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A/N: I've wanted to do something like this for ages: this is the story of what life was like for the Weasley family for the first year (ish) after the war, but specifically Bill and Fleur, with their first baby on its way. This will have nine parts (one for each month of Fleur's pregnancy) but this first chapter takes place before she is actually pregnant (for reasons that will become clear later)!
For Black Rose Blue's Nine Months Challenge on HPFC.
Percy Weasley was not known for his spontaneity, and so when he turned up in Bill Weasley's office six weeks after the end of the second wizarding war to announce the fact he was getting married that afternoon, his brother's first instinct was to check that this was not some doppelganger impersonating him.
"No, really, I am getting married this afternoon," Percy said rather earnestly. "And I need you to come with me and help persuade Mum."
"Help persuade...Perce, I need you to start again from the beginning," replied Bill, pouring himself a rather large mug of coffee. It looked like it was going to be that sort of an afternoon.
"Right, well, you remember Audrey, don't you?" began Percy.
Bill pretended to think for a moment. "Hmm, Audrey...brunette, about yea high?" he asked. "Of course I remember your bloody fiancée you fool! But I thought you only just got engaged – why would you want to rush into a marriage?"
"We got engaged last September, so it's been nearly a year," said Percy. "But I wanted to wait until the war was over and I'd...returned before we got married."
"Right, yes," Bill said quickly, nearly skirting around any potential awkwardness. "And now both of those things have happened and you're going to get married – which is lovely, don't get me wrong, but why today? Or did you send out invitations a while back but get Errol to deliver mine?"
"No, I...no. Audrey sent her parents abroad to Canada when she heard about Voldemort's rise to power. She's muggleborn, and she's got a little sister who's a muggle, so she modified their memories and sent them away – almost exactly like Hermione did, you know?" Percy said.
"I know, but what—"
"I'm getting there," said his brother. "Obviously, the war is over now so it's safe for them to come back, and so Audrey wants to go and fetch them. But loads of people had a similar idea – you know, sending loved ones abroad and modifying their memories in case they died – and now they all want to go and fetch them. Plus, there's witches and wizards who fled the country trying to get back in, and on top of that there's a load of Voldemort's supporters trying to run away in the general confusion. You know Rabastan Lestrange actually managed to get as far as Croatia last week?"
"I had heard," Bill replied. "It was in the Prophet. They got him back, though, didn't they?"
"They did, but the Ministry are terrified of something like that happening again in the general confusion of everyone coming and going. The entire Portkey office is in absolute disarray; it's a nightmare," Percy said. "Anyway, Audrey submitted an application to get a Portkey to Canada to fetch her parents, but because of the strict new guidelines about who can travel, she's not allowed to go with anyone who's not related to her by either blood or marriage, and she wants me to go with her – she doesn't know what she's going to find when she get over there, and...well, I want to support her."
"Right, and so when's this Portkey she's got leaving?" asked Bill.
"Thursday," Percy said. "As in, the day after tomorrow."
"And you want to go with her and you have to be married to do this?" his brother asked.
Percy nodded. "I've registered at the Ministry for a wedding ceremony – they can do it at five o'clock tonight," he explained. "And I'm going to be there, marrying Audrey, whatever else happens today. But I do want everyone to be there, and I know Mum is going to take some real persuading, which I really don't have time to do today."
"So you want me to help persuade Mum?" asked Bill.
"Well, you and Fleur, if she's willing," said Percy. "I know Mum had a lot of...trouble accepting your marriage, so I was hoping that you could—"
"Tell her not to worry, it can't possibly be as awful as our union?" Bill asked drily.
"Yes!" Percy exclaimed. "I mean, no," he added, blushing. "Just...maybe show her that things she thinks are terrible ideas—particularly marriages she thinks are terrible ideas—aren't necessarily so?"
"I do think," Bill said, shaking his head at his younger brother in amusement, "that it is utterly ridiculous that the one spontaneous decision you ever make in your life is to get married."
"Does that mean you'll help?" Percy asked eagerly.
"I'll go and find Fleur, and see if she's willing," replied Bill. "Why don't you go and fetch Audrey, and we'll meet you at The Burrow in—"
"Oh, there's no need!" Percy said, throwing open the door to Bill's office enthusiastically. "She's right here!" A rather sheepish looking Audrey waved over at him.
"...Of course she is," Bill said.
In some ways, thought Fleur, it was rather gratifying to know that Mrs. Weasley the Original objected to all potential spouses of her sons, and not just her (though she did wonder how many objections Molly would raise should Ron and Hermione stand up and announce their impending nuptials). She had to stifle a smile as she sat around the kitchen table in The Burrow with her husband, parents-in-law, George, Ginny and Harry and watched Percy and Audrey patiently squash all of Molly's arguments as to why they shouldn't get married that afternoon.
"But we haven't time to prepare anything!" Molly said, wringing her hands.
"Look, Mother," Percy said gently. "Audrey and I don't want a big fuss made. A quiet little ceremony with just the family is all we want, and we'd only end up doing just that should we postpone the whole thing."
"But what about your parents?" cried Molly, turning to Audrey.
"Isn't that sort of the point?" Bill asked. "They're getting married so they can go and fetch her parents' together..."
"Can't you get around that rule somehow?" Harry asked, curiously. "I mean, I'm not saying you shouldn't get married whenever you want to," he added hurriedly, "just that you work in that Department at the Ministry...surely you can just get the rule ignored? Call in a favour somewhere? I mean, I'm sure I could - this Chosen One malarkey has got to be useful for something."
"I can't do that!" Percy replied, sounding horrified. "There can't be one rule for me and another for everyone else...it's just not right!"
"And there's the Percy we know and love," George muttered, the corners of his mouth twitching into the closest approximation of a smile he could manage these days.
"But dear," Molly said, ignoring the others and speaking only to Audrey, "Won't your family want to be at the wedding? I wouldn't dream of doing anything without hearing their opinions first..."
"My family are all Muggle, so even if we waited a while to have a ceremony, we'd still have to have two," the pretty brunette said patiently. "Only my parents and sister know about my magic, so there'd have to be a Muggle wedding for my grandparents and cousins and so forth. Besides, I've never wanted a big fuss – just the legalities sorted at the Ministry, then a little party afterwards...Percy tells me you're an excellent baker, so we were hoping you'd get a chance to make us a cake this afternoon, for the reception?"
This girl was good, Fleur thought. A mere year older than her, she was handling Molly's protestations much better than she had done – it appeared that sweetness and flattery worked much better than brashness, haughtiness and simply ignoring her mother-in-law's comments did.
"Oh, well," Molly said, preening slightly. "I'm sure I could rustle something up..." There was a pause, during which Fleur tried not to smile as she saw Percy watch his mother with bated breath. "But are you sure you won't look back on this in the future and wish you'd had a bigger wedding, more of a celebration?"
"No, Mrs. Weasley, I really won't—" Audrey began, but her soon-to-be husband cut her off.
"We couldn't have a big party, not so soon after Fred..." He trailed off.
"That's not what he would have wanted," George said, and Fleur was aware of the eyes of every Weasley in the room travelling towards the second youngest son. "Not no fuss at all," he continued. "Fred would have wanted fireworks. And lots of 'em." No one quite knew what to say to this. "So I'd better go and see what I can rustle up, hadn't I?"
"Oh, George!" cried Mrs. Weasley, throwing her arms around him. Percy mouthed a thank you to him over their mother's shoulder, and George quirked an eyebrow. Fleur had been around the Weasleys long enough to know that this translated to 'you owe me', but had also been around them long enough to know that no one ever kept score in this family.
She wondered vaguely if anyone (apart from Bill) could tell her quirks yet. She rather thought not.
That afternoon was the busiest the Weasleys had been since the war's end.
The missing family members and Hermione were located and informed of the evening's developments; Bill and Charlie took Percy off to 'prepare' him for the wedding (Fleur threatened her husband with castration should he get his younger brother drunk before his wedding) and Harry, Ron, George and Arthur set up the garden under the direction (and supervision) of Hermione. Despite what Percy and Audrey had said about not wanting 'a big fuss', the garden was transformed into a sea of flowers and a long table was set out for the cake Molly was preparing, which was also decorated with flowers and bows. George's fireworks were positioned ready for the grand display, and Mrs Weasley and Ginny were busy in the kitchen.
Fleur had offered to help Audrey charm a pair of dress robes white, an offer the bride had gladly accepted, and the two witches headed upstairs to Ginny's room. "I don't think Percy's mother likes me," Audrey confessed, after half an hour of inane chatter about the weather and flower arrangements. She sounded almost guilty as she said it, and Fleur felt a rush of empathy for the other woman.
"On zhe contrary, I theenk she likes you rather a lot," she said. "She 'as accepted your marriage in about 'alf an 'our – eet took 'er a year to accept zhat Bill and I were to be married."
"What changed her mind? Or was it a gradual thing?" asked Audrey, curious.
"Bill got attacked by a werewolf," Fleur replied.
"Ah," said Audrey.
"Indeed," Fleur nodded.
"Well, I hope it doesn't take something like that for—" began Audrey, but Fleur shushed her. "She's coming!" she mouthed, and began talking loudly about the most fashionable colours for bridesmaids' dresses.
"Audrey, dear," Molly said a moment later, entering the bedroom, "I hope you don't mind, but I've taken the liberty of picking you a bunch of flowers from the garden for your bouquet—and I don't want any arguing, you're having a bouquet! And you know, it's Midsummer's Eve, which means they will be extra-potent – flowers picked at Midsummer are meant to bring you good luck and a happy marriage, if they're used in your bouquet. I had some in my own bridal bouquet – I picked them on Midsummer's Eve with Arthur, then we were married three days later... I can only hope that you and Percy will have as long and loving a marriage as we have!"
Audrey broke into a broad smile. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Weasley!" she said. "I...I would be honoured to have this as my bouquet."
"Oh, call me Molly, dear, or Mum," said the older witch, pulling the younger into a hug. "And if there's anything we can do – anything at all! – to help you find your parents, you don't hesitate to ask, you hear?"
"Thank you, Mrs—Molly," Audrey repeated, returning the hug.
"Now, do you have everything ready?" Molly asked, surveying the room. "It's four o'clock – we have to be there in an hour!"
"I think we have everything under control, don't we?" asked Audrey, turning to Fleur, who nodded her agreement.
"Do you have your old, new, borrowed and blue?" asked Ginny, who had just stepped into the room.
"Well, Percy did give me these this morning, when we agreed to get married," Audrey said, pointing to the pearls adorning her ears. "They were meant to be for my birthday, but he got a bit...over-excited when we agreed to get married..." She blushed slightly.
"Your old thing can be zhe dress robes," Fleur said. "And zhey were blue before we charmed zhem – does zhat count?"
"No, have this," Ginny said, passing Audrey a blue handkerchief. "It's clean, I promise – and it can be your borrowed and your blue!"
"Thanks, Ginny," smiled Audrey. Fleur felt—though quickly supressed—a twinge of jealousy – like her mother, Ginny did not seem to have the sort of problems accepting Audrey that she had accepting Fleur. But then, this was probably just because Percy had been estranged for so long that they were just glad to have him back, regardless of who he brought with him.
Wasn't it?
"Oh, I do love weddings!" her mother-in-law said, undermining her statement somewhat by bursting into tears. Audrey looked alarmed, but Ginny took over, grinning and shaking her head slightly at her two sisters-in-law.
"C'mon, Mum, let's go and get ready," she said, gently steering her mother out of the bedroom. Fleur waited until they were gone before turning back to Audrey.
"Zhat," she said, nodding her head towards the door, "was very eempressive. She likes you."
Audrey gave a small smile. "Oh, I don't—"
"Trust me, she 'as accepted zhe idea of your marriage," she said. "I should know – eet took me a year to get 'er to like me..."
"Oh, well, that's...erm...good?" Audrey said, clearly flustered.
Fleur nodded. "Of course, zhe minute zhat you are married, she will start dropping rather large 'ints about wanting grandchildren." Audrey raised an eyebrow. "Oh, yes. She 'as been on at me for months, never mind zhe war going on. And, you know zhat Ginny and 'Arry are together now? Well, I overheard 'er telling 'er to be careful because giving birth ees a terrible experience, and with Charlie, she was in labour for thirty six 'ours, and Percy was zhree weeks overdue in zhe middle of an August 'eatwave, and Ron deed not want to come out so zhey had to stick forceps up zhere...well, you get zhe picture," she finished hastily at Audrey's horrified expression. "Clearly, she does not want Ginny to become...in zhe family way, as zhey say, so young. But for me, she talks of pregnancy like eet was zhe most blissful time of 'er life, and says zhat giving birth was like shelling a particularly tiny pea."
"And you don't want kids?" guessed Audrey, as Fleur helped her into her dressrobes.
"Oh, I do want children eventually," Fleur said. "But per'aps when I am a bit older, non? I am only twenty one, and I am not some sort of...baby making machine, you know?"
Audrey giggled at this, before turning slightly glum. "I know what you mean – children would be nice, but not for a good few years yet. We've only just come out of this dreadful war, I've got my parents to think of – getting them back is my biggest worry right now, and then there's my career...Percy and I will need to save up for a bit before we can even think of taking time off for me to raise children. It's just not a good idea just yet."
Fleur was overwhelmed by the feeling that she'd somehow found an ally – someone who understood how she felt. She loved the Weasleys, even Molly, despite her fussing and prodding, as though they were her own family – but even though her surname said that she did, and they had been through a war together, she didn't fully feel as though she belonged in the family. Bill, of course, said that she did—and she knew that she did to him—but she still felt as though she was an outsider. She got the 'stranger' vibes much less from Harry, Ron and Hermione after everything that had happened in April, but as they were so often together as a little clique—these days with Ginny often tagging along too—this wasn't as comforting as it might have been. It was nice to have someone there who understood what it was like to be the outsider.
"You should start rehearsing what you are going to say when she asks you about children," she told Audrey. "I made zhe mistake of saying 'no' once, and you might 'ave zhought zhat I'd stabbed 'er zhrough zhe 'eart, zhe look she gave me..."
"I'll tell her that Percy and I need lots of practise first," Audrey said, with a mischievous wink that belied her rather drab and mousey appearance.
Fleur threw back her head and laughed, deciding that she liked Audrey rather a lot.
The wedding itself was meant to be a small, personal affair, but with the entire extended Weasley family there, it couldn't be. All of the Weasleys plus Harry and Hermione made ten people alone; and a friend of Audrey's from work, plus Percy's friend Oliver Wood and his girlfriend Katie Something made thirteen people before the bride and groom were even counted, something Fleur was sure the officiating wizard was surprised by.
"We told him it would be a family affair," Bill murmured in her ear, just before the ceremony started, reading her mind as he often seemed able to do. "I think he expected me, Charlie, Mum and Dad and Audrey's parents, not an overabundance of redheads..."
"'E must be zhe one wizard in Britain 'oo does not know of zhe Weasley family, zhen," Fleur whispered in response, and her husband gave her a rather embarrassed grin. After the ceremony, which was a quick affair, the Weasleys apparated back to the Burrow, where they were joined by Andromeda Tonks and her grandson. "When did she arrive?" Fleur asked Bill, as Mrs. Weasley lined everyone up for photograph after photograph.
"Harry brought her round," her husband replied. "She's another one he feels guilty about, I think. And he doesn't want Teddy to miss out on things like he had to, with his...upbringing."
"Eet ees terrible, what zhose people did to 'im," Fleur said, shaking her head.
"The Dursleys? I know," Bill agreed. "Poor kid." They both sighed. "Doesn't mean I want him dating my sister though," he added, narrowing his eyes as the two shared a kiss underneath one of the trees in the orchard.
"Oh, shush," chastised Fleur. "Zhey are not doing anything you weren't at zhat age!"
"Yes, but—"
"Don't you dare tell me eet ees different for girls!" Fleur said. "Now, come along, I zhink your muzzer wants 'elp bringing out the food."
The two of them headed over to Mrs. Weasley, who seemed pleased to see them. "Ah, there you are! I was thinking of bringing out the food now – we have some sandwiches and salad, and I thught I'd do the cake in a bit? Yes, right – Bill, go and fetch some of the plates, dear. And Andromeda, you give Teddy to Fleur, and come with me." Before Fleur could say anything, Mrs. Weasley plonked the baby in her arms, and dragged Andromeda off to the kitchen. Bill gave a 'what can I do?' shrug and a cheeky wink that still brought a flush to her cheek, even though they were married, and followed the two women inside, leaving her cradling the child.
She hummed and murmured nonsense to the baby in French, and Teddy, who had been gurgling away, quietened.
"You're good with him," said a voice behind her.
"My sister – Gabrielle – I am old enough to remember when she was born," she said, turning around to address her father-in-law. "I 'elped my parents with 'er."
"I thought so," he nodded. "Bill was the same with Ginny and Ron and the twi—George."
"Teddy ees not so fussy, eet 'elps," said Fleur.
"It does," agreed Arthur. "But you know, Molly won't let you put him down all evening..."
"She wants Bill and I to 'ave a child," she replied.
"And you don't want to?" asked Arthur. "Or would you rather wait?"
"Yes, zhat ees eet," Fleur said, still speaking softly to avoid waking the baby. "Everything ees still so...unstable, ees zhat zhe word?"
"It is that," her father-in-law replied. "And I think the two of you are wise to wait. We had our children during the last war and it was just...well, the milestones are all overshadowed by the fear and worry, you know? It's the one thing I'd change, from when they were growing up, if I could..." He stared unseeingly through the trees. "But, it's your lives. I wouldn't dream of telling the two of you what to do. I'm sure whatever you decide will work out for the best..."
"I 'ope so," whispered Fleur. Teddy gave a gurgle. "Would you like to 'old 'im?" she enquired.
Arthur gave a genuine—and rare, these days—smile. "I would love to." He accepted the baby off her, and cradled him in his arms. "We can only do this when Molly's inside, you know," he whispered conspiratorially to the child. "She wants Fleur to get used to the idea of babies so she's going to give you to her as often as possible. In fact, I think she's in there with your Granny at the moment arranging babysitting times!" Fleur laughed. "Ah, but you're such a lovely little baby," he added, as Teddy gave him a smile, "I think I might have to defy my wife's wishes and not give you up to the lovely Miss Fleur. No, I shall keep you all to myself! Although..." he wrinkled his nose and grimaced slightly at a sudden, very unpleasant smell, "perhaps you would like to take him and change him?"
Alarmed, Fleur stepped backwards. Mr. Weasley heaved a dramatic sigh, and headed back towards the house, a rather smelly Teddy in his arms.
The small party thrown for Percy and Audrey—or, yet another Mr. and Mrs. Weasley as they were now—went well, all things considered. Charlie tried to chat up Audrey's friend Helen, even after she showed him the picture of her husband and two children she kept in her handbag. Oliver, Katie, George and Harry kept everyone amused with a play-by-play of the match that had won them the Quidditch Cup in Oliver's final year of school – though as Katie was now wheelchair-bound and unable to play the sport again (as a result of an injury sustained in the final battle) and another member of the team had died, the conversation was not as animated as it once might have been.
Molly kept trying to pass Teddy over to Fleur, but Hermione and Ginny kept getting in the way and taking the baby, cooing over him like they'd never seen one before. Ron, to Bill's amusement, looked rather suspiciously at the baby and backed away hastily when he was offered him to hold. Molly made some very pointed comments about Bill being "good with babies", which Fleur did her best to ignore, before quickly changing the subject. "Ees Audrey going to throw 'er bouquet before zhey leave?" she asked, cutting her mother-in-law off in the middle of a story about Bill helping with Ron when the latter had Dragon Pox.
"Ooh, yes – well remembered, dear!" Molly said, dashing off to speak to the blushing bride.
"Your muzzer—" Fleur began, half-amused and half-exasperated, as she made her way over to Bill.
"—wants us to single-handedly repopulate Wizarding Britain, I know," Bill said, shifting the weight of Teddy Lupin slightly in his arms. "She won't shut up about it, because that's Mum, but I've told her we'll do what we want, when we want..." They both looked over at her, as she gave Audrey very specific directions about where exactly the bouquet should be thrown. "It's just Mum. And we don't want kids yet, and there's nothing she can do about it."
"Eet ees not that I don't want children, eet ees just zhat I am only twenty-one, and zhe war—" began Fleur.
"I know, I know, and you don't have to explain it to me," Bill said. "I just think that with Fred and everything...well, she's desperate for something to do. And helping you through a pregnancy and having a newborn...she wants something good to do, something positive. But, you know, an Auror was killed in a struggle with a runaway Death Eater last night – Harry told me, it's not going to be in the papers for a few days. And she knows that that's not the sort of world you should be bringing kids into, even if we have won." They looked at Teddy, who chose that moment to change his hair a shade of pink that reminded them both painfully of his mother. "And we don't need any more orphans like this one, even if he does have family to look after him still..." he added in a whisper.
"I know," Fleur said, resting her head on Bill's shoulder. "Besides," she added, with an attempt at a smile, "zhings will get easier now zhat zhere ees Audrey to persuade to—aah!" She barely had time to react, plucking the bouquet of flowers out of the air seconds before they smacked her in the face. Fleur glared over at Audrey who mouthed something she couldn't quite understand.
"Good catching skills you've got there," George remarked, studying Fleur with a sudden interest as he strolled over. "You should've learnt to play Quidditch!" Bill let out a bark of laughter.
"I can play Quidditch," said Fleur, rather haughtily. "I was on zhe team at Beauxbatons. But unfortunately, zhere 'ave been few opportunities to play, recently."
"Oh, right then," George said, looking momentarily taken aback. "I'll have you on my team when we next play, then..."
"You bloody won't," Bill said, grinning at his brother. "This one's all mine!"
"Zhis one ees not a piece of meat!" his wife interjected. "I am not going to be passed around like—"
"And speaking of that," put in Charlie, who had sidled up to join them, "the witch who catches the bouquet is the next to be married, don't'cha know. So, the fair maiden here can divorce the wolf, and then marry me!"
Fleur smacked him around the back of the head for that comment, and Bill threatened him with a good hexing once he was relieved of the baby, but Charlie laughed them off. "Ah, you'll come round!" he grinned. "What witch wouldn't, when faced with these good looks?"
"My dear brother," George said. "If we're talking about good looks, I'm—"
"Oh, Fleur, I'm so sorry," Audrey cut in, dashing over to them. "Your Mum," she nodded to the three men, "wanted me to throw the bouquet in your direction, I don't know why. Helen's gone home, and she doesn't know how serious Oliver and Katie are...and I don't think she wants Hermione or Ginny getting any ideas, but there was another reason, and she wouldn't tell me—"
"Eet's fine," Fleur replied, waving a hand. "I caught zhem before zhey could do permanent damage!"
"Oh, and George!" added Audrey, whirling around to face him, "Percy said that he was particularly looking forward to the display you promised him?" She frowned slightly after delivering her message.
"Ah, the fireworks!" George's face lit up. "Good old Percy, reminding me. Charlie, if you'd care to assist? Now, Miss Harwicke—I mean, Mrs. Weasley—you're in for a treat! If you could just..."
Their voices faded away, and Bill and Fleur were left standing with Teddy, underneath one of the apple trees. "Eet was a lovely wedding," said Fleur.
"It was," her husband agreed. "And no Death Eaters attacked during the reception. Always a good thing."
"Do not jinx eet – we are not finished yet," warned Fleur. "I zhink zhat—"
"Fleur dear, I'm so glad you caught the bouquet!" Mrs. Weasley had appeared behind them. "You know I said I made it from flowers picked at Midsummer? Those blooms are particularly good at bringing fertility into a marriage, and—"
"Oh, Mum, have you seen George?" asked Bill innocently, as Fleur's eyes narrowed. "He said something about fireworks, and I think he's planning some sort of prank?"
"Merlin's beard!" Mrs. Weasley couldn't have moved quicker if she'd apparated, as she set off to find her son and prevent his mischief, leaving the two alone once more.
"You know, I think it might be easier to just have a child," Bill said thoughtfully. "It'd at least stop the hints, which are about as subtle as a hippogriff on the rampage."
"Of course, ma cherie," Fleur said sweetly, and her husband's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Just as long as you are zhe one going zhrough labour, you understand?" She laughed at his horrified expression.
"No babies just yet, then," he said.
"Absolument. No babies yes," she agreed.
A/N: In Finnish tradition, Midsummer's Eve is the most powerful time for both magic and marriage (and fertility, though, ironically enough, Fleur is not going to end up pregnant just yet!). Tradition states that a particular type of fern will flower on Midsummer's Eve, and anyone who picked it will gain magic powers (ha!) and become rich, hence why Audrey has it in her bouquet. Finally, there is a tradition that unmarried women who wanted a marriage proposal should roll around naked in the fields of a house containing unmarried sons at Midsummer, in order to get the sons to propose. That will not be included in this story, but I do kind of want to include it in a story...just maybe one with an M rating!
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