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Muggle Technology and Heroism	By : Tommy-Lane Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6912 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The wind was bitterly cold, biting at Harry's skin in jagged slices as his feet touched back on solid ground - his fingers clad in thick leather gloves clutching tight to the handle of his broom as he propped the thick goggles that rested over his spectacles up onto his forehead.

"Lovely weather." Ron grinned as he hoped off his own broom, shaking out his sopping red hair to land in freezing droplets on Harry's cheek. "Really Harry, you couldn't have picked a better day to go flying."

Harry grinned and shouldered his broom as he started walking off the makeshift field, a swing in his step despite his frozen bones.

"Oi, someone's in a good mood for the shite weather we've just been hurdling through." Rom caught up to him in two quick steps, his long legs moving gracefully through the mucky grass.

"Yeah, guess I am." Harry shrugged. "Last night was fun, wasn't it?"

Ron snorted and kicked at the clump of mud before squishing it under his boot. "Well, you sure seemed to enjoy yourself, though I don't think you realize that as you and Malfoy danced for fucking hours I was forced to talk to Nott. I fucking hate that guy, he gives me the creeps, all those blank stares -"

"Draco say's it's his thinking face." Harry interjected.

"Whatever it is, it's creepy. And then you left, just up and abandoned me!"

"You were with your wife and Seamus and Luna, hardly abandoned Ron." Harry laughed, rubbing a hand at the base of his neck and the tender muscles there from flying for so long in the cold. "Plus we said goodbye first."

"We." The redhead shook his head, giving Harry an exasperated look as he dropped his broom into the boot of Harry's car. "You know Mione told me all about her five step plan but fuck Harry, you sure you two aren't already dating and you just don't know it?"

"I think I'd know if Draco was my boyfriend." Knocking the mud from his boots, Harry slid into the car and twisted the key, the engine purring to life around him.

"Don't be too sure." Ron dropped into the passenger seat as he pulled the gloves from his wet fingers. "What did you end up doing afterwards?"

Harry gripped the steering wheel and smiled at the windshield. "We watched Star Wars." And Draco had loved it - well, he loved it after he had gotten over his exasperation at the presence of robots - just like Harry knew he would.

"So you got drunk, felt each other up on the dance floor, then cuddled up for a movie marathon? And you're sure you're not dating already?"

"We weren't feeling each other up." Harry pointed out but his body started warming up just from the memory of Draco's touch, of the press of his body, the movement of his hips, and the grip of his strong fingers. By the end of the night he had lost count of how many songs they had danced to, his body moving on its own - nothing but feeling. He hadn't wanted it to end and probably would have stayed there in his arms until Armageddon if Draco hadn't eventually pulled back. If he hadn't stared down at Harry with a look in his dark eyes that Harry couldn't read and his arms around his waist before clearing his throat and stating that he needed a drink. Draco had led him through the throng of people with their fingers tangled together and something fiercely possessive and giddy had twisted through his stomach when the blonde hadn't wasted a second glance at a rather devilishly handsome man that tried to pull him into a dance before they could reach their table. "And there was no cuddling." Well...not really anyway, though Draco did end up with his head on Harry's shoulder sometime during the second film - because the other man was tired and a little tispy and Draco was a tad tactile while in such a state.

"Sure there wasn't." Ron snickered.

"Do you really want to be talking about this?" He asked, angling Ron a look before pulling the car onto the gravel road.

Ron shrugged. "What can I say, I'm starved for excitement. What is it that Draco calls my home, a drool fest? Well he's not wrong, not that I don't love it, but you know...I miss adult conversations with people other than my older brother and getting to swear whenever the fuck I damn well want to."

"Is that what you're doing, trying to hit your swearing quota for the week?"

"Damn right."

"By bringing up Mione's plan?" Harry watched Ron shrug from the corner of his eye as he turned onto the next street, a flick of his finger sending the windshield wipers flying across the glass - smearing the rain in great big streaks until Ron swished his wand and the water started balling up and rolling right off.

"Why do you have a normal car again?"

"Because I like it." Harry pointed out, batting Ron's wand aside before the man could cast anything else on his vehicle. "And I already have a flying motorbike so why would I need yet another way to fly through the air?"

"It's not about needs, Harry." Ron abandoned his wand and started fiddling with the dials on the dashboard.

"Stop that, took me a week to sort it all back out after Draco messed about with it."

Ron smirked and sat back with a huff. "Are you comparing me to that nutter?"

"He's not a nutter."

"Yes he is." Ron insisted and jabbed a finger at Harry's face. "Didn't he try to shave you? And last month, the blender incident? Merlin Harry, I don't get how you live with him, worse than my dad."

"I think it’s kinda of cute." Harry mumbled, his wet feet starting to go numb in his boots as he pressed on the brake.

"Course you do, you want in his pants."

"Don't be crude." Harry grumbled but there was a smile prying at his lips and Harry couldn't help but feel more than content in that moment despite his soaked and freezing body. He didn't get to spend as much time alone with Ron these days as he would have liked with the man being a father and working with George at his shop. Sometimes he missed the days they lived together in Grimmauld Place, fighting off the dust that crept unceasingly into every nook and cranny and destroying the stairs in their indoor sledding experiments.

"That wasn't crude, saying you want to fuck his white arse through the mattress is crude."

"Ron!"

"Or that you want to throw him over your shoulder whenever he looks at another bloke and tie him to your bed to -"

"Okay I get it! No need to elaborate."

"Oh, like you haven't thought about doing it." Ron laughed and Harry shot him a grin that he couldn't smother, a violent shudder raking through the redhead at the sight of it. "Ugh, never mind, you're right I don't want to talk or think about this. My mind feels violated now."

"Your own fault." Harry wiped a drop of water that fell from his hair onto his cheek away as he felt the laugh rumble out through his limbs. "I was perfectly content never to mention how much I want to shag him."

"Ugh."

"I think our first time will be a bit rough and fast but then maybe I'll take it slow after, you know really make love to him properly -"

"Stop it Harry! You'll give me nightmares."

" - Lay him down and kiss him all over and -"

"I'm going to jump from this car and then you'll have to explain to the mother of my child why her husband was crushed to death."

Harry burst out laughing as he gripped the wheel harder to keep himself reigned in. "Fine, fine, but you know I haven't properly gotten you back yet for telling me about your wedding night, I think I'm still suffering from post-traumatic stress from it."

"Tell you what, you manage to pull this plan of yours and Hermione's off and you end up actually marrying the mental man then you can get me good and pissed and tell me all about yours. Deal?"

Harry grinned and nodded. "Deal."

****

Upon opening the door to his flat with wet footprints trailing behind them, Harry was greeted to the sight of Draco Malfoy sitting crossed legged on the floor with a screwdriver in one hand, a metal chunk of something with wires sticking out of it in the other, and something that looked like it used to be their stereo lying in pieces on their coffee table.

"What...?" He trailed off as Ron shouldered his way past him and swept into the room, his arms crossing over his chest as he stared down at the table.

"Did it stop working?" Ron asked, his hand pulling on his chin, his head tipped in curiosity, like Draco was working on something extraordinarily fascinating.

Draco set the piece down carefully. "No."

Ron nodded, like that made perfect sense and plopped down on their couch.

"What are you doing then?" Harry demanded, propping his broom against the wall before coming to stand beside Draco and their ruined stereo.

"I wanted to see how it works." Draco explained. "There's a shit tone of wires." He twirled the screwdriver in his hand and glanced up at Harry. "And their all black, why aren't there any red and blue ones?" His forehead was creased as he furrowed his brow, like he was thoroughly confused over the reality that the inside of the device wasn't nearly as interesting as Draco thought it should be. Probably because he had thought it would look more like the inside of a bomb on the films they watched, with exaggerated counters on the top and multicolored wires that had to be snipped just right. Perhaps introducing the man to the world of electronic entertainment had been a horrid decision.

"That's a good question." Ron nodded as Harry sighed exasperatedly.

"Can you put it back together?" Harry asked, though even as the words left his lips, he already knew it was hopeless - they would have to go shopping for a new one tomorrow.

Draco looked thoughtful for a moment as he glanced down at the pieces of the stereo before looking back up at Harry. "Doubtful, care to give it a shot with me though?" He asked, holding out a larger Phillips head screwdriver to him.

Harry sighed as he took it and plopped down onto the floor next to him. "Are there instructions at least?"

"No."

"Course not." Harry grumbled, eyeing the pile of screws in front of them. "Why do you insist on dismantling all our electronics?"

Draco shrugged as he poked at one of the poor black wires. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Sound argument." Ron agreed somberly and Harry shot him a glare. "Ever take the telly apart Malfoy? My dad did that once, pretty interesting."

Draco looked curiously behind him at the telly against the far wall, the screwdriver twirling absentmindedly between his fingers again, and Harry narrowed his eyes dangerously at his so called best mate. He really needed to find a better hiding spot for his tool box. "No, Draco don't touch the telly, I mean it."

"Oh? You mean it, do you?" Draco quirked an eyebrow and Harry's stomach sank as he realized his mistake seconds too late.

"You take it apart and you can't watch the last Star Wars film." Harry pointed out and prayed his logic would work as he saw the idea flit across Draco's face, warring against his ever growing desire to take apart everything they owned at least twice.

"Wait, you only watched two last night? How could you stop there?" Ron demanded, sitting forward a little on the couch as Harry remembered fondly the night he and Hermione had introduced Ron to the films and how he had squealed like a girl at the end of Empire Strikes Back.

"Someone fell asleep." Draco accused, poking Harry in the side with his screwdriver. "Han has been frozen and shipped off to that nasty thing but no! No you couldn't possibly stay up just a little longer to make sure he's safe."

"He's s-"

"No! Don't you dare spoil it Potter or I will gut you!" Draco threatened with a murderous look pulling across his features.

Harry snapped his lips shut as his mind very unhelpfully replayed Draco's reactions to the films last night. How he had fallen immediately for Han Solo, how he jumped whenever they came close to death, how he blinked and glared at the ships darting through the darkness of space, how he had grumbled about how utterly unrealistic it was because "space is silent, everyone bloody well knows that" but then grinned like a loon when Han got his ship to jump into Light Speed. How his grip on Harry's arm had tightened and his breath had gotten loudly stuck in his throat as the renegade spaceman was lowered to his doom. A smile was threatening his face as Draco glared at him and Harry knew how dangerous it was to smile at the blonde when he was being snippy.

"I'm ashamed of you right now Harry." Ron shook his head sadly.

"Now see what you've done? Wealsey and I are agreeing." Draco grumbled, crossing his arms petulantly over his chest.

"And it's a very unpleasant experience for us both." Ron added as Draco nodded in agreement.

"Wait." Harry furrowed his brow as he glanced between the two men. "How is everything my fault all of a sudden? Draco's the one who ruined our stereo, we can't even watch anything without it, unless you want to try and lip read."

Draco opened and shut his mouth, glaring down at the pieces before turning it on Harry. "Best get to fixing it then Potter, I want to watch it when you're finished." And with that Draco was sliding the screwdriver behind Harry's ear and rising from his spot on the floor - revealing the fact that the man was dressed in his black pajama bottoms and a silky button up, like he had started getting ready for the day before abandoning the endeavor to dismantle their sound system. "I need a coffee break."

"Now that sounds brilliant." Ron grinned and followed Draco from the living room and into the kitchen where Harry could barely make out their voices as they moved about the space.

He blinked after them, glancing at the dismembered thing and the screwdriver in his hand as he wondered how the fuck he had ended up with the duty of trying to fix it while they chatted in the kitchen.

****

Craig didn't take Harry dancing, for which he was eternally grateful, and it only took him all of five minutes to realize that the man had never even planned to in the first place. Instead Formally From Archives Craig took him to dinner at a cozy little Ethiopian place where they sat on soft cushions on the floor and had to eat with their fingers - which was much harder than it sounds, especially since most the food was prepared into some sort of paste type consistency and fucking hot. But it was delicious and spicy and Harry loved the sour, spongy bread you had to pretend was your spoon.

Craig was nice. He smiled a lot, at everything really. He was a little shorter than Harry, with dark hair and muddy eyes and a scar that circled around his wrist and up the back of his hand from some sort of potions accident when he was younger. He cracked nearly as many jokes as Seamus in a single hour but also genuinely seemed interested in getting to know Harry, asking question after question as if he hadn't ever heard the name Harry Potter before despite the fact that he'd moved to England years ago. After dinner was through he had taken him on a walk through a barren garden that was somehow beautiful in its late winter decay.

All in all it was a pleasant evening and one Harry could say that he thoroughly enjoyed. He liked Craig, liked his carefree cadence and the way he spoke about everything in his life with a certain sort of joy that didn't seem fabricated, and he could easily see them becoming fast friends - but that was the key word: friends. He wondered as Craig walked him back to his car at the end of the evening if he was being unfair, if he was killing a chance to be truly happy just because the man before him wasn't blonde and snarky and he didn't have any known tendency to go mental around muggle technology and James Bond flicks.

Because plan or no plan, Harry knew his chances with Draco were terribly slim, and the thought that he might be throwing away something that could potentially be good nagged at him. He also couldn't stop thinking about Hermione and how she had picked Craig out for him, a gentle man, a handsome man, a funny man. She had put lots of thought into it, that much was obvious, almost as if she was very carefully sliding a second option in his path - just in case.

Because she wanted him to be happy and Craig had that potential.

So when Craig leaned in to hug him, Harry didn't pull back. When the man tipped his chin and pressed his lips against Harry's in a light kiss, he let him. He closed his eyes and tried to feel, he tried to image himself anticipating Craig's owls and planning dates and letting the kiss turn deeper, longer, harder. He tried to enjoy it. But despite the soft, dry lips and the pleasant scent of his cologne, it felt all wrong and he kept thinking about how he had spent forty minutes trying to fix the ruined stereo earlier that day before he had slammed down the screwdriver and declared it beyond repair. He kept replaying how Draco just shrugged and with a flick of his wand rearranged the couch so it was positioned atrociously close to the telly - how he had jabbed at the remote until the volume turned up loud enough on the old built in speakers. How he had pulled Harry down beside him and ordered him to put on the last Star Wars film.

He had squeezed his eyes shut and tried to stop thinking about how Draco had snickered triumphantly when Leia unfroze Han and how the man sat so close to him that Harry didn't even need to try and discreetly enact step one touching. Because Draco was already leaning against his side, snorting in his ear when something amused him and gasping quietly when nervous. His mind was spinning as Craig's lips parted just slightly and before he could think it through he was pulling back too soon for the kiss to end naturally, leaving him to blush and stammer out some lame sentence that didn't even penetrate his brain. Because all he could think about was the moment when he had paused the film and pointed at the screen with the remote control.

"See this? This is most men's ultimate fantasy." He had said, the telly frozen on a screen shot of Leia in a gold swirled bikini, spinning a massive gun.

To which Draco just snorted, grabbed the remote, ran the movie back a few frames before pausing it on a still of Han springing free of his restraints. "No, this is the fantasy." Then he had looked over at Harry and smiled softly, tapping the remote control rhythmically against his knee. "Heroism Harry, is fucking sexy as hell." Draco didn't turn back to the movie right away, his gaze lingering on Harry's face for a moment that felt like a small eternity - Harry's heart still in his chest and his tongue wanting to lamely point out that many a witch and wizard had called him a hero throughout his lifetime.

When the movie had ended, with Draco grinning his rare wide lipped grin and declaring that he knew all along that Darth Vader wasn't pure evil, Harry had reluctantly pried himself away to get ready for his date. He hadn't expected Draco to still be sitting cross legged on the couch when he was finally ready, nor did he think he heard him right when the man finally spoke as he was shrugging on his jacket.

"Have fun." Draco had said, his voice sharper than Harry was used to being directed at him, his back stiff against the arm rest. "Just don't dance too close, you don't want him to think you’re a slag." Then he had stood up in one fluid move and disappeared down the hall as Harry stared at the spot he had just vacated while he tried to decide if Draco had sounded off because he was...Merlin help him, jealous?

It was that thought, that Draco could possibly be jealous over Harry going on a date, that made him smile a little after his lips parted from Craig's. It was horrible really, thinking about another man while on a date with such a nice bloke, the guilty feeling only intensifying when the dark haired man grinned and said something about them doing this again sometime soon. Harry nodded, muttering a, "Yeah, okay," simply because he couldn't think of anything else to say.

Craig was still grinning as he kissed Harry's cheek before waving goodbye, leaving him standing alone against the side of his car as he watched his blind date all but skip away.

****

Harry was nearly asleep, his eyelids heavy and his thoughts finally winding down enough to release them from their constant spinning, when his bedroom door inched open - the soft light of a dimmed Lumos flooding the threshold and spilling reluctantly inside. He blinked at the bouncing light, his pupils blowing wide as they tried to see in the dark and without the aid of his spectacles, but a moment later it was gone anyway with a soft whoosh. He could hear feet padding gently across his floor and then his bed dipped and Harry closed his eyes and sucked in a quiet breath - wondering idly if perhaps he had fallen asleep some time ago and now he was reliving one his more frequent erotic dreams.

"Draco?" He whispered, a wash of cold air hitting his limbs as the blankets were lifted and rearranged around a second body. "What are you doing?"

"Sleeping." Draco muttered as Harry's eyes adjusted once more to the darkness with the gentle silver light of the moon out his window, casting the other man's face in deep shadows and sharp angles and revealing the fact that Harry was indeed awake - which meant that there would be no kissing and frantic shedding of clothes and long repressed confessions.

"You do know this isn't your bed right?" Harry asked, trying to listen for a slur in the other man's words that would indicate that he was completely wasted. Wouldn't be the first time the man had stumbled into the wrong bed...though Harry had a theory about that. About Draco and too much alcohol on nights where he hadn't brought anyone home. A theory he didn't like to think on too much because it tended to make his heart ache and his hand reach out and sooth down the blonde’s arm as he twitched and mumbled brokenly in his sleep.

He knew what nightmares looked like after all.

"Mhmm, Ethan's here, he wanted to talk." His eyelids fluttered as he wiggled into a comfortable potion of laying on his side and facing Harry.

"What about?" Harry asked, his arm hooking up under his pillow as he turned on his side so he was facing the other man straight on, his eyes tracking Draco's gentle shrug that got muffled in the blanket - curious as to why the man had sought him out if he already had a bedfellow to weather the night with and trying to remember if they were nearing a full moon. It hadn't taken him too long to draw the relation between Draco's bouts in his bed and the full silver orb hanging in the dark sky - though he was pretty certain that they had at least another week until it swelled full. "Does he..." licking his lips, Harry gathered his courage and pressed forward with the one question he had been wanting to ask since the night the man had shown up at the pub. "Does he was want to get back together?"

"Yes." The single syllable left Draco's lips with a soft hiss, like the word was reluctant to be revealed.

"Do you?" Harry pressed, his body shifting forward half an inch, seeking out not only Draco's warmth but the cadence of his voice, his ears straining to hear the drop and lift in his words.

Draco gazed back at him quietly for a moment that stretched and stretched and engulfed Harry in a flutter of nerves. "I don't know." He sounded uncertain and uneasy, his eyes blinking in that closed off way that told Harry not to push it.

"Okay." Fiddling with the edge of his pillow case, Harry bit his lip and glanced into the darkness at the door beyond them with Ethan just a few paces down the hall apparently. "So...so why are you in here again?"

"Ethan fell asleep on my bed." Draco grumbled as he turned his face into the pillow.

Harry smothered the grin that wanted to distort his face over the fact that Draco apparently had no desire to share a bed with his past and possibly future lover. Instead he kicked at Draco's shin and wiggled a little closer in the very same second. "So go sleep on the couch."

"Can't. It's too cold and I'm too pissed to cast a decent heating charm."

"Then adjust the thermostat."

Draco popped an eye open, looking over at him incredulously with his face half buried in the pillow. "You want me to fiddle with that boxy thing?"

"Er, no."

"Didn't think so." Draco muttered, kicking back at Harry's leg with vindication. Silence stretched between them as Draco shifted once more, burring himself deeper into the blankets and Harry tried not to stare at him, telling himself that the man was probably going to pass out now and the night would pass without further event or incident - other than the fact that he'd be sleeping all night close to a warm body that happened to belong to the man he desperately wanted.

So much for sleeping then.

"So how was your date?" Draco's voice was quiet and muffled and Harry blinked stupidly at him until the other man opened his eyes and looked at him expectantly.

"It was nice." Harry heard himself whisper back. "We had Ethiopian food."

"And did you manage not to step on his toes all night?"

"Er...I...we went on a walk instead." Harry didn't know why he felt slightly guilty all of a sudden - he hadn't been the one who had tricked them both into thinking he was going to have to suffer the dance floor all night.

"A walk? In this weather?"

"It was actually quite pretty, we walked through a garden." Harry smiled softly at Draco's sleepy scowl that didn't punctuate his features like they typically did.

"There are no gardens in winter Harry, only dead branches and frost bitten leaves." Draco rebutted as he tugged the blanket that had fallen a little back up his naked shoulder - the skin white in the moonlight, kissed silver by their luminous rays. "Did he make a move?"

"What?" Harry blinked.

"You got home late, you couldn't have been walking all this time."

Harry licked his lips and felt his cheeks pink at the implication. "Are you asking if I slept with him?"

Draco shrugged. "Did you?"

"God no, I just met him. I just...drove around for a bit afterwards." Harry watched as his gray eyes slipped closed and he turned into his pillow, the stiff line of his shoulders slumping, the change in his muscles so minuscule he could have imaged it...but then, maybe he hadn't? "He kissed me though." The words left his lips before he could think it through all the way, his chest constricting as his brain kicked into overdrive with thoughts whirling around his head - that one dangerous thought igniting once more, was Draco jealous? God he hoped...that had been Hermione's reasoning for this step hadn't it? To make Draco think about the possibility of losing Harry, to make the other man confront that possibility. "And he asked me out again."

"What did you say?" Draco was looking at him again, the damn blanket sneaking back down as Harry told his eyes not to trace the curve of his exposed throat and shoulder.

"Yes."

The blonde was quiet for a moment, his arm hooking up under his pillow in a mirror image of how Harry was lying, and despite the fact that the bed was quite big they had ended up so close Harry could feel the warmth of his breath. "Do yourself a favor and don't fuck him after."

"Interesting advice coming from you."

Draco shrugged again, not at all pulsed that Harry had just pointed out his slutty habits. "It's different, you can't separate yourself from emotions, you couldn't fuck just for the sake of it."

"And you can?" Harry asked, already intimately knowing the answer. Draco could be as cool as glass if he wanted, his shears snipping anything and anyone away the moment he was through.

"Yes. I prefer it." His eyes traced Harry's face in a heavy way, almost like a caress, a whisper soft touch that made him shiver. "That way it's always new, always intense, it never grows stale or predictable. Each man kisses different, touches different, fucks different. I like mapping them out, I like the high, and then moving on."

"But what if you find a man you don't want to stop kissing?" The lengthy pause that followed had Harry wondering if perhaps Draco had fallen asleep, that the drinks he'd had that night had finally caught up with him and tugged him into their warm embrace - leaving the questions unanswered and hanging between them. Again. Just like that night in the bar a few weeks ago. Because this was not a conversation they would ever have in the light of day, these were things they didn't say, didn't speak about, just like Draco didn't talk about his full moon nightmares and Harry pretended he didn't know about them.

"Then I never start." Draco answered softly, startling Harry from his drifting thoughts, his mind and body snapping wide awake as he blinked and watched the other man turn over - facing away from him and dropping back off into complete silence.

Harry stared at his back for a moment, pale with a sharply bony spine, as he replayed Draco's answer. He opened his mouth and shut it, lifted his hand and dropped it back to the bed, because...fuck. He was torn with what to do because part of him thought that maybe he was talking about Ethan and another part thought that maybe...just maybe...he was talking about someone else...

Glancing over his shoulder, Harry gazed out his bedroom window, at the moon hung bright in the sky - but not as bright as it could be, not like on nights when it was full. Which meant no fear of nightmares had driven Draco to his bed and maybe the fact that Ethan was taking up the man's bed hadn't either.

A/N: Ugh so, so sorry this update took so long! Life got away from me and then I went out of town for a bit. Sorry to have made you guys wait, forgive me? Hopefully this chapter will help make up for it :)

Thank you so much for all the reviews! I love getting them :) Oddly enough their all coming in as ANON, so I don't know if everyone is not sighing in or if its just a strange glitch...but it makes it rather hard to respond individually...
BUT to the person wondering what Draco's POV is all I can say is we'll be getting to the root of his behavor in a few chapters :) Hope you all continue to read and enjoy!
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