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Jealous Proposal	By : CodyMThomas Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 29642 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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A/N: Whoo hoo for updates! And Happy 4th of July to all my USA readers! Be safe while blowing things up!

Chapter 7 warnings: Minor2, slight BDSM themes, AR

Chapter 7: Bonds and Promises

They approached the dungeons with his head of house right beside him, they were 15 minutes late, Severus would NOT be pleased. As he knocked on the classroom door there was a growling 'Enter!" and Harry spared a glare for McGonagall. Severus Snape running on minimal sleep and having someone be late, especially if he'd had something planned for them to do, would probably put the Potion's master in a sour mood for the rest of the day. Harry knew Severus had seen McGonagall beside him since the man was glaring and sneering at him as he growled out: "Potter when I said to show up at half past one I meant half past one, not quarter to two!"

"Severus, it is entirely mine and the headmaster's fault that he's late. Albus wanted to see him and I happened to spot him in the hallway. He did tell me he had detention with you, I didn't think it would make him this late though, I apologize."

"Minerva, he's late enough, we'll talk later." The Potions Master sneered coldly.

The Transfiguration Professor sighed and left with a roll of her eyes. Severus continued to glare at him even after the door had clicked shut and locked behind him. "Take your seat Mr. Potter." Harry waved his wand and set sound muffling charms against the walls and door before sliding into his seat.

"I'm sorry, but it wasn't my idea. What was I supposed to say? 'No thanks, tell Dumbledore we can chat after dinner tonight, I'd much rather go down for my detention with Snape than have the headmaster offer me a lemon drop?' He didn't today, that was creepy. Didn't have the all knowing eye twinkle of doom either. For a second I was worried it was someone under polyjuice."

"What did he want?" Severus asked, still sounding irritated.

"To try and snoop out my lover's name. I didn't tell him. He also asked me something funny. He asked me about the rumors, and then wanted to know if I was sure it was an engagement ring, then looked relieved when I told him it was. I think he's going barmy."

Severus sighed and the glare relaxed a bit, but didn't fully go away. "He went barmy years ago."

"Yeah, but why would he ask if it was an engagement ring after I already told him that I was engaged?"

It was hard to catch, but Severus' shoulders stiffened slightly and that made Harry worry a bit.

"Severus?"

His lover regained perfect control immediately and Harry wanted to sigh, it was so hard to read Severus whenever he closed himself up in his shell like this. The next words surprised him though.

"Because the ring on your hand is not an engagement ring Harry."

"It's not? Wait, so we're NOT getting married?" Something felt tight in Harry's chest at that thought but he tried not to let those old doubts well up.

The potions master looked at him incredulously. "Of course we are getting married! We could get married today if my entire family wouldn't take personal insult at not being invited to the wedding. No matter how much I hate big noisy gatherings, we have to go through the whole expensive, pompous ceremony just to make sure they leave us alone afterwards if nothing else. What had Albus' robes in a twist is because that ring on your hand is a bonding ring Harry."

"Bonding ring? What, is that the gay wizards version of marriage or something?"

"Why would there be different versions- ugh Muggles. No, nothing of the sort. Go ahead, try taking off the ring."

Harry gave his lover a strange look, but took hold of the band and tugged. At first nothing happened, the ring wouldn't even budge, and then as he pulled harder and it moved the slightest fraction up his finger, he was overwhelmed with a desperate soul wrenching feeling of despair and loss. His heart was aching, tears literally sprang into his eyes for no reason and he heard accusing voices in his head calling him betrayer, Bond-breaker, deceiver, unworthy. He gasped and let go, and the pain stopped and the voices went silent.

"What the hell was that?"

"That's what will happen if you try to break the bond you willingly accepted. It would be different if I had betrayed you and you removed it. Those voices would probably say something much different to you then. The only way it will come off painlessly is if I release you from the bond and remove the ring myself. The same holds true for me."

"But I didn't give you a ring." Harry said confusedly.

"That doesn't mean I don't have the pair. I can't wear it yet for obvious reasons, but in the meantime, this will do." Severus held up a familiar silver coin amulet on a rather handsome chain that he had tucked beneath his robes. "Only until we can be together openly of course."

"Alright, but besides the never-take-your-ring-off bit is bonding any different from regular marriage?"

"It's a completely separate entity. Bonding is an ancient practice, and used for any number of things. Marriages, servants, even parents at times. Each bond is different depending on the need and situation, and bonding means just what it sounds like, you are bound into your promise.

Ours would be considered a Love, or Marriage Bond. The rings are the physical representation of the bond and have extremely old magic sealed into them, that magic is used to imprint things I want and expect from you into it and when you accepted my ring you bound yourself into accepting those terms, and promised to uphold them with your entire self. If you try to do something against one of the terms your ring will let you know, and if you intentionally try to break your word... well you have already seen what happens."

Harry felt a little hurt by this, didn't Severus trust him to keep his word without forcing him into doing it? The ring he wore and had loved receiving now felt rather tight and tainted, part of Harry wanted to take it off right then and wash his hands, and there was a dull ache in his chest.

"You- you forced me into a magical bond?"

"No, like most old magic it's not something you can force onto another person, they have to willingly accept the bond, and you did. How is it my fault that you didn't ask what you were agreeing to?"

"But did you have to trick me?"

Severus stared at him steadily and raised an eyebrow. "Trick you? And how did I do that?"

Harry realized that sneaky though the man was, Severus wouldn't intentionally do something to hurt him, and Harry was the one person Severus had never lied to because he could just be himself around Harry, no pretense or explanation needed. So if that wasn't it then why not just tell him- and suddenly Harry wanted to smack himself in the head. Severus knew Harry would have said 'yes' to everything he wanted the whole time, not telling him immediately was probably his little way of getting back at Harry for not pushing Lavender away, and reminding him again that in the Wizarding World he should always ask questions, and never assume anything is what it seems.

"Okay I take it back, you are distinctly NOT sexy when you are jealous. But I get it okay? No taking things at face value or kissing other people even if they started it and took me completely by surprise. I swear I'll hex them into oblivion next time just to preserve the chastity of my lips. So will you please stop being pissy now and tell me what exactly I agreed to?"

"The things that are most important to me. Fidelity, honesty, respect, honor, and your safety so that you don't send me into an earlier grave than the one I've already signed up for."

"Noticed there was no mention of love or affection in there."

The potions Master rolled his eyes in exhasperation. "Demanding your love and affection through a magical bond would hardly be a wise decision, not only could it backfire in several terrible ways that would all most likely lead to disaster and resentment, but anytime we would so much as fight, it would cause you pain or worse for not keeping to the terms. I want my spirited, hot tempered lover, not a mindless love slave, thank you very much."

"So wait, when Voldemort attacks me again the ring's going to zap me?"

"No, the next time you think it's a good idea to try to sneak off to the Department of Mysteries in the middle of the night with all your little friends because you think The Dark Lord is attacking your godfather, the ring will 'zap you' as you put it. I made sure it would only react if you went off seeking trouble, not if trouble came to find you. Otherwise you would never get a moment's rest."

"I said I was sorry! And at least you got away from Umbridge long enough to call Shaklebolt to summon the aurors, otherwise who the heck knows what might have happened."

"Things I try to not think about. Your eternal Devil's Luck aside, you need watching Mr. Potter, and since I have a vested interest in your future, I don't mind using something that allows me to do so at all times. It doesn't just bind you to your promise, it empathically lets me know if you are in danger, if you need me, and though sappy and unnecessary, also when you are thinking of me or want me nearby. And if you ever wish to take it that far it can also tie our lives together with the proper Trueheart Ceremony."

"Trueheart ceremony? What's that do?"

"The couples' lives join, combining their collective lifetimes, in exchange for knowing and accepting their own mortality. For the day someone takes that bond they take the responsibility of the other's death. When one dies, the other dies at the exact same time. In olden times it was considered a mercy for people deeply in love, so that a surviving partner wouldn't have to grieve or be forced into another marriage, and also a way to prove that wives waiting for their husbands who were soldiers or travelers, even if lost, were not truly dead.

I have always been a traditionalist, and admit I am rather fond of the custom, but it has mostly fallen out of fashion nowadays, since they repealed the law stating that a year and a day after losing your spouse you had to be betrothed again, and no more than a year after that you had to be remarried. Bonding rings used to be refered to as 'The Bonds of Love', and Trueheart Ceremonies were the original definition of joining mind, body, and soul. But as I said, it would be up to you if we ever took it that far."

"You- you'd be willing to do that for me?" Harry asked, wondering if Severus knew just how terrified he was of winning this war only to be left all alone at the end of it, or having to watch Severus get killed and then be left on his own with no clue how to possibly move on, and knowing that he probably couldn't.

"Harry, I'm not only over twenty three years older than you, but you seem to be more of fate's favored child than myself. Unless something happens to drastically change that there is very little chance of me outliving you. You would be the one more at risk, especially with the life we lead. While the longevity seems appealing, I doubt that we would be able to reap the benefits of it. You could even think of it like a failsafe, if we are found out they can't very well torture one of us to death to extract information from the other one."

"But what if something went wrong and Voldemort wins? I couldn't bear-"

"If the Dark Lord does somehow win and kills you while I'm somehow left alive from NOT blowing my cover to rush in and defend you, then you'd still be doing me a favor, I would rather be dead than have to pretend to be his devoted follower the rest of my days."

"But you could still fight-"

"To what point and purpose? Life may be precious, but I am not a leader or motivator of men. My loyalties are questionable at best, and to be completely honest, aside from you and a select few others, the whole world could go to hell and I wouldn't care. I am a survivor Harry, not a hero, if he took over the world I would keep up my charade just to save my own skin unless I could find a way to escape and hide, and I am not ashamed to admit it. Besides, I made you a promise and I fully intend to keep it."

Harry smiled at the memory of having woken up the summer after fourth year from nightmares of Cedric and the graveyard, only to find Severus holding him in the Dursley's home. Severus had been on guard duty that day, and when he had been worried at no one having seen th boy since he had arrived three weeks ago, had decided to keep watch from the tree near Harry's bedroom while disillusioned. He'd not only witnessed how Harry had been locked inside like a prisoner, but was also being fed through a cat flap, and only let out twice a day to use the toilet. Severus told him later he had almost murdered every single one of his guards himself.

Only a few hours later the front door had unlocked and slid open, the family found themselves immedietely falling asleep during their evening television after a strange powder drifted over them, and using the keys he'd found on the larger whale's belt once they were all unconscious, Severus had set about freeing the Dursley's prisoner. Harry had been completely asleep and hadn't even known Severus was there, let alone heard him enter the room, but the potion's master had definitely heard and understood Harry's nightmare. For the first time he could ever remember, Harry woke up from something bad while being comforted by an adult. And it was the same adult who only weeks before he had been in this same position with. Harry had clung to that familiarity, and Severus hadn't pulled away.

Minutes later, Severus, (still Snape to him at the time) had asked him only one thing "Is this room where you have been since arriving back?" and Harry, a bit confused on why it mattered, merely nodded. Without another word Snape had gathered the boy's things and flooed the both of them to the Burrow from the Dursley's living room, intentionally leaving as much soot on the immaculate carpet as possible. Harry had seen his potions professor leave a note in his Aunt Petunia's hand before they left, and Harry had never asked what it said. Upon arriving, Snape had simply told Mrs. Weasley that Harry hadn't had dinner yet, and then sent him off to the kitchens with a dose of dreamless sleep draught in his hand. He had found a letter in his pocket the next day before going down to breakfast.

'I have informed the Headmaster that the Dursleys aren't fit to care for goldfish, let alone someone who is supposed to be their beloved kin, and provided him supporting evidence of my claim. In my distemper at the negligence and utter blindness of your other guards, who somehow believe not only in the non-existant utter good of all humanity, but also that anything short of a full death eater attack or an assault by the Dark Lord himself could qualify as harmful to someone, that I may have also alluded something similar to 'The Dark Lord would treat a stray dog better', and knowing how well secrets are kept from prying ears among these people, no doubt everyone has heard by now. So be prepared for an abundance of unneccesary Molly-coddling and worried, fretful glances without anyone saying anything because they are afraid of upsetting your delicate sensabilities while they force feed you 6 meals a day to try and make it up to you.

I don't say or offer this lightly so I expect you to keep this to yourself. I understand what you have been through, and though I will not elaborate on my past, or coddle you for yours, I know that such experiences leave their marks on people. So if you need something besides shallow pity from people who are mostly acting out of a capacity to make themselves feel better for not having realized the truth, you can contact me via owl (not your own for obvious reasons) at my personal quarters at Hogwarts. I trust you know the meaning of the word discretion, and realize that such a correspondence, as well as this letter, does not need to be shared with others, especially your friends or the headmaster.

I once made a promise to your mother to protect you, and perhaps I have not lived up to that promise as well as I should have. So now I will also make a promise to you. You have my word that should you need me, I will be there for you till the very end. Perhaps together we can make sure you survive both the Dark Lord's and the Headmaster's insanity. S.S.'

That letter was when Harry had started falling for the potions master, and though he hadn't recognised the true cause for his attraction, Severus' promise had still struck a deep chord in him. Snape never said things lightly, he didn't mince words and certainly didn't promise something he didn't intend to follow through on. But most of all he was the only adult who wasn't trying to avoid the subject of the Dursleys or pretend that it hadn't happened. He had come straight out and said that what had happened was wrong, that they had all fucked up and that he couldn't make everything perfect, but he was willing to do better and make sure nothing like it ever happened again. Harry started corresponding with his potions master every day that summer, and shortly after term started again was when he finally was able to admit it to himself and told Severus how he felt.

Knowing his lover was no longer mad at him despite the scowl on his face, he got out of his seat and went and curled up in Severus' lap. His Potions Master would never admit it, but Harry thought he just might like holding him as much as Harry loved to be held.

"Still need you. Will you kiss me now?"

It was a small, indulgent smile he caught, but Severus leaned down and kissed him nonetheless. It was gentle, soothing, and reminded Harry of the night before, when he'd lain on his stomach and Severus had trailed these same kisses all over his back. He swore to himself again that he'd never reveal the more tender side of his lover to anyone. This was a side of Severus that was his and his alone, he wasn't going to share it with anybody.

"Did me being so late spoil any plans?"

"No, I merely thought that since both of us are only going to be doing this once, perhaps you'd like to tell me what you would be interested in for a wedding or a bonding ceremony. Favorite colors or a possible religious denomination if you have one and such. Like it or not we have quite the wedding to plan, and if it isn't elaborate enough for my family's expectations they will begin meddling in order to make sure we are doing things properly in their eyes, so the sooner we start planning this monstrosity the better. Besides, I know you have your youth to aide in a fast recovery, however I only got four hours of sleep this morning, and as much as I love to terrorize those who are deserving of it with a bad mood, I am all too willing to take it easy for the rest of the day."

"Mmm sounds marvelous. You know I think there is a bunch of cushions in front of your fireplace that has my name written all over it. But do we have to plan the wedding and bonding separately? Can't we do them at the same time?"

"We could, yes. It isn't necessary to include a bonding ceremony in a wedding, in fact most couples don't, it's usually done later on. But I think we know each other better than that don't we?" Severus asked, slowly standing up and taking Harry by the hand to lead him towards the wall. Harry smiled and nodded.

The secret passage to Severus' personal quarters was hidden behind a large bookcase that slid further into the wall to reveal the tunnel that it was hiding about three feet back on the right hand side. Not even Dumbledore knew it was there, because he had built it after becoming a teacher there, and it was heavily warded against discovery. In fact, the best part was it had a forgetting effect on everyone who wasn't keyed into the wards. If you saw the bookcase move back and especially if you saw the tunnel, it was the trigger for the hex and you would forget you had seen anything as soon as you looked away. Harry wasn't keyed in to them, and not because Severus didn't trust him, but because it amused him too much to see Harry's reaction everytime.

"Wicked! Finally decided to show me the secret passage huh?"

"You've actually been through here several times before."

"No way! I would have remembered."

"Hmm. Well later on remind me to key you into the wards so you can use it."

The door ahead of them opened and they stepped through the illusionary back wall of the smaller, secondary fireplace in the sitting room. Harry turned around, but the tunnel was already gone, and once more it had worked its magic.

"How'd we get to your rooms already?"

"Through the fireplace of course."

"But why do we always take the floo? Aren't you ever going to show me where that hidden tunnel is?"

"I apologise, remind me when you leave to show you where it is." Severus said while silently smirking to himself. He didn't know why something so small and insignificantly petty brought him pleasure, but he wouldn't deny that it did.

"I'll remember. Now, where are those cushions?"

Harry practically made a nest of the pile of big thick cushions on the sheep skin rug in front of the living rooms' much larger fireplace, a favorite and oft used spot of Harry's when he was doing homework, while Severus brought out Harry's simple black leather collar and four meter lead. The engraved silver plate bolted to the collar simply read 'Beloved'.

Severus' had given Harry that collar on his birthday a year ago, and there was nothing from Severus that he had treasured more. "What would you like for your birthday?" "To somehow be visibly marked as yours, but everything I can think of would probably put you in danger or still be another year away, so I won't push. Do you think you could find a way for us to have a real date? Like dinner, walk in the moonlight, hand holding, kiss goodnight kinda thing, or would it be too risky? I just want to feel like any other normal couple for a bit, but not if it puts us in danger." "I hope you realize that you are a romantically sentimental sap." "I can live with that if it gets me a real date with you that ends in a kiss." "I make no promises Harry, but I'll see what I can do."

Harry was at the Burrow for his birthday that year and Hedwig had flown in that morning with a note. 'Happy Birthday Harry. 1330 PT IC NW OTH N2WDSX. N25MX E35MX N135MX, A,T."

Harry knew the whole thing would have been almost complete gibberish to anyone else, but he and Severus had been using an initial, numeric, phonetic code for awhile now. It told him at 1:30 he was to meet the potions master for personal time and escape using the invisibility cloak. Northwest over a hill and into the woods he would find a mark, and use that to follow the rest of the metered directions and marks to an oak tree since Severus's wand was ash and Harry's was holly or 'thorn', leaving only Oak to complete the Kipling code, as well as let him know that it really was Severus sending the note.

Severus had surprised him with a picnic and they had wandered in the seclusion of the woods for hours just talking (Harry had known the moonlit part would have been a stretch even for Severus) and Severus did hold his hand and give him a kiss at the end when he gave Harry his birthday gift. Of course Harry had then pounced the man and practically kissed him senseless once he opened it, but either way, Harry had gotten his end of date kiss.

He knew the man rarely said how he felt, but Severus' actions were so much better than words could ever be. The young man eagerly let Severus put the collar on him and then smiled as Severus clipped the end of the lead onto a hook at the base of the mantle before bending down to kiss him. They spent the day quietly, Severus mostly sitting on the couch that faced the fireplace with Harry resting on the cushioned floor near his hip, well within hair petting range, as they talked and discussed possible things for their wedding and bonding ceremony.

Barely two hours into their plans and Harry leaned over Severus, insistently kissing the man until he took charge and overwhelmed Harry completely with tongue, teeth, and warm, demanding lips. Harry then pulled Severus down onto the cushions with him, longing to feel the mans' weight and strength and presence all around him. As always, Severus seemed to know exactly what Harry needed. He held Harry tightly and tucked his face against his neck. Harry just melted in that strong safe place, all the tension flowing straight out of his body as he breathed in the scent of his lover and once more let his mind wander away to that place where only Severus existed or mattered.

"I love you Severus." He murmured.

"You look like you're falling asleep."

"No I'm not, I'm just...cuddling, and resting my eyes. You kept me up late. It was worth it though."

Severus kissed the top of his head and whispered; "You're safe, you're home. I'm here, Rest."

Harry dropped off to sleep not even five minutes later, and Severus spent the rest of that quiet time lounging on the cushions beside the couch with a cup of tea and Harry curled up against his side while he wrote out the begining plans of the wedding, and added other suggestions, thoughts and inputs as they came to him.

Harry, while connected to two large and powerful pureblood families, didn't really act as an heir or influential member to either one of them. The Potter line in particular ended with Harry Potter himself, and whatever familial friendships, alliances and business aquaintences James Potter or his parents had possessed while alive were not influential enough to carry over to the son. Since Sirius Black still insisted on plaguing this world with his presence, Harry didn't have the responsibilities of the Black family heir either, even though he knew Black had named Harry his successor. Unless of course the mutt ended up getting his name cleared and still found a suitable match that bore him children. Such an action would have caused an uproar among Severus' own family. It was always a bad idea to name an outsider as your heir when you still might have children of your own.

Severus however was not so fortunate. His father may have been a particularly unpleasant muggle, but until then his mother's liniage was nearly as pure as they could get, all while avoiding the inbreeding that seemed to plague the majority of magical Britain. Mostly because his family had prefered to marry foreigners for at least the past six generations instead of their second and third cousins. Severus alone held the last heir title of that particular branch of the Prince family tree, and it wasn't an easy position to be in especially since inheritance wise he was one of the poorest Prince relations still alive, mostly due to his father's constant bouts of drunkeness, nearly endless debts, and gambling.

Severus' family was vast and influential, mostly dwelling on the Continent in Italy, France and Germany instead of Britain, and even though he was considered a nearly disgraced half blood bastard of a witless philandering muggle drunkard, he had been fortunate that most of their vitrol for his birth had landed squarely on his father's head instead of his own. As it was, he had to handle this wedding very carefully in order to stay in their good graces. He had to not only make sure to invite everyone who would be personally insulted if he didn't invite them, such as his Aunt Isabella Fortuna Tino-Prince, but also those who would be insulted not to be invited once they found out who he was marrying, like his Great-Uncle, The Baron Noctus Reginald Prince, all while trying to keep it from leaking out to the press, Dumbledore, or Voldemort's forces that he was going to not only marry, but also enter into two irreversable lifebonds with the infamous Boy-Who-Lived. It was enough to give him a headache.

As much as they both hated Harry's fame, in this one case it could serve them very well to help Harry find a place among the family he was marrying into. Severus' family had made it very clear for years that when he settled down he was to make a match of quality in order to keep them happy with him. He knew their definition of that was a pureblood, even though they had never come right out and said so. However Severus knew his family well, they would be all too happy to overlook Harry's half-blood status in lieu of his public status. Harry might not realize that he was the wizarding world's hottest commodity, but everyone else in the world did. His family wouldn't care one lick about bloodlines once they realized he had single handedly made Harry Potter their newest relative. Harry would be welcomed with open arms, and once he got adjusted to them he'd discover that most of them were quite decent people worth knowing, once you got past their personal clouds of over sixty-seven generations worth of Prince familial pride and self importance. As a comparison The Malfoys only had fourty-one.

He knew Harry had always wanted a family, and as insufferable as a few of them were, Harry would find love and acceptance among them easily enough. Severus knew for a fact that no less than three of his aunts that were all getting on in years and childless, would all but try to adopt Harry as their own son and heir, something he might want to warn him about... unless he wanted to watch Harry's reaction.

He was writing out a tentative guest list and letting his fingers trail through Harry's hair, when the tingling flare of warmth let him know he was being summoned. The familiar cold mask immediately fell into place and he rose silently to change, his wand tip already at his temple to remove incriminating memories that could give away either his true loyalties or the fact he was Harry's lover.

"Potter." He snapped from the bedroom door as he pulled on his cloak and tucked the white mask in his robes, and Harry immediately woke up with a worried look. "Time to go." Harry merely nodded and unclasped the lead and the collar from around his neck. He made to place the collar back in it's box but Severus placed a hand over his. "Keep hold of it. Until I return."

It was a small, wan smile, but Severus would take what he could get. He made to turn and lead them both through the hidden tunnel, when Harry caught hold of his hand. As he turned to look at him, Harry placed his hand over Severus' eyes and kissed him. "Be safe."

Severus nodded, and then ushered them through the false floo and back into the potions classroom. Harry was clutching tightly to the collar that he had put in his pocket, and Severus handed him his detention slip. "Eat dinner and then stay in your common room, I will send word when I return." Harry sat down at his desk as Severus swept from the room. He didn't have the heart to tell Harry that covering his lover's eyes when he kissed him wouldn't prevent a physical memory from being formed, and as he walked down the hall with purposeful intent, he pulled the entire afternoon out of his mind and placed it into a crystal vial that he banished into a safe with his other memories before going to let the headmaster know he was leaving. Memory or not, it was enough to know that Harry cared, yet wouldn't try and stop him from doing what he thought was right. The young man's sense of honor was what always convinced Severus that no matter how difficult, or who might disapprove, he had made the right choice.

A/N: Hey there! There's a second post to this one, enjoy, I love all of you and thank you for your patience.
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