**Hey faithful readers, so I've decided to give this story a change around as it wasn't quite flowing easily in third person. So the entire story is now in first person. Nothing is really different if you don't want to read back but I have tried to flesh out a few odd relationships that have come along a bit too fast. Also there's a few Italian phrases that I've inserted into this story. I have put translations at the bottom of the chapter for you though. And if anyone wants to give me pointers on the language. I'd appreciate it as the only language I speak fluently is English.***
25th August 1998
10:30pm
Blaise led me through the Leaky Cauldron by the hand and wound his way to a pub teeming with far too much life for a Tuesday evening, but then I remembered that school was still out for Muggles and there were probably a few people enjoying their holiday. Blaise ducked into the warm atmosphere with a wave of his fingers to the bouncers that on the outside appeared like a warm wave but was actually a wordless and wandless confundus. Swallowing my inner Gryffindor, I allowed a blazing smile to grace my face and only squeezed my brother's hand to voice my irritation with him.
Once inside Blaise made a beeline for a group of young adults who all looked overdressed for a small pub teeming with old men nursing their Guinness.
"Zabini, you took your time…oh and who might this be?" Blaise dropped my hand to shake the hand of the speaker and when I looked at him I found myself looking into clear, blue eyes covered by a shocking mess of brown hair. With a jolt I realised this must be Theodore Nott. Once, he had been a short, scrawny, bespectacled boy who had always had a sneer on his face and his nose in a book. He appeared to have grown up some in the past year and lost the glasses and sneer in favour of an easy smile and both shot up and filled out.
Noticing the differences in one of my classmates I turned to look at the three women who stood next to Theo. Daphne Greengrass stood with her hand tight on Theodore's arm, her blonde hair straightened and cascading over her shoulders. Pansy Parkinson with her ink black hair was shoulder to shoulder with Daphne, her nose looking less pug-like than it had in their childhood, but she was otherwise still the same, then there was Tracey Davies. Back at school, I hadn't paid much attention to the witch but now I noticed she was a pretty red-headed witch with hair of gentle waves and grey eyes. Those grey eyes were positively burning as she looked me over and I took a step back behind Blaise which only seemed to increase the waves of cold anger and unwelcomeness that radiated from the three women. Maybe some things would never change? I felt my teeth worry my lip as I watched Blaise greet Theodore and Malfoy and then go to pull Tracey into a hug.
That seemed to be a step too far for Tracey as she pushed him violently and he fell back against me before righting himself.
"I don't do triads Zabini. So you can take your whore elsewhere," Tracey snarled. Blaise's eyes widened in shock as he looked at me and I knew my own face was reflecting the same shock. Blaise burst out laughing just as I realised what was going on and grimaced. Blaise continued laughing as he pulled Tracey into a hug despite her struggles and I stood there not knowing what to do.
"Davies, she's not a threat," Malfoy interjected, trying to de-escalate the situation and I finally spared him more than a passing glance. Malfoy looked more at ease than I had ever seen him. He wore a casual smile and there was mirth burning in his eyes and just like that the desire I'd spent hours clamping down on earlier, was back with a vengeance. That desire only heightened when I realised that the grey, fitted shirt he wore both hugged every muscle of his upper body and brought out the colour of his eyes, and the black jeans he wore hugged what I could now see was a fantastic arse.
"What do you know Malfoy?" Pansy spoke up, her tone condescending as she glared at me and I brought myself back to the present. At that moment Blaise saw fit to control himself.
"Tesoro, there's nothing to fear from my sister. Everyone meet Hermione-Blou Zabini, my long-lost twin sister," Blaise said as he stepped back beside me and slung an arm round my shoulders.
"Hermione-Blou? What?" Tracey and Daphne spluttered and I elbowed my brother sharply in the side.
"It's Hermione… I was called Hermione Granger," I said calmly, lifting my chin with more confidence than I felt as I held my ground.
"Fucking hell," Theodore swore softly. Pansy's eyes grew wide as they flickered over my face, picking apart my features until her mouth set in a grim line and she stepped forwards with her hand held out.
"Granger… I mean… Zabini? Fuck it. I'd like to apologise for my behaviour when we were kids. It was despicable and I'm no longer the same spoiled nasty brat I was. None of us are," Pansy said sincerely as she held her hand out. I hesitated for just a second, my eyes flickering to Pansy's and noticing the slight flinch as they made eye contact, then I took her hand and shook it.
"Clean slate?" I suggested.
"I'd like that," Pansy said, grinning. Tracey and Daphne eyed me warily, eyes flicking to Blaise before they too, smiled.
It was only when the majority of the group moved away to get drinks that Malfoy leaned in to my personal space from out of my eyesight and whispered.
"Do I get a clean slate too Zabini?" I jumped and spun to face him, freezing when I realised that his face was only a few inches from mine and those quicksilver eyes were boring into my own.
"I…I… I'll think about it," I stammered, then with a quick huff I collected myself and marched over to the bar. If I was going to survive this night in such close quarters with Malfoy, I was going to need alcohol, and a lot of it.
***TZT***
Three clubs later I found myself rather drunk and dancing in an R&B club next to Pansy as we took it in turns to tease Blaise and Tracey as Brandy & Monica's 'The Boy is Mine' blared over the speakers. As the music changed I found myself alone as Pansy found herself a muggle to grind against as 'Pony' blared to life over the sound system. I loved the song despite the connotations behind it, but without a partner I figured I'd go to get some air. Only as I moved the crowd jostled me and I found myself stumbling into Malfoy before I'd taken two steps. My breath froze in my chest as Malfoy gave me a sinful smirk as he gripped my waist eyebrow raised in challenge. Swallowing thickly I took the challenge and turned my back to Malfoy so I was flush against him, at least now I had alcohol and a seductive song to use as an excuse.
As I began to move, grinding back into the man behind me, I felt Malfoy's fingers trail up my wrist and I looped that arm around his neck giving him a rather provocative view down the low neck of my dress that was aided by the fact the zip had been pulled down a few inches by Pansy earlier in the evening. After a minute like this, Malfoy span me in his arms and pulled me back against him, my hands came up to graze his collar bone as his own fingers trailed over my arse. Malfoy's eyes met mine and the hunger I saw there felt like it was burning me to a cinder. In an instant I knew he was going to kiss me but this time I welcomed it, the music forgotten as he held me in his embrace.
Then the trance we were in was broken as Malfoy was jostled and if possible I blushed more as he removed his hands from my body, it was ridiculous that I would miss his touch. Yet, as he stepped away, I felt the loss of his body more than I thought I would, and I fanned my face as I turned to Pansy who gave me a smirk and a wink. Aiding the deep blush on my cheeks, it didn't escape my notice as I rolled my eyes at the witch, that Malfoy surreptitiously turned his back to adjust his trousers. Then the music changed, chucking us back a decade and my mouth popped open as the opening notes of 'The way you make me feel' thundered through me, throwing me back to being seven or eight and dancing around my bedroom. Of course, as I began to dance like an idiot with the girls all-over again, a drunken part of my mind couldn't help but think that the song had more meaning to me now. As the words passed through my brain, I felt Malfoy's eyes undress me from where he was stood by a wall with Blaise whispering frantically in his ear and I winked at him causing a delicate blush to rise up his face.
Half an hour later of dancing and teasing Malfoy mercilessly with little flirtatious grins and wiggles of my hips Pansy finally pulled me off the dance floor.
"My feet feel like they're bleeding," Pansy grumbled as everyone followed us out into the night air. I giggled tipsily as I looked around and surreptitiously sent a wandless cushioning charm to Pansy's feet. The witch let out a positively orgasmic moan and then looked at me with shrewd eyes. "Why didn't I think of that?" I shrugged as I linked arms with the witch until a thought struck her.
"Hey Blaise… How are we getting home?" I asked turning to my brother who was currently giving Tracey a piggyback. "Blaise… blaisy! Blaise!" I called again, hiccupping as I walked backwards unsteadily. Blaise finally looked at me and scowled.
"What?"
"How are we getting back?"
"Oh… I brought sober up potions for us two so we can apparate everyone back to the manor.
"I can't apparate myself and two people back to the manor," Hermione argued, shaking her head so my curls bounced over her cheeks.
Tracey climbed down off Blaise's back and then caught up to Pansy and Daphne who had continued walking with Theo and Draco when the twins stopped.
"Yeah you can," Blaise said with a grin as he tipped back his own sober-up potion and waited for me to take and drink mine.
"No I can't," I stubbornly said.
"Merlin Her-B, drink your potion I'm not arguing with the drunk know-it-all," Blaise smirked and my mouth dropped open as the stupid nickname registered.
"HERBIE! DID YOU JUST CALL ME HERBIE?" I shrieked, ignoring the sniggers from behind me.
"Potion sister, potion," Blaise teased and I growled as I knocked back the tiny vial and shivered as the sober draught burnt the alcohol from her system, leaving me clear headed and slightly embarrassed at my behaviour towards Malfoy that evening.
"Herbie?" I ground out as my eyes flashed fire at my brother.
"My nickname for you when you're being annoying. It's short for Hermione-Blou. Her, for Hermione and B for Blou… Hence Her-B. Now… You should be fine apparating back to the manor with as many people as you like. You don't concentrate on the destination you concentrate on the place your magic calls home; it almost drags you back," Blaise said confidently before he began to stride away, following the group to the alleyway they had disappeared into. I was left with little choice but to swallow my annoyance at my twin and march around the corner to follow his instructions.
When I turned the corner, Theodore was downing a potion of his own and gave me a friendly wave before he disapparated with a crack.
"Where's Theodore going?" I asked Pansy after noticing that Blaise had Tracey pressed up against a wall in a rather embarrassing display of affection.
"Nott isn't coming to Milan tomorrow, we are," Pansy smirked as she indicated the group, then she kicked Blaise in the back leg forcing him to jump and turn around and scowl at the ink-haired witch.
"Right then, the sooner I get you guys back to the manor, the sooner I can woo my witch," Blaise smirked, then he looked at me. "Trust the magic," He said and then he took Tracey's hand as Pansy and Daphne laid a hand against his other arm and the quartet twisted into the night and disappeared leaving me alone with Malfoy. When I turned to look at the tall blonde, I saw he was sheepishly running his hands through his hair and I was hit by another wave of embarrassment.
"I'm er… I'm sorry about tonight. It was incredibly inappropriate of me," I said averting my gaze from Malfoy's.
"Don't be… I had fun… I don't think I've ever seen you so relaxed," Malfoy said then his cheeks pinked. "Not that I ever gave you the chance." I couldn't help but grimace, but then I met his silver gaze and held it as I deliberated.
"I would be one hell of a hypocrite if I continued to hold you to the person you once were," I eventually sighed, and Draco raised one eyebrow in question. "Before the trials, Ron and I used to argue a lot about why we were even doing them. Your name came up as the subject of the majority of these arguments. I used to tell him that people won't ever change if they aren't given the freedom to do so. I'd then tell him we needed to keep an open mind about everything that you yourself would have gone through with Voldemort living in your home. So how can I defend you so well in private and in public, if you count the trials, but then when faced with actual interaction, treat you like the spoiled, arrogant, bully you were in third year? That goes for all you Slytherins. Tonight showed me you're all trying to change so maybe-." My words were cut off when Malfoy took two long strides and slanted his lips over mine as his hands went to my hips and hair.
A muffled moan escaped me as his mouth claimed mine for the second time in 24 hours, this time in an almost bruising kiss. I felt his teeth nibble my lower lip where I had just been biting it and I let out a gasp which Malfoy took full advantage off as he gently swept his tongue over my lower lip before slipping his tongue into my mouth to dance against mine. I hadn't realised that we'd been moving until I found my back pressed against the wall, but the cold was nothing to my suddenly overheated skin as my fingers tangled in Malfoy's hair. With a groan of his own Malfoy's lips broke away from mine, hunting down my neck to a sensitive spot I didn't even realise I had, and I moaned quietly. I felt Malfoy smirk against my skin as he ground his hips against mine, then he continued to bite and suck that spot on my neck, turning me to jelly in his hold.
"OI!" Blaise's loud voice cut through the air and we suddenly sprang apart.
Unfortunately, at the sudden intrusion, I had forgotten the wall behind me and smacked my head back against the solid brick. I had just a second of swaying on my feet before the world went dark.
26th August 1998
8:00am
I woke up in the opulent, pink, room and held still as the night flooded back to me. By all laws of the natural world, my head should have been pounding, not just from alcohol consumption, but from the night of frivolity we'd embarked on ending in the head injury. Yet my vision was strangely clear, and my body felt fine.
"Good, you're awake, hurry up and put these on," A voice called out and I sat up in bed to try and figure out the intruder. The vision of Pansy Parkinson came into view, sashaying through my bedroom carrying a set of midnight blue robes over her arm.
"Pansy what-?" My question was interrupted when Nippy appeared with a tray of breakfast, which she laid on my bed and popped away after giving both of us a small curtsey.
"Basic run down of last night. Blaise apparated back when you two were taking your time, saw you two in a very compromising position and made you hit your head on the wall when he shouted. Draco and Blaise apparated back to the manor with you unconscious and one of your elves healed your head, plied you with a hangover potion and tucked you into bed. Now hurry up and get dressed before your mother comes looking for you," Pansy rattled off as she perched on the edge of my bed.
My eyes were wide as I looked at the girl and then I shook myself as I remembered Mother's plans for the day. Their first stop was the ministry of magic to have me reinstated in the family in the eyes of the ministry, then we had a meeting with an interior designer before Blaise, Malfoy, the girls and I were flooing out to Milan.
"Also Potter is here," Pansy said with a quiet smirk to me. Those four words were enough to send some life into me. I had forgotten to read and reply to Harry's owl, and with haste I began to scarf down my breakfast.
When I began to dress myself, I paused and looked to Pansy who was still sat on my bed as if privacy wasn't a thing anymore.
"These aren't mine," I said as I picked up the robes and felt the soft satin material.
"Sweet Circe no. They're mine. I shortened the hem slightly cause no offense, but you're a bit of a short-arse, but they'll do for today. You can't go into the ministry as a Zabini for the first time in anything less than designer robes, the media would have a hippogriff," Pansy said with a short laugh. I had nothing to say to the short arse statement, because in comparison to the tall, model height witch, my 5 foot and 5-inch height was short.
"Hermione!" Mother's voice echoed in my sitting room and I realised with abject horror, that Mother sounded irate.
"One second mother," I called out as I spelled myself into the borrowed robes and then cast another charm at my hair to tame the soft curls after a night of abuse without my headscarf. Pansy pursed her lips and then pointed her wand at my face to quickly give me some subtle make-up and conjured a mirror just as Mother opened the door in impatience.
"Good you're ready," Mother sighed in relief and I wondered what had annoyed her so early in the morning as Pansy and I followed Mother from my rooms.
"Will Blaise be joining us?" I asked as I followed her Mother to one of the receiving rooms in the main building of the manor. Mother only huffed as she picked up the pace and I gave a wide-eyed glance to Pansy.
"Your mum caught Blaise and Tracey asleep in the family sitting room this morning. Apparently, Blaise has been getting creative with avoiding the wards she sets on the bedrooms," Pansy whispered in an undertone.
"Miss Parkinson, don't you have somewhere to be?" Mother asked tiredly, hearing every word. Pansy gave me a wink but then schooled her features into innocence.
"I'm going to join Daphne for a morning stroll around the gardens with Draco, and Tracey Mrs Zabini. It's just pure coincidence that it is easier to walk with you on the way there," Pansy said demurely.
"Very well," Mother said with a small smile.
The remaining walk to the sitting room was one of quiet and when I entered the room after Mother I found herself facing a sheepish Harry Potter and an ecstatic Ginny Weasley.
"Hey," I said softly as Mother left the room, closing the door behind her.
"Hey yourself Mione. Why haven't you written about this place yet. It's gorgeous!" Ginny gushed as she rushed up and hugged me tightly. I felt myself melt into the hug and felt the ground beneath my feet suddenly feel a little bit more solid at the easy warmth of my friend.
"It's been a crazy two days Gin…"
"I'll say," Harry interjected and I looked up at him as I released Ginny. Silence reigned over us as Ginny glared at her boyfriend until he let out a bone-tired sigh. "I'm sorry Hermione. I… There… There's no excuse for my behaviour the other day and I understand that of all of us, you're the one with the most reason to be angry, not me. I just… I got scared I was going to lose you. I've lost so many people over the past few years, I couldn't bear it if I lost my sister too. Do you forg-," Harry's words were lost when I suddenly threw myself into his arms and hugged him far too tight for him to even breathe, let alone form words.
"You silly, silly man Harry James Potter," I breathed before I let him go. "I know I've suddenly found a mother and brother, but Harry you'll always be my brother, nothing would get in the way of that."
"See I told you, you loveable idiot," Ginny smirked, breaking the tension in the room and both Harry and I laughed.
"I can't wait to show you around this place. I had a fit of inadequacy yesterday until Blaise and Mother showed me this room only accessible by the current Zabini's living in the manor. It confirmed that this isn't a lie," I gushed as I turned to Ginny whose mysterious brown eyes glinted with glee.
"This place looks like the set up for the world's most epic game of hide and seek," Ginny smirked, and Harry chuckled.
"I have to get off to training Mione… but you should come around for dinner one evening, feel free to bring Zabini… or we could come here whatever suits your fancy. I'll owl you, oh and this time please reply," Harry grinned. Then he pulled her in for another hug and kissed her forehead. "I'm happy you seem happy Mione." With a grin Harry disappeared into the floo and I was left with the mischievous red-head.
"So… you wanna explain how you got that hickey on your neck Mione?" Ginny grinned and my face went as pale as was naturally possible for my caramel skin as my hand clapped to my neck.
"What?" I ground out as I moved to look in the mirror over the fireplace. Ginny was right. In the place where Malfoy had sucked on my skin, there was a bright red bite mark on my skin, and I whipped my wand out to cast a glamour charm.
"So, who was he?" Ginny asked, smirking in the mirror behind me and I turned to face her.
"No one," I mumbled. "Do you want to see my rooms?" I asked, trying to distract the red head. Ginny chuckled but nodded and I knew I would have more explaining to do.
"What do you mean by rooms?" Ginny asked as she followed me from the parlour.
***TZT***
The ministry witch in the hall of records gawked at me as Mother retold the whole tale after providing her with a few memories to validate the story. Quite honestly, I didn't blame her for staring but after a while it became quite annoying.
"Do you mind?" I asked quietly and the woman shook herself before turning her eyes back to the paper work in front of her.
"Sorry… So Hermione Granger and Blou-Hermione Zabini," The woman muttered as she handled two files in front of her, then she nodded and moved to a gold box and laid both files inside. With a complicated wave of the witch's wand, the files glowed bright gold and then came together. As the now singular file finished glowing, I felt a warm wave of magic wash over me and Mother nodded her head with a self-satisfied smile, but as I went to ask Mother held up her hand to silence me.
"Is that everything Madam Murphy?" Mother questioned. The witch quickly looked over the document and then nodded, before waving her wand at the file, sending it zooming off to the relevant department.
"Yes, that seems to be all. Do you wish to renew the announcement in the prophet?"
"Yes, that would save us a job thank you," Mother said and without a word, she stood and swept out of the small office and led me back to the atrium.
When we apparated back to the manor Mother gestured for me to sit on one of the sofas in our public sitting room.
"I assume you were going to ask what magic affected you?" Mother said softly as she called for an elf, who promptly delivered tea. I just nodded as I poured my own tea and stirred in two sugars and quite a bit of cream. Mother nodded approvingly as she watched my hands and I carefully hid my smirk, pouring tea was child's play. "A lot of the old families have their own… blessing ceremonies if you will. Each child is blessed with protective magics of the families own making and a plethora of others in some families," I nodded before I took a sip of my tea, I had read about this when I decided to explore old pureblood traditions. "We Zabini's are blessed with three, protection, knowledge and strength." As she spoke mother turned her back and lifted her hair to reveal the three runes that ran down her spine, then with a shimmer the runes disappeared from view and she turned back to face me. "Every Zabini wears their runes in the same place and for most of us the runes have no physical affect on our magic. I believe you may be more susceptible to them however as your magic seems to resonate most deeply with Cleopatra's own."
"So have the runes been there my entire life?" I asked as my hand unconsciously rubbed the back of my neck.
"Yes and no. Yes, because no transfiguration magic can remove them, only cover them. You would have subconsciously drawn on their power when you felt like you needed it most. No, because true embodiment of those runes relies on the strength of family, hence why you felt the magic envelope you when the ministry magically acknowledged who you really are."
Nipsy popped into our presence then, interrupting the conversation and as she conversed with Mother, I allowed myself a few seconds to sort the information. My thirst for knowledge had always been above and beyond the ordinary, neither my friends nor the Grangers had been able to keep up. But now things started to make sense, my love of reading from such an early age and the massive library with the private office space on the top floor. My thirst for knowledge was hereditary.
"The interior designer is here," Mother said softly, pulling me from my thoughts and I nodded before finishing my tea and following her to the hallway where she was warmly greeting an old but very fashionable witch. Her hair was a mess of white curls that circled her head like a halo and her green eyes were alive in a heavily wrinkled face. She wore robes of bright pink and walked with a white cane, but the energy she exuded made me wonder if the cane was for show or just a prop she'd affected with age.
"Hermione meet Signora Bianchi," Mother said as she broke away from the woman and indicated for me to join them. "Signora Bianchi is a very old family friend. Friend of my Mother's actually," Mother said softly.
"Hermione, sei cresciuto così tanto," Signora Bianchi fired off in rapid Italian as she swept me into a tight, perfumed hug. When she broke away, she looked at me with raised eyebrows before she turned to Mother. "Lei non conosce la lingua?"
"È una lunga storia," Mother fired back.
"Minchiata!" The woman exclaimed and Mother blushed slightly before she laughed while Signora Bianchi turned to me.
"As I was saying Hermione. You've grown so much. You look exactly like your mother did when she was your age," Signora Bianchi said with a soft smile which I tried to return as best I could, but I was a little overwhelmed.
"I'm sorry Signora Bianchi-,"
"Oh, fuck all that Signora bullshit. Call me Zia. It means Aunt," Signora Bianchi said over me with a laugh and a wave of her hand.
"Zia! Language please, not around the kids," Mother flustered and I stifled a giggle as Zia gave me a conspiratorial wink.
"Stai zitto cara, they're of age are they not," Zia said, waving away mother's concerns.
"Zia!" Mother exclaimed but the woman was already moving, sweeping me under her arm as she led us towards the stairs.
"What did you say before?" I asked, curiosity burning as per usual.
"I said that you'd grown, and then asked Portia why you don't speak the language. Your mother tells me it's a long story. I say bullshit," Zia said, her booming voice echoing around the halls and I laughed quietly. "Yes, yes, laugh piccolina… little one, to you, your mother tells me you don't like my decorating!" Zia said conspiratorially and I grimaced.
"I love your decorating Zia!" I said quickly, eager to please the grandmotherly figure. She only clicked her tongue as we turned into the East wing.
"Then why am I here huh? I could be enjoying the weather back home, ma no, I'm here in England dealing with this tepid weather you call summer. Merde. Piccolina you must learn to lie better," Zia asked, shaking her head and I blushed heavily.
"No no, Zia, I do love it, I'm just not a pink girl," I insisted. Zia only clucked her tongue and began jabbering away to herself in Italian while casting me dark looks as she threw open the door to my rooms.
"Blaise!" Zia exclaimed and I poked my head around to see that Blaise had decided to host a tea party in my sitting room. But before I could say anything Zia had rushed across the room to envelope my twin in a hug and then started a rapid conversation that I couldn't follow. Malfoy was sat lounging against another window seat reading a book while Pansy, Ginny, Daphne and Tracey seemed to be having an animated discussion.
"What the fuck are you all doing in here?" I asked to no one in particular. Malfoy looked up and gave me the same devilish smirk that had turned my legs to jelly last night while Pansy only waggled her fingers at me.
"Blaise suggested we wait here for you," Tracey said in explanation and I glared at my brother who was now looking at me with a mischievous glint in his eye before he whispered something to Zia.
"Blaise I'm warning you if you're telling her to make my room red and gold or green and silver, you won't want to walk in here ever again. I've learnt some very interesting wards recently," I snarled. Blaise blushed and gulped heavily while Zia burst out laughing.
"Ah so much fire. You definitely inherited the Zabini spirit. Come piccolina, let us choose some colours you do like si?"
Tesoro - Treasure
sei cresciuto così tanto – you have grown so much
Lei non conosce la lingua – She doesn't speak the language
È una lunga storia – It's a long story
Minchiata – Bullshit
Zia – Aunt
Stai zitto cara – Shut up dear
Piccolina – little one
Ma no – but no
Merde- (basically like shit/fuck/insert random swear word)
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I most definitely didn't have 'Pony' by Ginuwine on repeat during that scene *hides face*. I really enjoyed writing this chapter, and I'm enjoying it loads more in first person too.
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