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Silencio	By : AkashaTheKitty Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 40944 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: Not my world, not my characters. I just
mangle them.

Author�s Note: I will put notes at the bottom in this.
(Now, wasn�t this an interesting note?)

WARNING: Draco is not always cute and fuzzy. In fact, I
daresay he was rather cruel to someone at some point in this chapter. He did it
of his own accord and I had nothing to do with it, I swear! Oh,
and there�s also a little smut.

**********

Draco coughed
and rubbed his throat, casting another murderous look in the direction Granger
had run off. This was definitely not how he had planned this thing. Right about
now he was supposed to be sated from a most satisfying tryst, not having a sore
throat from being poked. He had been
supposed to do all the poking, damn it! He lashed out in frustration sending
one of the shelves tumbling down with a loud crash. Perversely, that made him feel a little bit better.

Fucking bitch.

He didn�t know
why he wanted her so badly, but he did. For the last four weeks he had been
able to think about nothing but burying himself inside her again. The first two
weeks he had felt like crap trying to convince himself that he could not have
release because she was a Mudblood, but after a while that reasoning just
seemed empty. He didn�t want to marry her, for crying out loud, he just wanted
to fuck her. Yes, fuck was his new favorite word. It described very well what
he dreamed about doing every night: taking her hard and fast, pounding into
her, watching her face flush and her eyes roll back, hammering until he felt
her walls clenching around him and�

Fucking bitch.

He felt cheated.
Her hands and lips had soothed some of his need earlier. She had felt warm and
wet and they had been so close to actually completing the act. He felt like a
man dying of thirst who had gotten enough water to soothe his craving for a few
minutes, just to have the need returned all the stronger because of the taste.

Potter, it was
always Potter. There was one person he wouldn�t miss if he fell off the face of
the earth. In fact, wasn�t there a rumor about an Anti Gravitation spell? He�d
have to look into that.

Draco stepped
out of the closet, not bothering to clean up the fallen shelves, and started
walking towards the dungeons. No reason standing around like a fool. She wasn�t
going to change her mind. Not tonight, anyway. Eventually, though�

The thing that
had changed his resolve to stay away from Granger once and for all had been
when Pansy had come on to him in the common room one day. He�d thought �Why not? She�s willing� and had brought
her to his room. There he had proceeded to kick everyone out before taking his
pent up lust out on the girl with a kiss that should have burned them both up.

Pansy had not
responded as he had hoped. While she had not pushed him away, she hadn�t been a
quivering lusty morsel either. She had been rather passive and he had noticed a
brief look of fear in her eyes, quickly hidden with a seductive glance taking
its place. It had surprised and annoyed him that she had shown fear in the
bedchamber of all places. He had never given her the least of unsolicited
touches and it angered him that she seemed to think he would start now.

She had then
proceeded to coo for his patience while undressing him. He had let her, even
though patience was a word almost unrecognizable to him at this point.

When they had
been on the bed he had continued to kiss and touch her, but to his immense
dissatisfaction she was nowhere near his level of need and his intensity seemed
to scare her more and more until he finally couldn�t take it anymore and told
her to get out.

She had tried
insisting that she wanted this until he had wrenched her legs apart, forced a
finger into her dry heat and, leaning over her clearly wincing and frightened
visage, had sneered: �Not a drop. You
haven�t even the decency to think of someone you do want to shag. Now GET OUT!�

She had jumped
from his bed, gathered her clothes and sobbing she had run from the room.

Draco supposed
he�d been a bit hard on her. It wasn�t really her fault that he didn�t want her
anymore either. Yet, the next day she had approached him at breakfast with a
wary look and upon seeing that he wasn�t about to treat her any differently
than usual, she had gleefully resumed the old act. Keeping up appearances was
important after all, and being associated with a Malfoy was good, even if he
did humiliate you in the privacy of his bedroom.

The whole thing
had left him violently frustrated and it was then he had started scheming to
get Granger alone again. It had been much harder than he had first thought. For
a week she had eluded him, never being alone for a single second. At first he
had tried taunting her for a response, but that hadn�t helped at all, she�d
only grown more defensive. Then he�d stopped the taunts and started planning
the seduction. The important part was to not allow her to think. The closet had
been the perfect place to execute the plan and he�d almost succeeded too. If it hadn�t been for that Potter!

Draco reached
the stone wall blocking the entrance to his common room and mumbled �Ambition!� allowing him in. He had
plenty of ambition, all right. Inside, he flung himself into a comfortable
armchair near Crabbe and Goyle, who seemed to be struggling with school work,
and continued his musings.

There were other
girls, of course. Yet, somehow it seemed like Slytherin girls were afraid of
Pansy and non-Slytherin girls didn�t find him quite as charming as he would
have thought. In the week that Granger had eluded him he�d gotten the farthest
with the Greengrass girl who smiled and blushed whenever he was around, but
after two days she had suddenly begun to avoid him and shoot fearful glances in
Pansy�s direction.

Draco sighed.
Maybe his love life would get easier if he simply gave Pansy the slip, yet
somehow he doubted it. She was much like him � too used to getting her way. No,
it was probably better to keep her close and have at least a little control
over her actions.

He rubbed his
throat again. Saucy wench, he thought,
having calmed down a great deal. He couldn�t keep from grinning when he
imagined just how much his prize would be worth all his hardships.

�That can�t be
good,� a dry voice commented. Draco looked at the speaker to see it was
Theodore Nott. Nott was a queer sort of fellow and Draco was somewhat surprised
to be addressed by him, yet there was no mistaking who he was talking to.

�What?� he
croaked, before giving a slight cough. Damn wench had really poked his vocal
cord good.

�You come in
here looking like murder and five minutes later you are grinning like a maniac.
No, please don�t tell me what you�re up to. I don�t want to know,� he waved
Draco off before he could reply and then returned to the book he was reading.

Draco couldn�t
help but laugh.

**********

The very next
day Draco was still feeling optimistic about his chances and in a better mood
than his friends had seen him in for a long time. Granger�s usual unwillingness
to even glance at him at breakfast didn�t even detract from it in the least. He
knew she wanted him, her moaning and squirming and slick folds did not lie.
Soon his burning need would be satisfied.

Yet, even in Arithmancy, which her moronic friends didn�t take, she
remained aloof, ignoring him while answering every single question in her usual
annoying way. Draco still wasn�t discouraged, but the lack of attention had
begun to get on his nerves again. Having nothing better to do, schoolwork being
out of the question, he made whispered remarks to his friends every time she
answered a question, gradually making a disturbance as his friends were trying
hard to hide their laughter and failing, while Granger�s face turned a darker
and darker shade of red. She still didn�t deign to look at him, though.
Eventually he had to stop as Professor Vector noticed, berated him, and
deducted points from Slytherin, promising him detention if he continued.

It was when he
was on his way to Charms that it happened.

Something hit
the back of his head, stretched and burst, leaving him with a decidedly sticky
and yucky feeling.

�PEEVES!� he
roared, turning to face the culprit, while he could hear sniggering from around
him, making his face flush a little in embarrassment. He was awarded by getting
another dose, of what appeared to be water balloons filled with some green
slimy substance, straight in the face to everyone�s great mirth, especially one
girl was laughing louder than everyone else.

Spluttering, he
removed the worst goo from his eyes and mouth and then proceeded to hurl
various hexes in Peeves� direction, yet lamentably missing him every time.
Another balloon was thrown, but this time Draco dodged it and judging from a
shriek behind him it found another target.

Draco turned to see
who had been hit, yet forgot to laugh at the fifth year girl with a giant
splotch on her robes when he noticed who was laughing so merrily at him that
she was almost jumping up and down and clapping her hands with delight. A
balloon hit the hem of his robes, but he no longer cared and Peeves got bored
aiming at him and started juggling instead.

Granger.

Her friends were
with her, of course, both wearing big smirks. Granger was flushed and had tears
in her eyes while she pointed at him and tried to say something that came out
more as a heehawing. Draco looked at her and watched her slowly regain her
posture, only to lose it again when Weasley mumbled �always did say he was a
slimy git.�

Draco did
consider trying to shut Granger up with a very suggestive crack about his
effect on her, but he recognized that he was in no position right now and
settled for a scowl. She took one look on his face and laughed even harder.

�Sl�� she sobbed. �Sssssllllllllllllllll�� another
burst of laughter and gasps. She had an interesting shade of purple on her face
now and tears were now openly rolling down her cheeks. �Sssllllllli�Slim�Ssssssli�� she seemed incapable of
finishing the word and actually almost toppled over laughing, before being
steadied by Weasley and Potter, who now seemed to be paying more attention to
her than Peeves� antics.

Peeves made
another attempt at getting the attention back by aiming for the back of Draco�s
head once more, but Draco moved in that instant so the balloon only grazed his
shoulder and hit Granger, leaving half her face and a rather large portion of
her unruly hair covered in the green substance. Even this did nothing to stop
her laughing, she wiped her face with one hand and upon seeing what she�d
scraped off she laughed even harder, making rather desperate gasps for air, and
grabbing a hold of Weasley with the dirty hand, making him wince a little.
Draco even felt his own lips twitch as others, including her own friends, were
now giggling openly at Granger, who couldn�t seem to stop herself.

Draco started
fantasizing about grabbing her laughing frame, hauling her into an empty room
and kissing her until her giggle turned into a moan and she was clawing at him
again. This thought left him in a rather uncomfortable state in itself, of course, but the appeal of the fantasy could not
be denied.

�Out of the way,
shoo,� came the voice of Professor McGonagall. �Really, Miss Granger, I would
have thought you of all people would exercise more restraint. Mr. Malfoy�� she
sighed. �Wait here. PEEVES!� the formidable head of Gryffindor House proceeded
to threaten Peeves, who was now juggling his bombs and making raspberries at
her, delighted that finally someone paid him some heed.

Granger was in
no way discouraged by the arrival of the teacher, she was now giggling and
sobbing into Weasley�s chest, making unintelligible
sounds, while he smiled fondly down at her, trying to avoid the goo while
patting her back and looking mightily pleased with himself.

Suddenly, for
the first time that day Draco felt angry enough to commit murder. He suggested
to nobody in particular that she was under the Tickling Charm, but Professor Flitwick, who had also been attracted by the commotion,
heard that and rushed to assure him that she was simply having a fit of being a
Teenage Girl, which was quite common
for girls her age.

�Now, � really,
Miss Granger �� Professor McGonagall said, having finally intimidated Peeves to
stop, �Let�s have a look at you, Mr. Malfoy.� She flicked her wand at Draco,
nothing happened. Frowning she flicked it again. And again.
Draco kept being as covered in gunk as he had been before. Gingerly she touched
the substance and then sighed. �I should have known. It�s ectoplasm. There�s
nothing to do for it, it won�t remove by magic. I only wonder how he managed to
get such quantities.� She sighed again. �Off you go, then. Bathe and change
your clothes and I will let your teachers know that you will miss this class.
You too, Miss Granger, if you should manage to get a hold of yourself.� Having
effectively dismissed them both, she then proceeded to talk to the other girl
who had been hit, who only needed a change of robes.

Granger�s sobs
and giggles had receded a little but every time she looked up at him they would
return with renewed force. Fortunately, nobody questioned the furious glance he
shot at Granger and Weasley as he brushed past on his way off to the baths. He
made sure to shake his head to spread the wealth a little as he passed them.

Draco hadn�t
gone far when he saw Pansy and a group of her girlfriends. Thinking that
finally she might be of some use he went up to her. The second she saw him her
eyes widened and she glanced quickly around as if to see how many had seen.
Good old shallow Pansy. He forced a smile at her.

�What happened?�
she asked in a horrified voice. �Why are you walking around like that?�

�Peeves,� he
replied. �Be a sweetheart and give me the password for the prefects� bathroom,
so I can get a nice bath, will you?�

Pansy nodded and
whispered the pass in his ear, being very careful not to touch any of the
ectoplasm. He couldn�t really blame her; he was wishing that none of it was
touching him either. �Thanks, love,� he said and walked on.

Before going to
the 5^th floor bathroom Draco had to go four floors down to get clean
robes and by the time he had made it six floors up again he was certain that
the entire school had not only seen his appearance but had bought into Weasley�s feeble �slimy git�
joke. That boy had a death wish.

The second he
pushed the door open to the prefects� bathroom he knew something was off.
Someone was there. His eyes went to the enormous tub where a certain
unmistakable bushy-haired Mudblood was floating covered with foam, her eyes
closed.

This certainly
was an unsuspected treat. He had forgotten that the little spitfire was still a
prefect, but of course she was. Without making a
sound he closed and bolted the door, frowning that she had forgotten to do
this. Was she expecting someone? Perhaps she had known he would come? No,
unfortunately he had to discard that theory; she couldn�t have known that Pansy
still let him use the bathroom sometimes, since he strictly speaking wasn�t
allowed here anymore.

Slowly he walked
towards the pile of robes and towels that she had placed next to the edge. She
didn�t stir. He took the pile and deposited it where she had no chance of
reaching it soon and then tip-toed over to the pile of fresh towels in the
corner to cover up the mermaid picture. It was the mermaid�s indignant screech
that made Granger aware of his presence. She started and then, of all things,
began laughing again when she saw him. Draco raised an eyebrow and then began
pulling off his boots � that shut her up.

�What are you
doing?� she asked alarmed.

�What does it
look like I�m doing? I�m taking a bath.�

�You�re not a prefect. You�re not allowed in here. In fact�� she turned
to the door, frowning.

He grinned at
her. �How clever of me to know one, then.�

Realization
dawned on her face. �Pansy. That irresponsible, inconsiderate, little��

�Now, now,� he
said, having finished with his boots. �That�s not very nice. She just wants a
nice and clean boyfriend, doesn�t she?�

�Well,� Granger
said. �As you can see the tub is in use,� she blushed as if just realizing she
was naked. He had certainly known all along. �So you�ll just have to go bathe
somewhere else. Shoo.�

�You�re not
being very friendly, are you?� he said, loosening his belt, smirking as her
eyes widened. �I mean, you certainly look much cleaner than I am.�

�Oh! In that
case I�ll just�� her voice abruptly cut off as she had
turned to where her clothes had been supposed to be. �What did you do with my
clothes?�

�It made sense
to move it so it wouldn�t get wet,� he said, pointing across the room, not
bothering to hide the grin on his face.

�Well, give it
back!�

He grinned at
her now. �I don�t think so. Why don�t you go and get it?� Images of a wet and
naked Granger emerging from the water were running through his head and were
having a pronounced effect elsewhere. He pulled off his robes, making her
hastily look away.

�You
insufferable, arrogant son of a��

�No need to drag
my mother into this.�

Hermione merely
sneered at him. �Give me my clothes back, then.�

�I told you,� he
said, stripping off his underwear, �You�re welcome to go get them.� He didn�t
fail to notice that she had turned pink and was avoiding looking at him. He
wondered whether her flush was from anger, embarrassment or arousal. He hoped
for the latter.

As he slipped
into the pool, she edged warily away from him. �Relax, Granger,� he said
smoothly. �There�s plenty of room for the both of us.� He lowered his lashes,
making a pretense of washing off, while covertly watching her. He really hoped
she�d make a run for her clothes and he didn�t fail to notice the gentle
rounding of the top of her breasts as she was still warily keeping an eye on
him.

�Why are you
doing this?� she asked in a strangled voice. �Why do you keep�� words seemed to
fail her.

�Because I,
unlike you, am not a hypocrite,� he answered without stopping his washing.
Damn, this stuff was everywhere and it had dried into stubborn cakes in places.
Stupid poltergeist. Yet, if it hadn�t been for Peeves
he wouldn�t have been here� he had to remember to thank him if this went well.

He coughed and
spluttered as she unexpectedly splashed water in his face.

�I am not a hypocrite,� she hissed.

�Of course you
are,� he said with an annoyed glance at her. �You won�t acknowledge what you
want, will you?�

�I know what I want!� she said a little too
loudly while hitting down on the water, splashing it everywhere.

There was a
silence.

�Do you, now?�
he finally asked in a low voice.

She blushed.
�I�I didn�t mean� I don�t want��

�In that case,�
he said with a disappointed sigh. �You are still a hypocrite.� Deciding he had
had enough conversation that wasn�t getting anywhere, he dived to rinse his
hair. While under he opened his eyes for a most delicious view and in a couple
of strokes he was next to her, resurfacing.

Granger shrieked
and then made for the edge. She reached it just as he reached her and before
she could hoist herself up he had her turned and caught between his arms.

�You know what
really bothers me?� he asked but didn�t wait for an answer. �The fact that you
still act as if I�m about to force you even though you want this as much as I
do.� Swiftly he bent to kiss her.

It wasn�t a
gentle kiss, yet their bodies weren�t touching and had she wanted to, she could
easily have slipped away. She didn�t. She stood as if stupefied by his words
and she allowed the kiss. Draco was fighting himself hard not to simply press
her against the side of the bath and give them both what they needed, but he
was not going to force himself on
her, it would defeat the whole reason he wanted her in the first place. He
wanted her to surrender.

After a few
seconds he felt her hands on his arms, caressing him, moving up to his neck. A
low moan escaped her lips and a jolt of pure need shot through him. Did she
even have the slightest inkling what she was doing to him? When she pressed her
body against his he felt positively ready to go off. He broke the kiss and with
an act of extreme willpower stepped away from her.

Granger made a
muffled sound of objection and looked at him with big brown eyes filled with
need. Did she know how transparent she was? �Why did you stop?� she asked in a
throaty voice.

�If you want
me�� he said almost already regretting his resolve. �Come and get me.�

She slowly shook
her head and disappointment seeped through him, mixing with frustration and
anger.

She will rather have us both suffer than admit she
wants me. Why?

�I can�t,� she
said softly. �Not again. I won�t be your slut.�

What?

�What are you talking
about?� he demanded a little angrier than he had meant to.

�You called me a
slut,� she said with averted eyes. �For� you know,
coming and getting you.�

Draco closed his
eyes and cursed himself. Sometimes he could be such an idiot. So could she. �Fuck,
Granger,� he said, ignoring her reproachful look at his language. �Sometimes
you can be really stupid, you know that?�

At this Granger
paled, her eyes widened and she made to get away from him. Again he grabbed a
hold of her, back to front, before she could get out. �I said those things,� he
whispered in her ear. �Because I hated what you could do to me. You were a
virgin, how could you be a slut? It was a lie.� This seemed to mollify her a
little and she relaxed against him.

He felt himself
reacting strongly to the closeness of their bodies and he knew he couldn�t let
go again. He had to have her; she had to want him � whatever it took. He let
his hand caress her neck, feeling her leaning into him and slowly, so as not to
scare her away, he turned her and claimed her for another kiss. She didn�t push
him away.

He grabbed her
closer and deepened the kiss hungrily and still she didn�t push him away.

He backed her
against the edge of the basin and she wrapped her legs around him and ran her
fingers through his hair. Draco moaned against her lips. He felt his senses
fill with the feeling of her skin against his, the warm water surrounding them,
and the heady perfumed smells of the bubbles and foam covering the entire pool.

She broke the
kiss to nibble at his neck and he couldn�t wait any longer, yet when he wanted
to enter her she pulled away from him a little. He growled. �I should do the
getting, remember?� she purred at him before she poised herself at his tip and
lowered herself slowly extracting a low groan from him. When she withdrew, he
made a sound of protest.

�Why,� she
asked, nibbling his ear. �Would I want to get it, though?�

�Because you
want it,� he choked out. She laughed.

Once more she
did the same maddening motion, and he was sure that he would disgrace himself
if she didn�t stop teasing him soon, and he told her as much. She merely
laughed again.

�Why don�t you
go to Pansy, then?� she taunted. �I bet she�d do things your way.�

�I haven�t
wanted her since�� he stopped, but it was too late. She had heard and from the
look on her face she was very pleased with what she had heard. Too pleased.

Growling he took
matters into his own hand and holding her against the side of the basin he
thrust into her, hard and deep. She moaned her approval as he thrust into her
again and again. If it was possible, it felt even better than he remembered.

Much faster than
he had hoped he felt his control slip and his pace quickened. Fuck. He wouldn�t
be able to get her off. He tried desperately to regain control, but it was a
lost cause as the way she moved against him and moaned his name was driving him
rapidly towards the edge that he was trying to pull away from. He sucked the
tender spot on her neck making her arch against him and he felt it coming. In
another few strokes it would be over.

�Fuck, Granger,
I�m coming,� he murmured apologetically against her ear. Immediately he felt
her response as she bit down hard on his shoulder to stifle a scream and she
convulsed around him. The sharp pain made him hiss and then he was coming too.

For several long
moments there was nothing but their heartbeats and the sound of their
breathing.

Slowly Draco
lifted his head to look at her. �Damn, Granger��

�We have class,�
she interrupted, not quite looking at him. �We should hurry. We�ve taken too
long already.�

She was right,
of course, but he didn�t like her reaction. �I�m sure you�ll be forgiven,� he
said. �Maybe if you just explain to them that you needed a good��

�What the Hell
is the matter with you?� she yelled, pushing him forcefully away from her. �Why
in the name of Merlin do you always have to be so crude?�

Draco winced.
Not at her words but because some suds had made his shoulder sting. He looked
down at it to see that she had very nearly taken a bite out of him � the teeth
marks were deep and she had drawn blood. She seemed to have noticed too and her
eyes grew big and contrite.

�I can fix that
for you,� she mumbled. �Hold on.� She pulled herself out of the tub and went
for her wand, seemingly unaware of her naked glistening body. Draco wasn�t
unaware; he was fully capable of enjoying the sight offered him.

�No,� he said
when she had found her wand and making her way back. He got out too and began
drying off, taking care around his tender skin. �Leave it.� He liked the bite
mark, although he wasn�t going to tell her that. The adrenaline when she had
bit down had made his orgasm even more intense and he liked the thought that
there was at least one girl around here that he could drive wild with need.
Even if he did have to stalk her for a month before she allowed him to.

Granger didn�t
argue. She merely dried off as well and got dressed. Draco stood looking at
her, wondering if she was still in denial. When she was done, she looked
thoughtful for a moment before she spoke.

�Here�s the
thing,� she said. �What we�re doing is unhealthy and deceitful and stupid.�

Draco raised an
eyebrow at that. He supposed that was a yes. �Not to mention wrong and
perverse,� he added helpfully.

She nodded and he
stood watching her for a few moments as she gathered her things. She was really
quite pretty. He didn�t know why that thought surprised him � of course she
was. Why else would he want her so badly? It couldn�t just be because of her
rather lusty nature as he was quite sure that if Millicent Bulstrode
started ripping his clothes off and was panting in his ear he wouldn�t be the
least interested.

When she didn�t
say anything further and again seemed to avoid looking at him, he decided to
kiss her. Striding over to her he had turned her and pressed his lips against
hers before she had time to object. This was the first time he had kissed her
without an urgent need raging through his body. It was a kiss holding the
promise that he�d have her again no matter what. He let his hand tangle in her
wet curls and dragged her closer. At first her eyes widened and she briefly
struggled, but then she surrendered to the kiss on a sigh. When satisfied with
her response he broke the kiss.

�So, when will
we do this again?� he calmly asked.

That got her
attention. �We just agreed��

�We never agreed
to stop,� he cut across. �Don�t tell me that that�s what you really want.�

She shook her
head. �I�I need to go to class,� she said. Draco was feeling thoroughly
exasperated when she walked away from him once again. Pausing at the door, she
looked at him and said: �I guess I�ll see you around?� and before he knew what
to make of this, she was gone.

**********

Thanks to Miss
Nibbles. The idea of having him see her take a bath was really good, I�m
glad I thought of it! (actually I had the whole
outline with Peeves before she mentioned it � yes I am dense! At least I can
take credit for thinking of the whole prefect thing)

Thanks to Maz, my boyfriend,
for looking over this from a guy perspective to see if it was believable.

Author�s Note 1: Having the characters stay IC is
really, really, really, REALLY hard, especially as this thing they�re doing is
bound to change them in some ways. I hope I really haven�t mangled them too
badly, though.

Author�s Note 2: The change in language. Well� He�s
violently frustrated. I don�t want to write an essay on the characters�
feelings, but that�s basically the reason for it. YOU try having a hard on for
someone forbidden for a month just to conquer all your own objections and then
have the object of your desire thwart you.

Author�s Note 3: The laughing fit. I was an outsider
bookworm in school too, didn�t keep me from
spending a few pent up emotions like that, so why should Hermione be immune? :P

Author�s Note 4: The secks.
I know it�s over pretty fast, see AN2. ;)

Author�s Note 5: Uhh� If
there�s anything else, leave me a message or send me a mail and I�ll get back
to you. As always I really do appreciate your reviews.
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