A/N: My goal is to finish this story before school starts. Think I can do it?
Lucky for you, more thoughts on Draco! Can I get a whoop whoop?
Disclaimer: [raises fist] J.K. Rowling's characters. And "Pretty Girl" by Sugarcult.
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Draco traced Laurant's jawline with his fingertips.
The only explanation why women were put on earth was to serve men, Draco's father always told him. For the longest time he had bought it, but Laurant came around and confused that. Draco wished he could see her smile again.
It hadn't registered to him that she was going to be slowly destroyed by her own father. But now as he lay there, staring at her closed eyelids, and her dry face from the salt of tears, he doubt he could deny himself anymore. But it was okay to love her now, right? She wasn't going to live long anyhow.
bi No, it isn't okay, shitface./b/i
So, he, Draco Malfoy, had the prettiest girl in school, and he bed her. That was usually the deal, and it ended there. Somehow Laurant just had to fuck with his feelings.
Draco looked sideways under Laurant's forearm. There it bore a three inch long scar, proving to the world that Voldemort had stole some of her life away and kept it somewhere inside himself. The heart that encircled the thirteen above her arm was bright, the bracelet that concealed it was nowhere to be seen. Her watch stopped working... at least the right way. The hand on the watch moved backwards. Draco sighed and looked at his own.
It was twenty to six.
"Shit," He muttered. "Laur-" What the fuck should he call her now?! He shook his head. "Laurant."
Her eyes opened. Draco wasn't sure if it was her at all. Her bright grey orbs had dulled, leaving her the look of being sightless. "There's a feast at six o' clock." Draco tried to explain quickly, but he didn't think Laurant heard him. "iLaurant/i."
Laurant was aware of Draco's desperate attempt to wake her, and she was awake.
"Harry."
The name, least to say, surprised them both.
i"What?!"/i Draco considered that she had gone insane.
Laurant somehow knew he was nearby. Maybe she was going crazy. Her hopes were so high she actually believed he was somewhere within the premesis of the castle she remained in. "Feast?" She asked Draco.
Draco looked at her, and then nearly stumbled out of the bed and threw his hood over his head. "Someone will come get you." And turned to leave.
"Draco?" He turned around, his dark robes swishing against eachother.
iI need you to make sure that Harry gets here safely to destroy all of you and rescue me./i Laurant shook her head, and without another word Draco fled her room.
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Laurant stared down at the silent crowd sitting at the large table that held their lord at one end.
i What is this? A Let's-Celebrate-Rianne's-Death-So-That-Our-Lord-May-Live-Feast?/i
The black dress she had to wear against her will made every step she took a near trip to the ground. It was black silk with black beads, and it was long enough so that Laurant couldn't walk without holding on to something for balance. Like she was playing dress up at an older age. It was either the dress or the shoes.
Oh and the shoes! They had to make her as tall as Draco, if not, taller. And he was a good five or six inches taller than her.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she was stranded. Laurant half-wished the same two Death Eaters had come to pick her up and bring her to her chair, but they didn't. Lucius and Draco came up behind her. Laurant didn't realize the Death Eaters had removed their hoods, revealing their identities. Laurant knew some of them.
There was hand on her shoulder as Lucius passed by without a word. Another hand slipped into hers, and Laurant looked to her right to see Draco, looking odd with his hair pushed back and frozen there. She didn't move when he walked forward and he gave her a questioning look. She lifted up the skirt of her dress to show him the shoes.
Draco receded a few steps and wrapped his arm around her waist and helped her to her chair. Laurant mouthed a "thank you" as he sat across from her beside his father. Laurant almost jumped when she found that Voldemort was only to her left, his snake eyes gleaming brightly.
"Eat, my sssweet. You need your strength." That thing said, acknowledging her plate.
Laurant was offended. Food wasn't to her liking, and she wasn't going to eat. "Strength?" She laughed at him. The Death Eaters surrounding the table looked at her incredulously. "You're ibound/i to take it away. Call it a hunch."
Voldemort narrowed his golden eyes. "I will have none of your sssassss, daughter."
"Now you actually sound like a father. How about acting like one? Not every father, well, yannow, cuts open their daughter and draws out her damned life." It was clear to Laurant, that she could back talk him all she wanted, she was going to die anyway. Might as well make the last moments of her life enjoyable. It was the glares of the Death Eaters that annoyed her, but Draco covered that. He almost laughed at her behavior.
Voldemort said nothing. He only stared at Laurant, who wasn't eating, but staring out the window that looked beyond a barren field. "Eat." He demanded.
Laurant simply pushed her plate away and stood up. Her flesh crawled when Voldemort grabbed her wrist. "Wherre do you think you arrre going?"
Laurant didn't want to go anywhere when she saw a snake, the size of three fat men, slither around the table in a lazy manner. Its closed eyes confirmed that it was blind. Despite the heals, she moved away from it.
Must be the family pet.
The snake moved out of the incredibly large dining room and into a seperate room that Laurant didn't know of. Turning to her father, she spat "To my room." And yanked her wrist free. She was dancing on his patience, and it felt good. Laurant knew that he knew he couldn't do anything to her. Two hooded Death Eaters, this time, did glide her up the stairs.
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"You know I think there are two of them standing outside," Laurant breathed when Draco came in, holding something behind his back. Her first thought was: iOh my God, its a knife. He's going to punish me for back talking Voldem-... my father. No, no he's going to kill me./i
When Draco brought out his hand it was a red apple. "I had permission." He handed the apple to her.
"I'm not hungry." Laurant said directly to the apple he placed in her hands. Draco raised his eyebrows.
"You're never hungry, what's wrong with you?" Laurant shrugged.
"You know you can't keep finding excuses to come in here whilst I remain in this castle." Wow, she was on a role. The sharp tone used with Voldemort was back.
"I was only bringing you food." Draco said with a grin on his face. Laurant didn't grin back.
"Really? I was under the impression that you came to get a good fuck before I'm killed by that bastard downstairs." Draco gawked at her.
ibShe just sees right through you, doesn't she?/i/b
"Well, I'm sorry Drakie," She threw the apple to him, and he caught it. "I'm not exactly in the mood to be anyone's whore." Laurant crossed her arms. Making Draco feel like an idiot. Both never lost eye contact as he stepped forward. The yelling didn't have the same effect when her eyes didn't have that bright glow in them.
Laurant didn't move when Draco took the small of her back and his face invaded her personal space. The heels were off, and she had to look up to get a clear view of his silvery blue eyes.
"I'll leave, I just want a good-night kiss." Laurant had to refrain from slapping him. Instead,
"Fuck you." Draco shut her up with his mouth. Laurant's hand flew backward and landed on the vanity, trying to keep up her balance from the force Draco exerted.
"Sweet dreams," Draco murmured after pulling away. Laurant's mind screamed as he drawed near to the door.
iDon't go! Don't leave me here!
bYou need to play his game for him to stay, dollface./b/i
Didn't she get him to stay previously without being stripped of her clothes? She could maybe do it again. It was a BIG maybe, but it could do. Laurant found it degrading to fall into his arms everytime to have what she wanted. Even if it did consider Harry's life.
biYou want him like a fat kid want cake./b/i
"I do not," Laurant muttered, inducing Draco to turn around. iNow or never, I'm assuming./i Before turning around, Laurant cast him an icy glare. iJust play his game. /i
Laurant began to undo the strings to the dress and slipped it off. Looking in the mirror before her, she could see Draco was standing by the door, refusing to leave. Laurant had a lacy black slip underneath. Compliments from the man of the house. She took out the ribbon that bound her hair in a long braid, and let the locks fall back in place, and ignored when Draco was behind her and brought his hands to her shoulders.
iYou know for a Death Eater, his hands are incredibly warm./i
Laurant watched as Draco's hands skated down her arms, and his lip fell on the bend between her neck and her shoulder. So who won the game? That was to perplex her as Draco's hands roamed all over her body. That came to a halt when there was a brisk knock on the door.
Laurant cleared her throat. "What?"
"Miss, Sir Lucius wishes to see his son."
Laurant blushed. "Draco, your father wishes to see you." She whispered, but was smiling.
Draco lifted his head and kissed her. "I'll be back."
"No you won't." Laurant called after him.
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The listless dark was scary. The fire had gone out, and Laurant didn't want to get up and start it again. Sleep didn't find her, and she knew it never will.
Somehow she iknew/i Harry, and possibly others, were nearby. It was a strong feeling. It was doubtful, very doubtful. But the feeling was comforting and kept Laurant from having a possibe nervous breakdown. The other comforting act was
i(Draco)/i
that at least she wasn't to be killed right away. Some said its better if you're killed instantly, so the wait doesn't drive you crazy. Laurant begged to differ. Death did sound comforting, and worth the wait. In the meantime, she could treat Voldemort like the piece of shit that he is. And there is plenty of glory in doing that.
Laurant didn't think much further when a hand slipped over her mouth, stifling her scream. Hell, she didn't hear Draco come in, how the fuck did he get in? It was dark and silent, she should have heard him.
His hand struggled to pull off her slip, eager now. Laurant broke the kiss to make sure it iwas/i him. Yes it was, a few stray hairs escaping the gelled dome. Draco's mouth quickly found its way to hers and then to her thigh, where the slip retreated to expose more of her skin. He waved his arm towards the large window on the side of the room, and the drapes flew open, filtering in soft moonlight. Just enough so that Laurant could see a cut was added to Draco's forehead, blood slowly trickling down the side. It didn't seem to stop him from attacking her neck with his tongue.
"Draco," Laurant sounded strangled when she gasped for air.
"Mmm," Draco was playing at the strings of her black slip. Laurant put a finger to the blood that rested on his brow.
"What happened?"
Draco was irritated. "My father didn't like the fact that I was here, with you, taking my time giving you that apple." He pulled off his own shirt along with Laurant's black slip and tossed them both to the ground.
Laurant knew the feeling of being hit by a father, but it struck her as odd that Lucius hit his son. Draco looked stronger than he did. She threw back her head as Draco bit in to her chest. "What if he finds out... Why are you here?"
"I can't fucking get enough of you."
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What the hell did Dumbledore expect? Did he really think Harry could do it alone?
Two Death Eaters come and tie him to some damn tree. His glasses are gone, his wand in two. He thought he got one of them good when he chucked a rock at his or her head, but it only made him or her angrier. Harry was weak when they attacked. He hadn't eaten, and it was cold outside. Walking around mindlessly trying to figure out yet again where the scream came from.
There he was, tied to a big oak tree, bloody and bruised. Thanks, Professor Dumbledore, thanks-a-fuckin' lot.
Harry thought it over, and the more he thought, the more he started to think that it was an impersonation of Dumbledore telling him to come here. How did he already know about Rianne? It was just too perfect, and Harry missed it in his climacteric effort to save her. He knew Voldemort was much stronger, and getting stronger as he was tied with a rope around his abdomen, cutting off his air if he wasn't careful.
The pain was unbearable. Harry closed his eyes, wishing it away, but was engulfed by darkness that wasn't of sleep.
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Red trails followed Laurant's fingernails as they skidded across Draco's back. He lay on his stomach, his head resting on his arms.
"Did you fuck Potter?" The question was random, and Laurant discontinued her back scratching.
i"What?!"/i The question made her laugh a little. Draco grabbed her wrist and flipped over on his back, and could barely contain himself when Laurant straddled his hips.
"Did you or no?"
"No." Laurant laughed again.
"Then why are you laughing?"
"You asked out of no where."
"You did fuck him, didn't you?"
"No!" Laurant had a hard time controlling the continuous barks of laughter. "Why are we talking about him anyway?" The laughing stopped when her surroundings became reality, and so did her situation. This was besides the naked Draco beneath her, and his hair in a corkscrew twist.
Draco shrugged. "So you didn't-"
"No."
"Then I must be the only one you..."
Laurant sighed. "You are." Draco seemed satisfied and ground his lips into hers.
"Wait until you tell all your friends that Draco Malfoy de-flowered you." Draco said huskily before switching position so that Laurant was beneath him.
"I meant the only one at Hogwart's." Laurant wished she held her tongue, but the words simply tumbled out of her mouth, not allowing her a chance to hold them back.
Draco should have known. No woman was born with experience. He congratulated the man, or men, who had taught her her ways in bed. Ignoring the point she made, Draco tossed her under the covers, grinning on the way down.
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i Pretty girl is suffering as he confesses everything. Pretty soon she'll figure out what his intentions were about./i
Laurant lay in bed, listening to Draco's breathing. The same song reeled in her head for a while now, trying to form a strong blockade against the thoughts that would haunt her. It helped, but not enough. Why did she keep coming back to him? iAnd that's what you get for falling again, you can never get him out of your head./i No matter what, somehow she ended up next to him in bed, deprived of her clothes and her sanity.
Even now, as she signed her death warrant and let Voldemort slowly take her life away, there was Draco breathing down her neck begging for her to come to bed with him. And she came willingly. iYeah, that's what you get for falling again, you'll bnever/b get him out of your head./i That's why she suffered while everyone was asleep, so that she could plaster a big 'ol smile on her face in the morning.
iShe's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego and her killer instinct tells her to be aware of evil men./i
But hadn't he told her that he loved her? Of course he did, Laurant had a weakness for sweet talkers. Draco would melt her heart with his words and somehow have her flat on her back in the same night; like it was some kind of sick talent. iAnd that's what you get for falling again, you can never him out of your head./i Laurant knew that she was the only girl he wanted out of the castle she had to reside in against her will, and why not get what he could out of her before it was too late? It was too obvious to disregard.
Draco had his bait, it wasn't only his sweet talking, was it? iIt's the way that he makes you feel./i Laurant bit the side of cheek to keep the warm tears from shedding. iIt's the way that he kisses you./i A small, cold puddle formed under her cheek. Her tongue started to bleed under the weight of her teeth, not helping to keep in the tears as Laurant flipped her pillow to the opposite side.
iIt's the way that he makes you bfall in love/b/i.
Laurant was careful not to disturb the arm the lay possessively around her hip. Hastily she wiped the tears off of her face when she felt Draco nuzzle the crook of her neck. iFace it doll, you want him to love you./i Her mind added before he spoke.
"What's wrong, babe?"
"What?" Laurant's voice doubled over, causing it to break. Not the cover she was going for.
"Why are you crying?"
"I'm not."
"Bullshit, you are too." Laurant didn't respond. "Tell me what's wrong."
"Nothing's wrong." Draco sighed in frustration. "You should go before your dad finds out you're here." Laurant blurted. Dawn started to break through the night clouds.
"What's he gonna do if he does?" Draco asked, totally forgetting about his faade.
Laurant glared at him. "I don't want him to hurt you again." Draco melded his lips into hers.
"He won't find out."
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"Sir, I request your permission to walk around the grounds." Laurant inquired her snake-like father. "I won't go far." i Not that I can./i
Voldemort gave what looked like a curt nod, before letting his Death Eaters grovel at his feet. Laurant turned on her heel and walked out of the throned room. She needed the walk, staying in one spot made her insane. Her wardrobe had changed. Her shirt was a blood red velvet, the sleeves coming out in to bells at the ends of her wrists. Laurant refused to wear a skirt, so in place were a pair of black pants. Draco's locket completed the outfit.
Even in the last days of Laurant's life, she only felt secure with eyeliner on.
Laurant shoved open the doors and stepped outside into the cold morning. The cold became part of Laurant, her room wasn't exactly warm when the fire went out. Turning around to get a better look at the castle, Laurant saw in place was a small shack. Laurant was glad that she was outside, and that Draco was in. That's what mattered. But all she had to do was think about him to make him appear out of nowhere.
"God, you scared me." Laurant said as Draco creeped up behind her. "You're not coming with me are you?" Laurant asked, semi-hopeful.
"My lord asked that I come with you." Draco wrapped an arm around her waste, his body heat clashing with hers, making her a bit warmer.
"Don't call him that, call him Frank or something, just not that." Shivers danced up her spine when she heard him laugh. He guided her towards a patch of trees, a sorry excuse for a forest. Walking in silence sent pangs of discomfort, and Laurant imitated the gesture of wrapping her own arm around Draco's waist. "You know His Infernal Majesty is going mainstream. Thank you, MtV." Saying random things helped build conversations, didn't they?
"Who are they?"
Laurant let out a dramatic gasp. "Sacrilege, darling." Laurant stopped between two trees, a terrible feeling washing over her. It was a mix of triumph and fear. Draco gaped at her questioningly. "You never told me why you were gone so long last night."
"I told you my father and I had an argument."
Laurant's eyes drifted towards the ground, her eye catching upon a pair of broken glasses that resembled Harry's. Draco followed her gaze, and almost bit his own tongue off. iDon't move, maybe she won't say anything./i Laurant didn't say anything, but broke away from Draco and leaned against the trunk of a tree to regain her composure.
"He's here." Laurant's hands grasped her head, and she closed her eyes. "He's around here somewhere." Her eyes shot open and searched frantically about the forest. "Harry," The name was barely above a whisper.
"Laurant," Draco called her, but she ignored him. "Laurant, wait."
"Harry?" Laurant turned around and moved along the maze of trees. Looks can decieve, anyone could easily be lost in the small area of woods. "iHarry."/i
"Laurant, iwait/i." Draco reached out to grab her, but she shuffled out of reach.
Heart pounding, Laurant moved faster, calling Harry's name, each time growing louder. i"Harry!"/i
Draco leapt forward and caught her, before she could go any further. "Laurant, listen to me-"
"Let igo!/i" Laurant struggled, but wasn't much of a match against Draco's muscular arms.
"Laurant, would you... just... ilisten?/i"
"It's Rianne, you motherfucker." Rianne elbowed him in the stomach, getting a milisecond of time to get away. Draco tackled her to the ground, her dark hair flying free from its ribbon. No words were allowed to come out of her mouth when Draco's tongue forced its way in.
"If you had any sense at all you'd come back to-" Draco was interrupted by her hand. His face was forced to the right; she had slapped him. He pinned down her arms with his hands.
"You killed him. iYou fucking killed him didn't you?!/i" Laurant's knee lurched upward, connecting with Draco's groin. He fell to the side in agony.
"iHe'll kill you, you crazy bitch!/i" Draco tried to call out above his pain, Laurant had run off into the dark.
Looking behind every tree on the way, and her breathing could be heard above the rustle of what leaves remained on the ground. Frost made them break under Laurant's footsteps, and went silent when she found a limp hand portruding from a tree with a rope tied around it. "Harry..." Laurant felt like she was in a dream. The kind where the air became as thick as syrup, and breathing was laborious. The air became colder, red haze threatening to overcome Laurant's vision. Red haze won, and before Laurant lost herself to the ground, she fell into open arms.
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Laurant looked back at reflection, expecting the figure to answer the questions that discombobulated her mind. All in all, Laurant knew what was going on. Her stubborness must've taken three hours off of her life, and before it could totally destroy her and bury her under the dead leaves, Draco brought her back.
If Laurant lay a certain way on the large bed, she could watch herself and Draco's reflection without being noticed. Laurant came to the conclusion he was waiting for her to wake up, but she was lost for words. Pretending to still be unconscious was much easier.
Draco knew she was awake, but he didn't know what to say either. In doing, he resided to staring blankly at his perfectly manicured fingernails until one of them broke the endeavoring silence. iI should never have kissed her./i
The window that looked beyond the castle revealed that it had started to rain. Laurant closed her eyes to rid the notification of Harry's existence.
"He's dead, isn't he?"
"Might as well be."
Laurant sat up to get a clearer view of the gray outdoors. Rain coated the window in water droplets, obscuring the vision of what was outside. Amazing how the appearance of that beat-down shack looked incredibly different within its walls. Draco shifted so that his legs hung over the side of the bed.
"What's wrong?" Laurant acknowledged Draco's hiss of pain. He looked at her with mild surprise.
"That's your doing." Laurant smiled at the memory of Draco rolling over in anguish. "It's not funny, I can barely walk."
"I'm sorry." Laurant half-laughed. iAnd that's what you get for falling again, you can never get him out of your head. /i
"Bullshit." Draco licked his lips before answering to the tug at the hem of his shirt; groaning inwardly when Laurant's fingernails grazed his skin. Her nails skated around the reddening slashes from the previous night, before allwoing her lips to brush against the back of his neck.
"You're fucking cruel, you know that? First, taking away my ability to move..." Draco trailed off when Laurant's lips closed on his ear. "Stop, or I'm going to have to hurt you." Her palm wandered to the front of his torso, making him shiver. He threw his shirt to the ground and crushed his lips into hers.
The faint knocking on the door didn't disturb the two, but the feeble voice behind it did.
"Miss, His Majesty asks that you be down in the hall, wearing something nice, in lessan halfa hour."
Draco moaned loudly to her hair before sitting up. "Need help getting dressed?" He grinned broadly.
Laurant shook her head. "I'm afraid it may be too much physical activity for you." She ended the sentence in a dramatic sigh. "Out you go." Draco didn't leave until he placed another savory kiss to her lips. Then he left to meet up with the crowd forming in the hall below.
"Wonder what the occasion is."
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"Hey idad/i." Laurant's heart dropped at the sight of all the Death Eaters staring in her direction. Voldemort signaled for her to stand beside him, and partake in gazing up on the door in front of them.
"Asss all of you know, a relative of mine-"
"We have relatives?!" Laurant cried out.
"... is coming shortly. A very important addition to our army." There was a curt nod of the Death Eaters before Voldemort spoke directly to Laurant. "I want you to behave well. I will not have such a nuisance represent my daughter."
Laurant snorted.
"I have conjured up a punishment if you do not abide by what I have to say."
Pretending to be disinterested was a talent of Laurant's. It worked well through the silence and anticipation of waiting for a hooded figure to lead the tall man and a young woman into the grand hall. Laurant's blood ran cold when Voldemort smiled.
"Damien,"
'Damien' had thinning dark hair and hazel eyes sharp enough to pierce through anyone. He must've stood higher than six feet.
"My lord," Damien bowed. "My apologies, this is my daughter, Loretta."
Laurant's eyebrows furrowed. Loretta had long black hair and violet eyes. It seemed she tried very hard to wear as little clothing as possible, showing off whatever she could. She had an arrogant manner about her, arrogant but seductive.
Voldemort nodded. "This is Laurant," He said with a gesture of his hand. "She is our Guest of Honor; my daughter."
Laurant shook Damien's hand, avoiding his polite kiss on the back, and it looked awkward as the gesture was made. Shuffling noises came up behind Laurant, and she didn't need to look back to know who it was.
"This is Lucius Malfoy, my right hand man, and his son, Draco."
Laurant's eyes widened to the size of Loretta's hooped earrings when Draco kissed her hand. His eyes were already undressing her. He had found his perfect divertion away from Laurant. Loretta was amazingly gorgeous.
ibBut not as gorgeous as Laurant, right? Laurant doesn't wear that much makeup, and-/b
Shut up. /i
Laurant's eyes were fixed on Loretta's black heels, that made her stand a head taller than Laurant.
ibLook at Draco. Is that drool coming out of his mouth?!/b
I dont care.
b Sure you don't./b
Why the hell should I?!
b You really want me to answer that? You love him./b/i
Motherfuck. Laurant rolled her eyes. Feeling constrained while standing in the midst of discussion between the three fathers and Loretta flirting with Draco, Laurant expected one of the three dads to say: "Why don't you kids go on and play in the thorn bushes out back?"
Although it didn't seem humorous, but logical.
Finding it impossible to ignore Draco and Loretta's drooling over one another, Laurant interrupted all five of them when a small house elf crept cautiously in to the hall. Laurant spoke for it, "Hey I think supper's ready, shall we?" Laurant cast an icy glare to Draco and Loretta, who walked side by side to the large eating room.
"I don't care. I just simply don'ticare/i."
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Sorry for the long wait. I can't even get into my Secret Window fic, my computer's faggishness won't allow it. I'm sorry, and love to you all.
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Lucky for you, more thoughts on Draco! Can I get a whoop whoop?
Disclaimer: [raises fist] J.K. Rowling's characters. And "Pretty Girl" by Sugarcult.
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Draco traced Laurant's jawline with his fingertips.
The only explanation why women were put on earth was to serve men, Draco's father always told him. For the longest time he had bought it, but Laurant came around and confused that. Draco wished he could see her smile again.
It hadn't registered to him that she was going to be slowly destroyed by her own father. But now as he lay there, staring at her closed eyelids, and her dry face from the salt of tears, he doubt he could deny himself anymore. But it was okay to love her now, right? She wasn't going to live long anyhow.
bi No, it isn't okay, shitface./b/i
So, he, Draco Malfoy, had the prettiest girl in school, and he bed her. That was usually the deal, and it ended there. Somehow Laurant just had to fuck with his feelings.
Draco looked sideways under Laurant's forearm. There it bore a three inch long scar, proving to the world that Voldemort had stole some of her life away and kept it somewhere inside himself. The heart that encircled the thirteen above her arm was bright, the bracelet that concealed it was nowhere to be seen. Her watch stopped working... at least the right way. The hand on the watch moved backwards. Draco sighed and looked at his own.
It was twenty to six.
"Shit," He muttered. "Laur-" What the fuck should he call her now?! He shook his head. "Laurant."
Her eyes opened. Draco wasn't sure if it was her at all. Her bright grey orbs had dulled, leaving her the look of being sightless. "There's a feast at six o' clock." Draco tried to explain quickly, but he didn't think Laurant heard him. "iLaurant/i."
Laurant was aware of Draco's desperate attempt to wake her, and she was awake.
"Harry."
The name, least to say, surprised them both.
i"What?!"/i Draco considered that she had gone insane.
Laurant somehow knew he was nearby. Maybe she was going crazy. Her hopes were so high she actually believed he was somewhere within the premesis of the castle she remained in. "Feast?" She asked Draco.
Draco looked at her, and then nearly stumbled out of the bed and threw his hood over his head. "Someone will come get you." And turned to leave.
"Draco?" He turned around, his dark robes swishing against eachother.
iI need you to make sure that Harry gets here safely to destroy all of you and rescue me./i Laurant shook her head, and without another word Draco fled her room.
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Laurant stared down at the silent crowd sitting at the large table that held their lord at one end.
i What is this? A Let's-Celebrate-Rianne's-Death-So-That-Our-Lord-May-Live-Feast?/i
The black dress she had to wear against her will made every step she took a near trip to the ground. It was black silk with black beads, and it was long enough so that Laurant couldn't walk without holding on to something for balance. Like she was playing dress up at an older age. It was either the dress or the shoes.
Oh and the shoes! They had to make her as tall as Draco, if not, taller. And he was a good five or six inches taller than her.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she was stranded. Laurant half-wished the same two Death Eaters had come to pick her up and bring her to her chair, but they didn't. Lucius and Draco came up behind her. Laurant didn't realize the Death Eaters had removed their hoods, revealing their identities. Laurant knew some of them.
There was hand on her shoulder as Lucius passed by without a word. Another hand slipped into hers, and Laurant looked to her right to see Draco, looking odd with his hair pushed back and frozen there. She didn't move when he walked forward and he gave her a questioning look. She lifted up the skirt of her dress to show him the shoes.
Draco receded a few steps and wrapped his arm around her waist and helped her to her chair. Laurant mouthed a "thank you" as he sat across from her beside his father. Laurant almost jumped when she found that Voldemort was only to her left, his snake eyes gleaming brightly.
"Eat, my sssweet. You need your strength." That thing said, acknowledging her plate.
Laurant was offended. Food wasn't to her liking, and she wasn't going to eat. "Strength?" She laughed at him. The Death Eaters surrounding the table looked at her incredulously. "You're ibound/i to take it away. Call it a hunch."
Voldemort narrowed his golden eyes. "I will have none of your sssassss, daughter."
"Now you actually sound like a father. How about acting like one? Not every father, well, yannow, cuts open their daughter and draws out her damned life." It was clear to Laurant, that she could back talk him all she wanted, she was going to die anyway. Might as well make the last moments of her life enjoyable. It was the glares of the Death Eaters that annoyed her, but Draco covered that. He almost laughed at her behavior.
Voldemort said nothing. He only stared at Laurant, who wasn't eating, but staring out the window that looked beyond a barren field. "Eat." He demanded.
Laurant simply pushed her plate away and stood up. Her flesh crawled when Voldemort grabbed her wrist. "Wherre do you think you arrre going?"
Laurant didn't want to go anywhere when she saw a snake, the size of three fat men, slither around the table in a lazy manner. Its closed eyes confirmed that it was blind. Despite the heals, she moved away from it.
Must be the family pet.
The snake moved out of the incredibly large dining room and into a seperate room that Laurant didn't know of. Turning to her father, she spat "To my room." And yanked her wrist free. She was dancing on his patience, and it felt good. Laurant knew that he knew he couldn't do anything to her. Two hooded Death Eaters, this time, did glide her up the stairs.
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"You know I think there are two of them standing outside," Laurant breathed when Draco came in, holding something behind his back. Her first thought was: iOh my God, its a knife. He's going to punish me for back talking Voldem-... my father. No, no he's going to kill me./i
When Draco brought out his hand it was a red apple. "I had permission." He handed the apple to her.
"I'm not hungry." Laurant said directly to the apple he placed in her hands. Draco raised his eyebrows.
"You're never hungry, what's wrong with you?" Laurant shrugged.
"You know you can't keep finding excuses to come in here whilst I remain in this castle." Wow, she was on a role. The sharp tone used with Voldemort was back.
"I was only bringing you food." Draco said with a grin on his face. Laurant didn't grin back.
"Really? I was under the impression that you came to get a good fuck before I'm killed by that bastard downstairs." Draco gawked at her.
ibShe just sees right through you, doesn't she?/i/b
"Well, I'm sorry Drakie," She threw the apple to him, and he caught it. "I'm not exactly in the mood to be anyone's whore." Laurant crossed her arms. Making Draco feel like an idiot. Both never lost eye contact as he stepped forward. The yelling didn't have the same effect when her eyes didn't have that bright glow in them.
Laurant didn't move when Draco took the small of her back and his face invaded her personal space. The heels were off, and she had to look up to get a clear view of his silvery blue eyes.
"I'll leave, I just want a good-night kiss." Laurant had to refrain from slapping him. Instead,
"Fuck you." Draco shut her up with his mouth. Laurant's hand flew backward and landed on the vanity, trying to keep up her balance from the force Draco exerted.
"Sweet dreams," Draco murmured after pulling away. Laurant's mind screamed as he drawed near to the door.
iDon't go! Don't leave me here!
bYou need to play his game for him to stay, dollface./b/i
Didn't she get him to stay previously without being stripped of her clothes? She could maybe do it again. It was a BIG maybe, but it could do. Laurant found it degrading to fall into his arms everytime to have what she wanted. Even if it did consider Harry's life.
biYou want him like a fat kid want cake./b/i
"I do not," Laurant muttered, inducing Draco to turn around. iNow or never, I'm assuming./i Before turning around, Laurant cast him an icy glare. iJust play his game. /i
Laurant began to undo the strings to the dress and slipped it off. Looking in the mirror before her, she could see Draco was standing by the door, refusing to leave. Laurant had a lacy black slip underneath. Compliments from the man of the house. She took out the ribbon that bound her hair in a long braid, and let the locks fall back in place, and ignored when Draco was behind her and brought his hands to her shoulders.
iYou know for a Death Eater, his hands are incredibly warm./i
Laurant watched as Draco's hands skated down her arms, and his lip fell on the bend between her neck and her shoulder. So who won the game? That was to perplex her as Draco's hands roamed all over her body. That came to a halt when there was a brisk knock on the door.
Laurant cleared her throat. "What?"
"Miss, Sir Lucius wishes to see his son."
Laurant blushed. "Draco, your father wishes to see you." She whispered, but was smiling.
Draco lifted his head and kissed her. "I'll be back."
"No you won't." Laurant called after him.
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The listless dark was scary. The fire had gone out, and Laurant didn't want to get up and start it again. Sleep didn't find her, and she knew it never will.
Somehow she iknew/i Harry, and possibly others, were nearby. It was a strong feeling. It was doubtful, very doubtful. But the feeling was comforting and kept Laurant from having a possibe nervous breakdown. The other comforting act was
i(Draco)/i
that at least she wasn't to be killed right away. Some said its better if you're killed instantly, so the wait doesn't drive you crazy. Laurant begged to differ. Death did sound comforting, and worth the wait. In the meantime, she could treat Voldemort like the piece of shit that he is. And there is plenty of glory in doing that.
Laurant didn't think much further when a hand slipped over her mouth, stifling her scream. Hell, she didn't hear Draco come in, how the fuck did he get in? It was dark and silent, she should have heard him.
His hand struggled to pull off her slip, eager now. Laurant broke the kiss to make sure it iwas/i him. Yes it was, a few stray hairs escaping the gelled dome. Draco's mouth quickly found its way to hers and then to her thigh, where the slip retreated to expose more of her skin. He waved his arm towards the large window on the side of the room, and the drapes flew open, filtering in soft moonlight. Just enough so that Laurant could see a cut was added to Draco's forehead, blood slowly trickling down the side. It didn't seem to stop him from attacking her neck with his tongue.
"Draco," Laurant sounded strangled when she gasped for air.
"Mmm," Draco was playing at the strings of her black slip. Laurant put a finger to the blood that rested on his brow.
"What happened?"
Draco was irritated. "My father didn't like the fact that I was here, with you, taking my time giving you that apple." He pulled off his own shirt along with Laurant's black slip and tossed them both to the ground.
Laurant knew the feeling of being hit by a father, but it struck her as odd that Lucius hit his son. Draco looked stronger than he did. She threw back her head as Draco bit in to her chest. "What if he finds out... Why are you here?"
"I can't fucking get enough of you."
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What the hell did Dumbledore expect? Did he really think Harry could do it alone?
Two Death Eaters come and tie him to some damn tree. His glasses are gone, his wand in two. He thought he got one of them good when he chucked a rock at his or her head, but it only made him or her angrier. Harry was weak when they attacked. He hadn't eaten, and it was cold outside. Walking around mindlessly trying to figure out yet again where the scream came from.
There he was, tied to a big oak tree, bloody and bruised. Thanks, Professor Dumbledore, thanks-a-fuckin' lot.
Harry thought it over, and the more he thought, the more he started to think that it was an impersonation of Dumbledore telling him to come here. How did he already know about Rianne? It was just too perfect, and Harry missed it in his climacteric effort to save her. He knew Voldemort was much stronger, and getting stronger as he was tied with a rope around his abdomen, cutting off his air if he wasn't careful.
The pain was unbearable. Harry closed his eyes, wishing it away, but was engulfed by darkness that wasn't of sleep.
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Red trails followed Laurant's fingernails as they skidded across Draco's back. He lay on his stomach, his head resting on his arms.
"Did you fuck Potter?" The question was random, and Laurant discontinued her back scratching.
i"What?!"/i The question made her laugh a little. Draco grabbed her wrist and flipped over on his back, and could barely contain himself when Laurant straddled his hips.
"Did you or no?"
"No." Laurant laughed again.
"Then why are you laughing?"
"You asked out of no where."
"You did fuck him, didn't you?"
"No!" Laurant had a hard time controlling the continuous barks of laughter. "Why are we talking about him anyway?" The laughing stopped when her surroundings became reality, and so did her situation. This was besides the naked Draco beneath her, and his hair in a corkscrew twist.
Draco shrugged. "So you didn't-"
"No."
"Then I must be the only one you..."
Laurant sighed. "You are." Draco seemed satisfied and ground his lips into hers.
"Wait until you tell all your friends that Draco Malfoy de-flowered you." Draco said huskily before switching position so that Laurant was beneath him.
"I meant the only one at Hogwart's." Laurant wished she held her tongue, but the words simply tumbled out of her mouth, not allowing her a chance to hold them back.
Draco should have known. No woman was born with experience. He congratulated the man, or men, who had taught her her ways in bed. Ignoring the point she made, Draco tossed her under the covers, grinning on the way down.
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i Pretty girl is suffering as he confesses everything. Pretty soon she'll figure out what his intentions were about./i
Laurant lay in bed, listening to Draco's breathing. The same song reeled in her head for a while now, trying to form a strong blockade against the thoughts that would haunt her. It helped, but not enough. Why did she keep coming back to him? iAnd that's what you get for falling again, you can never get him out of your head./i No matter what, somehow she ended up next to him in bed, deprived of her clothes and her sanity.
Even now, as she signed her death warrant and let Voldemort slowly take her life away, there was Draco breathing down her neck begging for her to come to bed with him. And she came willingly. iYeah, that's what you get for falling again, you'll bnever/b get him out of your head./i That's why she suffered while everyone was asleep, so that she could plaster a big 'ol smile on her face in the morning.
iShe's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego and her killer instinct tells her to be aware of evil men./i
But hadn't he told her that he loved her? Of course he did, Laurant had a weakness for sweet talkers. Draco would melt her heart with his words and somehow have her flat on her back in the same night; like it was some kind of sick talent. iAnd that's what you get for falling again, you can never him out of your head./i Laurant knew that she was the only girl he wanted out of the castle she had to reside in against her will, and why not get what he could out of her before it was too late? It was too obvious to disregard.
Draco had his bait, it wasn't only his sweet talking, was it? iIt's the way that he makes you feel./i Laurant bit the side of cheek to keep the warm tears from shedding. iIt's the way that he kisses you./i A small, cold puddle formed under her cheek. Her tongue started to bleed under the weight of her teeth, not helping to keep in the tears as Laurant flipped her pillow to the opposite side.
iIt's the way that he makes you bfall in love/b/i.
Laurant was careful not to disturb the arm the lay possessively around her hip. Hastily she wiped the tears off of her face when she felt Draco nuzzle the crook of her neck. iFace it doll, you want him to love you./i Her mind added before he spoke.
"What's wrong, babe?"
"What?" Laurant's voice doubled over, causing it to break. Not the cover she was going for.
"Why are you crying?"
"I'm not."
"Bullshit, you are too." Laurant didn't respond. "Tell me what's wrong."
"Nothing's wrong." Draco sighed in frustration. "You should go before your dad finds out you're here." Laurant blurted. Dawn started to break through the night clouds.
"What's he gonna do if he does?" Draco asked, totally forgetting about his faade.
Laurant glared at him. "I don't want him to hurt you again." Draco melded his lips into hers.
"He won't find out."
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"Sir, I request your permission to walk around the grounds." Laurant inquired her snake-like father. "I won't go far." i Not that I can./i
Voldemort gave what looked like a curt nod, before letting his Death Eaters grovel at his feet. Laurant turned on her heel and walked out of the throned room. She needed the walk, staying in one spot made her insane. Her wardrobe had changed. Her shirt was a blood red velvet, the sleeves coming out in to bells at the ends of her wrists. Laurant refused to wear a skirt, so in place were a pair of black pants. Draco's locket completed the outfit.
Even in the last days of Laurant's life, she only felt secure with eyeliner on.
Laurant shoved open the doors and stepped outside into the cold morning. The cold became part of Laurant, her room wasn't exactly warm when the fire went out. Turning around to get a better look at the castle, Laurant saw in place was a small shack. Laurant was glad that she was outside, and that Draco was in. That's what mattered. But all she had to do was think about him to make him appear out of nowhere.
"God, you scared me." Laurant said as Draco creeped up behind her. "You're not coming with me are you?" Laurant asked, semi-hopeful.
"My lord asked that I come with you." Draco wrapped an arm around her waste, his body heat clashing with hers, making her a bit warmer.
"Don't call him that, call him Frank or something, just not that." Shivers danced up her spine when she heard him laugh. He guided her towards a patch of trees, a sorry excuse for a forest. Walking in silence sent pangs of discomfort, and Laurant imitated the gesture of wrapping her own arm around Draco's waist. "You know His Infernal Majesty is going mainstream. Thank you, MtV." Saying random things helped build conversations, didn't they?
"Who are they?"
Laurant let out a dramatic gasp. "Sacrilege, darling." Laurant stopped between two trees, a terrible feeling washing over her. It was a mix of triumph and fear. Draco gaped at her questioningly. "You never told me why you were gone so long last night."
"I told you my father and I had an argument."
Laurant's eyes drifted towards the ground, her eye catching upon a pair of broken glasses that resembled Harry's. Draco followed her gaze, and almost bit his own tongue off. iDon't move, maybe she won't say anything./i Laurant didn't say anything, but broke away from Draco and leaned against the trunk of a tree to regain her composure.
"He's here." Laurant's hands grasped her head, and she closed her eyes. "He's around here somewhere." Her eyes shot open and searched frantically about the forest. "Harry," The name was barely above a whisper.
"Laurant," Draco called her, but she ignored him. "Laurant, wait."
"Harry?" Laurant turned around and moved along the maze of trees. Looks can decieve, anyone could easily be lost in the small area of woods. "iHarry."/i
"Laurant, iwait/i." Draco reached out to grab her, but she shuffled out of reach.
Heart pounding, Laurant moved faster, calling Harry's name, each time growing louder. i"Harry!"/i
Draco leapt forward and caught her, before she could go any further. "Laurant, listen to me-"
"Let igo!/i" Laurant struggled, but wasn't much of a match against Draco's muscular arms.
"Laurant, would you... just... ilisten?/i"
"It's Rianne, you motherfucker." Rianne elbowed him in the stomach, getting a milisecond of time to get away. Draco tackled her to the ground, her dark hair flying free from its ribbon. No words were allowed to come out of her mouth when Draco's tongue forced its way in.
"If you had any sense at all you'd come back to-" Draco was interrupted by her hand. His face was forced to the right; she had slapped him. He pinned down her arms with his hands.
"You killed him. iYou fucking killed him didn't you?!/i" Laurant's knee lurched upward, connecting with Draco's groin. He fell to the side in agony.
"iHe'll kill you, you crazy bitch!/i" Draco tried to call out above his pain, Laurant had run off into the dark.
Looking behind every tree on the way, and her breathing could be heard above the rustle of what leaves remained on the ground. Frost made them break under Laurant's footsteps, and went silent when she found a limp hand portruding from a tree with a rope tied around it. "Harry..." Laurant felt like she was in a dream. The kind where the air became as thick as syrup, and breathing was laborious. The air became colder, red haze threatening to overcome Laurant's vision. Red haze won, and before Laurant lost herself to the ground, she fell into open arms.
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Laurant looked back at reflection, expecting the figure to answer the questions that discombobulated her mind. All in all, Laurant knew what was going on. Her stubborness must've taken three hours off of her life, and before it could totally destroy her and bury her under the dead leaves, Draco brought her back.
If Laurant lay a certain way on the large bed, she could watch herself and Draco's reflection without being noticed. Laurant came to the conclusion he was waiting for her to wake up, but she was lost for words. Pretending to still be unconscious was much easier.
Draco knew she was awake, but he didn't know what to say either. In doing, he resided to staring blankly at his perfectly manicured fingernails until one of them broke the endeavoring silence. iI should never have kissed her./i
The window that looked beyond the castle revealed that it had started to rain. Laurant closed her eyes to rid the notification of Harry's existence.
"He's dead, isn't he?"
"Might as well be."
Laurant sat up to get a clearer view of the gray outdoors. Rain coated the window in water droplets, obscuring the vision of what was outside. Amazing how the appearance of that beat-down shack looked incredibly different within its walls. Draco shifted so that his legs hung over the side of the bed.
"What's wrong?" Laurant acknowledged Draco's hiss of pain. He looked at her with mild surprise.
"That's your doing." Laurant smiled at the memory of Draco rolling over in anguish. "It's not funny, I can barely walk."
"I'm sorry." Laurant half-laughed. iAnd that's what you get for falling again, you can never get him out of your head. /i
"Bullshit." Draco licked his lips before answering to the tug at the hem of his shirt; groaning inwardly when Laurant's fingernails grazed his skin. Her nails skated around the reddening slashes from the previous night, before allwoing her lips to brush against the back of his neck.
"You're fucking cruel, you know that? First, taking away my ability to move..." Draco trailed off when Laurant's lips closed on his ear. "Stop, or I'm going to have to hurt you." Her palm wandered to the front of his torso, making him shiver. He threw his shirt to the ground and crushed his lips into hers.
The faint knocking on the door didn't disturb the two, but the feeble voice behind it did.
"Miss, His Majesty asks that you be down in the hall, wearing something nice, in lessan halfa hour."
Draco moaned loudly to her hair before sitting up. "Need help getting dressed?" He grinned broadly.
Laurant shook her head. "I'm afraid it may be too much physical activity for you." She ended the sentence in a dramatic sigh. "Out you go." Draco didn't leave until he placed another savory kiss to her lips. Then he left to meet up with the crowd forming in the hall below.
"Wonder what the occasion is."
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"Hey idad/i." Laurant's heart dropped at the sight of all the Death Eaters staring in her direction. Voldemort signaled for her to stand beside him, and partake in gazing up on the door in front of them.
"Asss all of you know, a relative of mine-"
"We have relatives?!" Laurant cried out.
"... is coming shortly. A very important addition to our army." There was a curt nod of the Death Eaters before Voldemort spoke directly to Laurant. "I want you to behave well. I will not have such a nuisance represent my daughter."
Laurant snorted.
"I have conjured up a punishment if you do not abide by what I have to say."
Pretending to be disinterested was a talent of Laurant's. It worked well through the silence and anticipation of waiting for a hooded figure to lead the tall man and a young woman into the grand hall. Laurant's blood ran cold when Voldemort smiled.
"Damien,"
'Damien' had thinning dark hair and hazel eyes sharp enough to pierce through anyone. He must've stood higher than six feet.
"My lord," Damien bowed. "My apologies, this is my daughter, Loretta."
Laurant's eyebrows furrowed. Loretta had long black hair and violet eyes. It seemed she tried very hard to wear as little clothing as possible, showing off whatever she could. She had an arrogant manner about her, arrogant but seductive.
Voldemort nodded. "This is Laurant," He said with a gesture of his hand. "She is our Guest of Honor; my daughter."
Laurant shook Damien's hand, avoiding his polite kiss on the back, and it looked awkward as the gesture was made. Shuffling noises came up behind Laurant, and she didn't need to look back to know who it was.
"This is Lucius Malfoy, my right hand man, and his son, Draco."
Laurant's eyes widened to the size of Loretta's hooped earrings when Draco kissed her hand. His eyes were already undressing her. He had found his perfect divertion away from Laurant. Loretta was amazingly gorgeous.
ibBut not as gorgeous as Laurant, right? Laurant doesn't wear that much makeup, and-/b
Shut up. /i
Laurant's eyes were fixed on Loretta's black heels, that made her stand a head taller than Laurant.
ibLook at Draco. Is that drool coming out of his mouth?!/b
I dont care.
b Sure you don't./b
Why the hell should I?!
b You really want me to answer that? You love him./b/i
Motherfuck. Laurant rolled her eyes. Feeling constrained while standing in the midst of discussion between the three fathers and Loretta flirting with Draco, Laurant expected one of the three dads to say: "Why don't you kids go on and play in the thorn bushes out back?"
Although it didn't seem humorous, but logical.
Finding it impossible to ignore Draco and Loretta's drooling over one another, Laurant interrupted all five of them when a small house elf crept cautiously in to the hall. Laurant spoke for it, "Hey I think supper's ready, shall we?" Laurant cast an icy glare to Draco and Loretta, who walked side by side to the large eating room.
"I don't care. I just simply don'ticare/i."
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Sorry for the long wait. I can't even get into my Secret Window fic, my computer's faggishness won't allow it. I'm sorry, and love to you all.
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