A/N: I'm baaack! Full explanations at the bottom. This is an outtake of the chapter The Teenage Dictator.


Bring me back to life

I just can't stand leaving you alone at night

It's too late to go

It has taken me forever just to try to know

Disclaimer: thank JKR for this Fanfic! Lyrics come from Stutter by Mariana's Trench (another excellent band!)


Scorpius POV

Dom's tongue is currently halfway down my throat. I kiss her back as best as I can without gagging. Merlin, if this is what a blow job feels like to girls, I'll never pressure one into it like some of the other boys around.

We "made up" our fight last night. I say "made up" because we don't discuss the issues, we push them to the backs of our minds - or in this case, our throats.

I remind her of Transfiguration class after a bit and she sighs. "Scorpy-" I grit my teeth "-can't we just skip?"

"No." I'm adamant. "Weasley- your cousin- Rose will get ahead of me. I can't have that."

"What is it with you two," she grumbles, taking my somewhat reluctant hand and pulling me into class. We're late, and Professor Chang shoots us a glare. "How kind of you to join us, Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Weasley."

I let go of Dom's hand quickly and we rush to take seats behind Weasley. Weasley turns around to look at me, her head tilted to one side, and frowns slightly as if considering me.

"What?" I demand.

"I think coral lipstick suits your colour better than red," she says thoughtfully, staring at my mouth. I curse under my breath, covering my mouth with my hand and trying to covertly rub it off.

"Dom, you have to stop using lipstick," I tell her firmly. But she just shakes her head.

"I'll keep wearing the coral. She's right, it does suit you."

I glare at her before getting up to go sit next to Al. He glances over at me and shudders, most likely at the traces of lipstick still there, but smiles afterwards all the same.

"Dom," I say by way of explanation.

"Jasmine," he indicates a Gryffindor girl whose seat beside her is filled with one of her girlfriends. I think she might be in Weasley's dorm.

We look at each other and shrug helplessly. "Birds."

-TTIHM-

I walk into the Great Hall, looking for Dom as usual. But I see her with Higgins nearby. I'm not going to waste my lunch sitting with that prick! I walk over to the Slytherin table, where Al is sitting with Weasley across from him. Even Weasley's company is preferable to his. I slide in beside Al.

Weasley for some reason looks slightly panicked and looks behind her. Her eyes snag on Dom flirting with Josh and she turns back. Unless I'm imagining it, the look on her face is relieved. Which means one thing!

"I was right," I crow loudly. "It doesn't matter to you."

"What?" asks Al.

"Of course it matters," she says, ignoring Al. But something's off.

"Then why aren't you over there stopping her?" I demand. I know she understands me perfectly well, there's no need to even specify what we're talking about.

"Who?" asks Al. Again, I pay no attention to him, but wait for Weasley's answer.

"I'm not going to be the jealous possessive girlfriend," she says somewhat triumphantly. I can't help thinking that the reason she isn't that way is because she doesn't actually care. Because I imagine if she really did care about someone she could be quite the little lioness. I snort skeptically.

"What?" demands Al, more insistent this time.

I barely register that he's spoken. I'm just intent on tricking Weasley into confirming my theory. "Please. You always overreact. As if you could be that mature."

She glares at me and opens her mouth, probably to retaliate, but Al stands up, knocking over his goblet.

"FINE!" he shouts. "Don't tell me anything!"

We stare at him, shocked, for a couple of seconds. Al is generally so quiet that when he has such a moment he must be really frustrated. I gather my thoughts before Weasley does.

"Calm down mate," I say reassuringly. "We're just talking about my girlfriend and her boyfriend."

Al lets a great gust of air escape his lungs as he sits down nearly as violently as he got up, upsetting the gravy boat this time.

Weasley leans forward suddenly, her hazel eyes latching on to mine. "Tell me something then. Why don't you care what's going on?"

"Maybe I'm just in it for the snogging," I smirk. I know this will annoy her, as for some strange reason she hates the idea of me with Dom - possibly protectiveness. I love getting under her skin. Unfortunately, I neglect to think about what Al will do. Al groans again at the mention of us snogging and puts his head down on the table. Unfortunately it lands right in his rice, and conversation is halted for a while as we attempt to stop it from sticking in his hair.

"Even so," Weasley says as she picks rice out of Al's hair. "You could be losing your...er...snogging source."

I shrug. "I'll find another."

Anger flashes briefly across her face and I freeze. The realization of how that would have sounded snaps into my head in less than half a second - that her cousin is disposable. I might as well beg for the wrath of the Weasley males to descend upon me. Just as I finish this thought, she pulls at a grain of rice just a little too hard, and a handful of Al's hair comes off in her hand.

"OUCH!" Al screams. Weasley looks startled, and glances from his head to her hand as of she hadn't realized she was holding the hair. I can't help snickering at their expressions.

Al feels the top of his head gingerly and his eyes widen in horror when he encounters the patch. Weasley quickly put the hair behind her back as if that would stop Al from noticing.

"It doesn't look that bad," She says desperately, a blatant lie. I double over in my laughter and Al moans, covering it with his hands.

"I can fix it," she says, slightly panicky. "Al, move your hand."

"No!" he exclaims. "You must be mad!"

"I'll do it," I say, still laughing fit to kill. Al takes his hand off his head. I'm laughing as I cast the spell too. My voice and hand shake slightly because of it and there's a blinding flash of light accompanied with a loud bang.

I stop laughing immediately and stare at his head. Oh, Slytherin, what've I done?! Weasley steps back and tilts her head as if to get a better view of his hair, her mouth hanging open. All the students in the Hall seem to be holding their breath before erupting in laugher, craning their necks to look over. Al looks extremely apprehensive. "What did you do?"

I think about how best to phrase it, but before I can answer he catches his reflection in the side of a goblet and gasps. "You...turned...my...hair...purple?!"

"At least it's grown back," is my feeble response. He punches me in the stomach and runs out of the Hall. I hope he goes to the hospital wing.

I need someone to blame now, so I turn to Weasley. "This is all your fault!"

"Me?!" she exclaims. "You were the one to cast the spell!"

"Yes, but you made the bald spot!" I say loudly.

I know people are staring but Weasley is getting angry. I can't resist watching this.

"And I would have fixed it!" she shouts, standing up. "And properly!

Not that I'll ever admit this out loud, but she's sort of sexy when she's angry. Her hair crackles and her eyes flash and her cheeks flush. But of course that's a well kept secret.

"Oh, please!" I get to my feet as well and look down at her. Height gives me the advantage here. "You can't even pick a boyfriend. What makes you think you can handle spell casting?"

The whole Hall lets out a collective "oooh!"

Her mouth twists in anger and her hair literally looks alive. I don't realize she's pointing her wand at me until after she casts the spell and cute little demonic birds start pecking at my eyes.

"Who can't cast spells, Malfoy?" she asks deceptively innocently, then glides gracefully out of the hall.

Alright. Alright. Don't panic Scorpius, people are watching. You can handle this.

Holding my arms around my head, I take a deep breath and remember what my dad told me. Never let yourself be caught in a compromising situation that you can't handle. And I can handle this. I calm myself enough to pull out my wand and Vanish the birds. Then i sit down and keep eating as if I haven't just been punched, shouted at, and hexed, in that order. Gradually, the students lose interest and drift back to their previous conversations.

A girl I vaguely recognize looks concernedly at me. "Don't you want to go get those looked at?"

I touch my cheek and realize I have little scrapes all over it. I shrug.

"Are you sure?" she presses.

I grunt around a mouthful of food. She looks annoyed and turns away. Good. I can finally be left in peace.

-TTIHM-

I saw Weasley staring smugly at the scrapes on my face in Arithmancy. I had just scowled at her and gone to sit beside Al. The whole afternoon was a complete bore (after the debacle in the Great Hall, of course). I was very restless, and very thankful right now that class has ended. I grab my broom and walk outside, intending to do some flying. It calms me down and rids me of excess energy at the same time.

Then I see figures in red and gold on the pitch and scowl. Of course Gryffindor is practicing today! I scowl, before catching sight of Weasley looking at me. I smirk back as the Quaffle flies right past her through one of the hoops.

James flies over, and I can hear the sound of his voice from all the way over here. This is hilarious. Suddenly I get a brainwave.

I know just what will distract her so much she won't be able to keep her eyes on the Quaffle. Grinning to myself, I run inside and up to the Gryffindor common room, where I find Dom.

"Want to go on a walk?" I ask.

She beams at me. "Why, Scorpy, that would be wonderful."

Scorpy? Again?! Maybe I can kill her on the way back.

We walk out the side door leading to the pitch. I see Weasley's broom turn slightly and I smirk to myself as I pull Dom along towards the forest. Weasley makes a spectacular save, but I can feel her gaze boring a hole into me.

We enter the forest, and I find a spot that'll be in full view from Weasley's position, then immediately snog Dom, possibly with more passion than I ever have. She seems surprised but very pleased. We continue snogging until I hear Potter shout, "ROSE!"

I immediately pull my mouth away, in time to see Weasley fall off her broom. I lose sight of her as the trees interfere with my line of vision. Dom gasps. "Rose!"

She runs towards the Quidditch pitch. I follow, numbly. Did I cause that? Oh shit, if she's dead...

Because I might get a couple years in Azkaban. That would be inconvenient.

Potter is supporting Weasley's full weight, half dragging her to the door. Her face is white, except for a red lump at her temple. Oh Merlin, did she hit her head?

As soon as they get inside, Weasley collapses entirely. I break out into a run, pulling Dom along. Potter picks her limp body up bridal style as we run through the door. He scowls at me, then nods to Dom, but the worried cleft between his eyebrows doesn't go away.

"Wh-what happened?" asks Dom breathlessly. I mentally thank her for asking the question I'm too much of a coward to ask.

"She was looking off into the distance, dreaming or something," pipes up a Gryffindor team member. "The Quaffle hit her head and she fell."

My heart sinks into my shoes. It was my fault.

Oh Merlin. Now I'll have to apologize.

We follow the team to the Hospital Wing, where Potter deposits Weasley on a bed and one of the Chasers - Ariana, I think - explains to Madam Pomfrey what happened. Pomfrey shoos us all out, saying she has to have quiet to work.

The team members all begin arguing about whose fault it was, once we leave the room. I stay silent and stare at the flickering pattern of light and shadow the two nearby gaslights throw on the ceiling. Dom joins in the argument, attempting to convince them it was no one's fault. I know better.

Dom rejoins me against the wall after a bit, rubbing my arm. "You don't have to stay if you need to go, really."

I don't look at her. "Yeah, I- that's fine, I can stay."

She pats my arm once more and returns to the debate. I continue staring at the ceiling. One of the lights casting the lights and shadows suddenly goes out and I notice how much bleaker the flickering pattern looks with only one light. Incomplete.

Eventually Pomfrey pokes her head around the door and ushers us in, holding a finger to her lips. Twining her hand with mine, Dom pulls me over to the side of the bed.

Weasley is still unconscious, but her colour has changed from the pallor of a corpse to her usual paleness. Her hair is spread out on the pillow, a bandage is taped to her temple and she's smiling slightly. Her eyelashes flutter and then close again, I know she's awake.

"Rose, I know you're awake!" Dom says.

Weasley opens one eye, squinting at Dom through it. "You're very sensitive."

"You moved," Dom shrugs. Weasley opens both eyes fully and looks around her at the people surrounding her bed. Her eyes widen slightly when she sees me. I have to fight to keep the guilt off my face - I don't know where all this emotion is coming from, and that's a problem. I struggle to keep my face looking bored.

"Yes, she's awake," I comment. "Can I go now?"

"No, stay," Dom tells me.

"No, go," Weasley says dismissively. But I feel compelled to stay, and Dom's nails digging into my arm is not a large part of it.

Weasley sits up gingerly and holds herself very still. Lily reaches over and hugs her. "Rose, I'm so glad you're alright!"

"Don't be daydreaming next time," James scolds, attempting to sound stern but failing, he obviously cares a lot for his cousin. Weasley smiles at him.

I feel another of those strange emotional rushes - I wish I had a family like this, that would stand by me and protect me, sometimes to the point of being annoying. If I had a concussion, there would probably be a maximum of three people standing around my bed like this: Father, Mum, and Al. While I have quite a few friends, I don't have many that count as family.

Madam Pomfrey walks in. "You're fine to leave, if you'd like."

"Thank you so much," Weasley says fervently, subconsciously touching her temple.

"You're welcome," she replies. "Just lucky you didn't break anything. But take this potion, you might have a headache tomorrow." She hands Weasley a little brown flask before going back to her office.

The entire clan heads down to supper, with me trailing behind. They disperse at the Entrance Hall, with Weasley heading over to the Gryffindor table as usual and Dom towing me along. I realize Higgins tagged along at some point on the way down here, which completely ruins my mood. Not that it was that great to begin with. He's been taking care of Weasley like she's an invalid, and I can tell by the way her lips are set that she isn't exactly enjoying it.

He takes a forkful of food from her plate and I roll my eyes - hasn't he enough on his already? But no, it's not for him. He lifts it and points it at Weasley's mouth... Oh, for the love of Merlin! He's feeding her!

Horror flashes across her face as he presses the fork to her lips. She grudgingly opens and lets him feed her, then grimaces after swallowing. Salazar's serpents, this is disgusting!

Dom is staring at them longingly, casting glances at me every so often. I steadfastly ignore.

"Open wide," Higgins prompts Weasley. She does, after giving him a glare that should make him shrivel. I can't help but snicker.

"Open wide, Rosie, here comes the broom! And would the ickle baby wike some stwained cawwots and a bottle?" I mock him.

Weasley's lips twitch up ever so slightly. She snatches the fork from Higgins, flushing. Higgins looks extremely offended, as if I'd just prodded him with that fork. I smirk back, and he glares at me.

Weasley's brother walks past. "Hey Rosie, your muscles are tense. You should breathe deeply and check your chakras. Oh, I have an idea! You could learn the proper way to do that at those yoga lessons I'm putting up, just two Sickles! Want to sign up?"

Weasley shakes her head, rolling her eyes. I can't help laughing at the expression on her face. Something hits my leg under the table, and I laugh and cough at the same time, choking on a potato.

Dom thumps me on the back. I wish she would stop! Merlin's balls, I can't breathe!

I cough one last time and the potato flies out, hitting Higgins square in the face. I can't help but feel slightly satisfied. Higgins the prude looks completely revolted. I start chuckling, then laughing louder, and Dom joins in. Weasley stays straight faced for as long as possible, then collapses into giggles as well. Higgins gets that stabbed-with-a-fork look again, sticks his nose up and leaves.

Good riddance!

"You can thank me now," I smirk at Weasley.

Weasley's jaw drops. "Why the hell would I need to thank you?"

"I drove him off for you," I shrug.

Weasley opens her mouth, then shuts it again, like a redheaded goldfish. I smirk - it's obvious she's confused about what to say. Dom jumps in. "Why would she want to drive him off? He was being so wonderful!"

I snort loudly. "Because he was mollycoddling and bloody spoon-feeding her like a baby?"

"I would love that," Dom sighs. "You never do anything like that for me..."

"And I'm not going to, either," I retort. Better to set things straight now if she's getting ideas. That's not happening.

"I wish you would," Dom sighs, laying her head on my arm.

"Maybe you should date Josh, then," I suggest, raising an eyebrow and moving my arm. Her head drops and hits the table. She sits up very straight, looking extremely offended.

"Maybe I will, then!" she exclaims angrily.

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

Dom huffs and stomps out. I continue eating, Weasley staring at me in utter shock.

"What?" I ask after swallowing.

"She just broke up with you, and you don't care?" she exclaims. She has the wrong idea here if she thinks I actually give a rat's fart.

"She'll come around," I sigh somewhat regretfully, because it would make things damn easier if she didn't.

Weasley throws me a look of what could almost be concern, then shrugs and keeps eating. She quickly clears her plate and stands up to go.

"Leaving already?" I ask. "I hope it's not to go chasing after your pansy of a boyfriend."

"What does it matter to you where I go?" she demands suspiciously.

"It doesn't," I shrug. Of course it doesn't - why would I care? "But if it did I'd tell you not to waste your time."

"You did tell me not to," she frowns confusedly.

"No I didn't." Is she imagining things?

"Yes, you did!" she shouts, throwing her hands up in the air, her hair beginning to crackle again. I smirk. I can always get under her skin, all I have to do is remain calm.

"No," i tell her placidly. "If you recall my previous words, I think you'll find they were "I hope it's not to go chasing after your pansy of a boyfriend" and that implies distant disapproval."

"Distantly disapprove this, Malfoy," she snarls at me, flipping me the bird. I clutch at my chest dramatically, and she rolls her eyes at me before walking off. I chuckle to myself, then stop, realizing I probably look like I've gone mad.

I'll most likely never admit this, but school would be pretty boring without Weasley around to liven things up a little.

-TTIHM-

I enter the Gryffindor common room, spotting Weasley on an armchair. She instantly looks annoyed at the sight of me, and I stifle my smirk before pulling Dom into a kiss. Out of the corner of my eye I see Weasley leave the room and pull away from Dom.

"You're not very nice to Rose, by the way," Dom says suddenly.

I frown at her. "What are you talking about? I'm very nice to her."

She just looks at me.

"What? I am!"

She looks some more.

"So I think she has shitty taste in boys, yeah," I defend myself. "Other than that I'm an utter gentleman."

Dom smacks my arm. "She does not have shitty taste in boys!"

"I don't understand how she can stand that pansy," I grimace. "Doesn't she feel claustrophobic?"

"Of course not!" Dom gasps, so dramatically that Marcus Finnigan pops his head out of the staircase leading to the boys' dorm. "She feels loved! Every girl wants a boy like that, including me," she finishes, with a glance at me.

I roll my eyes and hold up my hands. "Well don't expect that rubbish from me. I believe in separating the roles of babysitter and boyfriend, so if you want someone spoon-feeding you, look to someone else."

I leave the common room before Dom can get another word out. Really, what does she think I am? A bloody nanny? I shudder.

I hear Higgins' voice coming from the dark third floor corridor, so naturally I pause by the suit of armour beside the entrance. He sounds infuriatingly smug, as usual.

"...you just have to make sure you don't speak to Malfoy, but that should be easy," I hear him saying, and my eyes widen. "Because I don't like the way he looks at you. I'd really prefer you don't talk to any boys, other than the ones you're related to, and me, of course, but I'll be realistic."

I hear a familiar, muted snort, and realise he's talking to Weasley! I stifle a laugh, grinning ear to ear. Now Weasley will go out of her way to talk to me - I know her, she always does the opposite of what she's told to on principle - which will annoy Josh, and as she talks to me I'll annoy her. This is a win-win situation!

"Secondly, be beside me at all times."

Oh, this is excellent. She's going to eat him, spit him out, and go on about her day.

"Thirdly, you have to quit the Quidditch team - your team beat ours last year, mostly because you were Keeper, and we want a turn. I promise next year I'll quit so you can have a turn to win."

Quidditch doesn't work like that, you idiot, I howl in my head.

"And lastly, when we get married, I'd like to choose the wedding colours. That's all. Love you. Bye!"

I roll my eyes so much they probably look into the back of my head for a second. Then I hear his footsteps coming towards me, so I quickly duck behind the armour as he strides past, whistling. As soon as he's out of sight, I walk into the corridor, slow clapping. Weasley's mouth is hanging open, but as soon as she sees me she saps it shut and scowls. "Merlin's arse, Malfoy, why are you following me around?!"

"Merlin's arse doesn't have much to do with it," I smirk, staying calm to get her even more angry. "This just provides constant entertainment. It's too bad I didn't have time to go down to the kitchens and have some popcorn made for me."

"Shouldn't you be off doing something highly inappropriate with my cousin right now?" she snaps, crossing her arms.

"This is more fun," I shrug and grin.

"Really?" she asks, raising one eyebrow.

"When she's angry, yes," I sigh.

She raises her eyebrow further. "Angry?"

Shite I didn't mean to let her know that. "None of your bloody business. Aren't you not supposed to be talking to me, anyway?"

"That's the only reason I am," she tells me. I laugh - exactly what I predicted.

"You're different," I chuckle.

"Glad you figured it out," she mutters.

"One month," I add. Or less, before she dumps his sorry arse. I'm surprised she's even put up with him for this long.

She frowns slightly, but realizes I'm talking about her doomed relationship.. "Not a chance."

"You're right," he agrees. "Maybe we should lower it to two weeks."

She sighs in a defeated way, but won't admit in words that I'm right - I can see it in the set of her mouth. She turns away from me and starts walking downstairs. I follow her, I have nothing better to do.

"Where are you going?" I ask curiously. This is the opposite direction to Gryffindor tower.

"To Timbuctoo," she says sarcastically. I frantically rack my brains as to what Timbuctoo is so as not to appear stupid.

"Look," Weasley says suddenly, "either go make up with Dom or go break up with her, just leave me alone."

"That's not nice," I smirk.

"Your mother isn't nice," she says, half under her breath. "Go away!"

"I like it here," I smirk.

"Merlin, Malfoy," she growls. "Get a life!"

"Get a better boyfriend, then we'll see," I retort quickly.

"What is with that boyfriend obsession?" she demands.

"I don't like him," I shrug.

"I don't like you," she reminds me, "yet I put up with you going out with my cousin."

"But you're not my cousin," I blurt. As soon as I've said it I wish I could cover my mouth. That is not what I meant to say!

"What does that have to do with anything?" she shouts, throwing her hands up.

"It has everything to do with it," I mutter.

What is wrong with me?! I internally lecture myself on controlling my tongue.

"I'm glad we're not related too," she snaps. "You drive me crazy enough as it is."

Oh, good. We're back to normal.

"Thanks," I grin.

"You're like a pendulum," she observes.

"Hmm?"

"You swing back and forth so much!"

You'd think with me snogging her cousin and all she'd know I was into witches, but some people are extraordinarily dense, I suppose. "No, I've always been straight. Is that not obvious?"

"Not that, you imbecile," she rolls her eyes. "Your moods!"

"And now that I know you hate it, I'll do it that much more." I dodge her slap, and her hand hits the stone bannister.

"OW!" she screams.

I start laughing again. "It is just not your day!"

"You broke my hand!" she shouts.

"No, you broke it," I correct her. "And I highly doubt it's broken."

"You wouldn't care either way!" she snarls, pressing it tightly to her chest.

I glance at her hand. "No, I'm fairly sure it's fine."

"Shut UP! Just shut up! This is so unfair!"

"How exactly is it unfair?" I chuckle.

"How come you couldn't break your hand?" she whines. "How come it had to be me?"

"Firstly, because you tried to hit me. If you hadn't, you'd be fine. Secondly, I doubt it's broken, as I said before. Thirdly, I think you should go to bed. You're not exactly making sense," I smirk, because I know nothing annoys her more than not being taken seriously.

Sure enough, she gets that stubborn look in her eye. "I'm making perfect sense. You're not making sense. And you don't care if it's broken or not!"

She trips over a protruding bit of the banister suddenly and scowls down at it. "Who put that there?"

I roll my eyes, slightly concerned. "Go back up to your dorm, Weasley."

"No!"

"You're so stubborn," I sigh. "What do people do with you?"

"They leave me alone!"

"That may not be safe right now," I mutter, eyeing the hand cradled against her chest as well as the foot she puts next to no weight on.

"I was fine until you came along!" she insists stubbornly.

She's going to actually get hurt at some point, and after this afternoon I can't let that happen again. So I take hold of her elbow and start pulling her towards the Gryffindor common room. "Come on, Weasley."

"Let go of me!" She pulls her arm lightly, to give me the hint to let it go, but I ignore it.

"I swear, Malfoy, if you don't let go I'll - I'll -" she threatens.

"You'll what?" I demand, looking down at her. "Call your pansy - sorry, boyfriend - on me? Yeah, I'm terrified." There's not much else she can do; she's probably two thirds my height and half my weight (although her nails are quite sharp, as I know from experience).

We reach the Fat Lady. Weasley stands stubbornly silent, so I sigh and give the password. "Grouch."

"I am not!" grumbles the Fat Lady irritably before swinging open.

Weasley stands beside me with her arms crossed until I raise my eyebrows at her. She scowls and climbs through the portrait hole, then slams the portrait in my face, which makes me chuckle.

"Well really!" huffs the Fat Lady, readjusting her hat. "She is..."

"Something," I agree, grinning, before turning around and heading down towards the dungeons.

Maybe it should concern me that I enjoy the company of my enemy more than my supposed girlfriend, but at this point I really couldn't care less.


A/N: Please don't shoot me! I love you guys for all your concerned reviews, it's just that RL has been insane, to put it mildly. I just turned 16, so go easy on me :D I swear I'll do my best to update once a month minimum! I hope this extra-long chapter makes up for the extra-long update time. You'll be happy to know I've already started on the next chapter!

Keep the requests for chapters from Scorp's POV coming! I love writing those!

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