’t even know she had, licking fire up her spine.

Hermione finally let out a loud cry, her back arched.

Goosebumps rose on her flesh like countless exquisite pinpricks. They raced up her arms, an offending army, and rushed across her back, making her shiver from the very base of her spine up to the apex of her skull.

She hung on the blade of a knife, teetering one way and then the other but never quite losing her balance entirely. It was in that pristine moment that she felt as if she was both drawing in all surrounding energy but also exuding it, pushing from herself in one catastrophic wave.

Every muscle was taught and strained. They convulsed, fighting her but also pushing her lovingly over to one side of the knife.

Her knees clamped over Draco’s head.

She felt totally at one with herself, totally Zen, totally connected. She could see everything about her own personality, her own character, in perfect clarity. She was good and evil, strong and weak, selfish and selfless, a whole myriad of juxtapositions. She loved everything around her so serenely, from the stained wooden floor, to Draco, to her dirty clothes basket, to the single long, lonely hair that lay on the pillow beside her head. But strangely, for all these things she had what felt like a fierce hatred too.

It was confusing and overwhelming. Everything she looked at, everything she thought brought from her such intricate rolls of emotions that she hardly knew in which totally black and white space they fell in. It was all sitting, nuzzled and tiny in the grey space between.

Hermione felt all of this in the space of a few seconds before she tumbled out of the peak of her orgasm into a sort of dopy happiness. Her legs unclamped from around Draco’s neck and he crawled up the bed to collapse beside her, wiping his mouth as he went. She noticed that he was hard again and without any real conscious thought, she lifted herself to straddle his hips.

“What are you doing?” he asked, shocked.

She ignored him, her hand moving down between her legs to lift his cock so that she might lower herself onto it. She smiled as it brushed past her opening. It felt so much better now that she was in control and through her post orgasm haze; she wasn’t quite feeling the pain she knew was there as she pushed herself slowly down over Draco’s cock.

Hermione sighed and closed her eyes as her hips instinctively rolled over his.

She didn’t know what it was causing it but this was the best feeling in the world. She knew she wasn’t going to come again but whatever she was doing still felt amazing. It was as if the insides of her body were still all tense and uncomfortable and she was using Draco’s cock to massage them, to relax them.

When she finally did open her eyes it was to see Draco looking even more pleased than she was. His fingertips dug into the flesh of her backside and he wore an expression that was a mixture between agony and ecstasy.

After a little while, Hermione’s post orgasm haze began to wane and her hips stopped rolling with so much enthusiasm. Draco apparently noticed this as, suddenly, he pulled her down to press against his chest and rolled them sideways so that he was on top of her, his cock still inside her. Hermione giggled, enjoying these occasional shows of domination he was prone to.

He looked at her seriously, “If this hurts, tell me to stop ok?”

She nodded, feeling a little fearful of what he was going to do.

It began slowly at first, nothing more than what they’d already done but that did not last long. He began to thrust into her with more and more force until Hermione felt sure that her thighs would be bruised from his hips bones repeatedly slamming into them. It did hurt, a lot, but at no point did she tell him to stop. There were so many lovely things happening to her body aside from the hurt that it felt wrong to focus on that one thing.

Draco lifted himself up so that her legs were no longer wrapped around him and his body was at a right angle to hers. She liked this as it allowed her to look at him, to watch as he lost all control.

Just like last time, she knew it was coming before it happened. Draco’s body tensed, his taught muscles made him look like he was carved from marble and the veins in his neck stood out under his skin. One of his hands rested on her knee, squeezing it tightly as he came, and she knew that, come the following day, she’d have another bruise there too. But she didn’t care, she couldn’t care about any of the pain she was feeling, no when he looked so beautiful. He was like a warrior, like a god when he looked like this. She wanted to worship him.

She would happily spend the rest of her life having sex with Draco if only to see him like that again and again, every day and every night.

He cried out as the wetness spilled onto her thighs again and then slumped forward over her body, propped up with one arm. His other hand lingered over his heart. Hermione pressed her palm to his chest too, to feel what he was feeling. His heart thudded violently under his skin, so intensely that she was almost worried for his health.

Again, he collapsed down next to her but this time, when he grinned at her, she grinned lazily back. They lay for a moment, both panting.

Hermione raised her hand after a while, “Just because we’re awesome.” she said.

Draco laughed and high fived her, “I’m not going to disagree with that.”

A/N Sorry I have to do this... AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! YES!!! FUCKING FINALLY!!! You have NO idea how long I have been waiting for write that chapter! Fucking one hundred and forty two thousand words in! HUZZAH! I'm quite literally hyperventilating lol.

Feels good. Feels very good.

I need a cigarette now.

Kain - Isobel is gorgeous isn't she? I'm like you, I have so much love for her. Initially I thought she'd react to Hermione and Draco quite badly but I couldn't do it. I had to give her a break and put something nice in her life. Though, you have hit on something in what you said. I won't say what but you have hehe.

I hadn't really thought about writing any short stories from anyone else's perspectives. I was thinking of writing a sequel but it's all from Hermione as usual lol. I think I'd find it hard as I'm so a part of Hermione as a character. But maybe that's a good reason to do it.

Yeah, Isobel's still being bullied. You hit on something else in one of your earlier reviews in terms of that lol. Again, not saying what...

Oh and we'll find out what's going on with the rest of the Golden Trio all in good time...

As always, loved your review :D xx

Talented_Mrs_Lupin - Well I think after you've read this chapter you'll understand why I had to stop there! Haha. Sorry for disappointing you regarding Luna and Blaise. I have other plans for them!

deathraven - Hehe I was beginning to worry about where you were! I'm glad you're liking it all. Yes Harry was a right fuckwit lol. Hope you liked this chapter! xx

Aranel - He did indeed get some. Lot's in fact lol. What's the story? I don't care if it's long! xx

Cat - <3 Glad you liked it!!

goddessaisha - I couldn't possibly have them freaking out on each other! It's been too long. I need them to fuck! Haha.

FaeChild - Try searching 'dramione seven times' in google. That has been my favourite fanfic to date. It's just breathtaking. But anyway, I'm glad you're liking it darling. xx

Tori - I have indeed missed you and I think that that's a brilliant idea. I don't think it matters whether your work is good or not, if it makes you happy doing it then do it no matter what anyone says. When you've finished your fic, email me the link ok? I'd love to read and review. My address is pretty.desdemona@hotmail.com xox

anaidra - Hehe I never tire of replying to reviews, I promise. I love you guys!

ariisha - Oh I really hope you said that at work!!! If you did, you must tell me about it!! Lots of love and huggles to you too! xxx

The quote at the beginning of this chapter is from Ani Difranco's song Circle of Light. Her music has served as a huge inspiration for this piece. I own nothing. Thanks Ani!
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