Holy crap,you guys, i'm BACK! I know, I know... its a big surprise. It may only be temporary! But I had a chance to write a chappie because I'm on Spring Break right now so I thought I'd go ahead and post if for you guys. :-) I hope you enjoy it! I should prolly warn you that the Draco/Hermione relationship is slowly growing in this chapter... in case you don't like that sort of thing.. but fear not, I promise you a happy Ron/Hermione ending. Because I do so love the Weasleys...

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Hermione and Ginny exchanged glances as they walked along the streets of Hogsmeade. Lavender and Parvati had taken complete control of the conversation from the moment they arrived, and were flanking Harry and Ron, so that Ginny and Hermione were pushed off to the side. Ginny rolled her eyes and Hermione forced back a grin.

Lavender was the only person that Hermione knew who was able to separate Ginny and Harry from each other without seeming to realize how rude and unappreciated it was. It was true, Ginny and Harry both seemed more than a little annoyed at the fact that Lavender was constantly standing between them every time they tried to hold hands or put their arms around each other. The most amusing part about it was that she seemed truly innocent as to the fact that she was doing these things.

Harry looked down at Lavender with a doubtful frown. She had taken hold of his arm, and he was about to shake her off when he realized she was holding on to Ginny's arm as well. He raised an eyebrow at his girlfriend, who repeated the action, though without much amusement. Lavender giggled and looked at the two of them.

"Look at us, it's like the Wizard of Oz!" she said happily.

Ron looked at her, eyebrows soaring, eyes full of horror at her very presence, as well as confusion. "The Wizard of what?" he demanded.

Hermione couldn't help but giggle at his reaction. Of course he wouldn't know what that movie was, but it was so liberating to her to have him be so offended by Lavender's speech.

"The Wizard of Oz, silly, haven't you heard of it?" Lavender asked, smiling broadly at him. "No? We'll certainly have to watch it together sometime then. I really think you'll enjoy it, you know, it's not a movie about wizardry as we know it, but you'll see. It's really very fascinating."

"I hated that movie," Hermione muttered to herself, but loud enough for Lavender to hear.

"Oh, you know, not everyone appreciates great beauty," Lavender said, smiling wickedly at Hermione. "Usually those that do take more care of their personal appearance." Lavender had added this last part under her breath so only Hermione and Ginny could hear it. Hermione stared in shock at Lavender, who was now flirting once more with Ron and Harry as if these words had not escaped her mouth, and for a moment, Hermione wondered if she could have imagined them.

A glance at Ginny proved that she had not, and Hermione opened her mouth to say something in response to Lavender's statement when a tiny shriek from Parvati stopped her. Everyone stopped in their tracks and looked where Parvati was pointing.

"Oh, look at the cute little dress shop!" she squealed. To their left was a tiny shop with a well-dressed mannequin in the window. The mannequin had a dark green sequined dress, and behind it they could see rows and rows of other dresses. "Will you guys please come with me? I really want to look inside!"

Ginny and Hermione sighed and agreed to go with her. "Well, I'm just going to run to Fred and George's store with the boys," Lavender said quickly, linking arms with Harry and Ron. "I haven't been there in so long, I'm curious to see how they are."


Parvati had gone on ahead of Hermione and Ginny, giving the two friends a chance to talk about everything that had happened so far on their excursion.

"I'm still trying to work out how I am in a dress shop with Parvati, and Lavender is at a joke shop with my boyfriend," Ginny said, looking at Hermione in confusion.

Hermione grinned. "Yeah, I'm still trying to figure that one out myself," she admitted, pretending to look at a dress as Parvati smiled widely at them over her shoulder. "Either way, I think she's up to something, and I'm not sure I like it."

"Let's watch the boys carefully when we meet up with them later," Ginny suggested. "See if that gives us any indication as to what's in her mind."


Hermione eyed Ron over her glass of butterbeer. He was sitting next to Lavender, and seemed to be having an excellent conversation with her, which put Hermione in a rather unhappy state of mind. She slurped her butterbeer in distaste as she watched Lavender punch Ron playfully on the arm, and rest her hand on his shoulder. (My awesome Beta says: "CAN SHE NOT!…. SKANK" hahaha i love Cherbi161:-D)

Ginny was seated comfortably next to Harry who had practically pushed Parvati out of the way so he could sit next to his girlfriend. Ginny smirked at Lavender and Parvati triumphantly as this happened, and snuggled up to Harry even closer. She cast a worried glance at Hermione, who she could tell was getting more and more disagreeable with each passing moment. Quite honestly she feared for her brother's health if he did not stop flirting with that lousy whore, Lavender. Images of what Hermione would do to Ron fluttered through her mind, and she shuddered in horror, giving her brother an angry look, as if to warn him, but of course he was oblivious.

Similar images to those going through Ginny's mind were running through Hermione's as well. Kneeing him in the nads just wouldn't be enough, she pondered to herself, gazing at Ron with a fierce intensity that would have frightened him if he hadn't been too busy feeling superior for making a girl like Lavender laugh at his jokes. What had gotten into Lavender lately? She had rarely shown an interest in Harry or Ron, and then all of a sudden she was trying to be their best friend. Hermione was far from pleased.


Lavender sunk down into her chair in the Gryffindor common room with a sigh of content, happy that the little trip to Hogsmeade couldn't have gone any better. She spread her arms out into a deep stretch, pushing her chest out a bit farther as she caught Ron's eye across the room. Ron turned bright red and sputtered out an irrelevant answer to the question that Hermione had just asked him, earning him a hateful glare from the bushy haired girl in question.

"I'll tell you, Parvati," Lavender said, smiling broadly, mostly to herself. "Today has been eventful. Productive, too… don't you think so?"

"Sure," Parvati agreed, eyeing her friend uncertainly. "I mean, I don't know, I guess you've certainly gotten to Ron, but Harry doesn't seem like he'll ever leave Ginny."

Lavender glared at Parvati. "Listen, if I wanted Harry, I could have him, no questions asked," she snapped. She twirled a piece of hair in her fingers, glancing over at Ron again. "It just so happens that I think Ron is turning out to be more agreeable than Harry. You know me, Parvati, I can't be with someone disagreeable. I think I'm rather beginning to like Ron."

"So you're giving up on Harry?"

"I wouldn't say giving up, so much as moving on to bigger and better things," Lavender replied, rolling her eyes. "I mean honestly, look at Ron… he's gorgeous. Shy, of course, but I'm getting through to him."

"Hermione doesn't seem to appreciate it," Parvati observed, taking in Hermione's irritated appearance.

"Even better," Lavender said, her lips curling in disgust. "That know-it-all needs to be brought down a notch or two anyway."


"It was awful," Harry groaned, pulling his girlfriend tightly to him. "Just awful. I couldn't have imagined a worse day."

"Oh come off it, Harry, it wasn't that bad," Ron said, glancing over at Lavender. She caught his eye and winked at him, causing him to blush fiercely once again. "I mean you have to admit, Lavender is kind of fun sometimes."

"Fun?" Harry said skeptically, raising an eyebrow at his friend. "All she talked about was clothes and makeup. How can that be fun for you?"

"Well, no, she talked about school some too," Ron protested. "She's smart, you know? Funny. You're just overly critical."

"Ron, just because Lavender has breasts does not make her a good person," Hermione snapped, not looking at him. She had been staring at the fire for the last half hour, without saying a word, and it surprised everyone when she spoke. She was fuming ever since they left for Hogsmeade. Ginny and Harry gave her approving smiles, while Ron simply stared at her, mouth hanging open in shock.

"Hermione, that's absolutely ridiculous," Ron sputtered, looking over at Lavender as if in hopes of discovering something of value about her other than her breasts. Finding that his eyes had come to focus on the very breasts in question, he blushed fiercely and looked away, meeting Hermione's mocking and furious gaze.

"Oh great, she's coming over," Ginny said in disgust, looking over her shoulder and catching sight of Lavender and Parvati headed their way. Harry and Hermione rolled their eyes, but Ron looked somewhat cheered up at having Lavender join their discussion. It wasn't so much that he had feelings for Lavender as he liked the fact that she seemed to appreciate him.

"Hello, everyone," Lavender said cheerfully, picking a seat next to Ron. Parvati sat down next to Hermione, and proceeded to ask her a barrage of questions about what type of shampoo Hermione used, and if she had ever considered wearing "just a little bit" of makeup. Throughout this inquisition Hermione became more and more murderous, and Ginny, how was witnessing the slaughter, knew she had better intervene.

"Parvati, I actually had a question I wanted to ask you about my makeup," Ginny said quickly, engaging the interest of Parvati, leaving Hermione free to calm down as much as she could while still paying entirely too much attention to Ron and Lavender.

Much to Hermione's annoyance, Lavender had draped her legs over Ron's lap, and was running her fingers through Ron's hair, apparently trying to illustrate her point of "why redheads are so sexy". Hermione drew a deep breath and began to count to 10, in hopes that by the time she reached 10 she would once again be calm.

1… Lavender's finger was tracing Ron's jawline.

2… Ron's mouth opened slightly as he drew in a sharp breath of pleasure at her touch.

3… Lavender traced Ron's lips.

4… Ron wet his lips quickly with his tongue.

5… Lavender slipped her finger inside Ron's mouth.

6… Ron's eyes widened in shock.

7… Lavender caught Hermione's eye and winked mischievously.

8…

Forget it, Hermione thought, standing up. She couldn't take it any more. "I'm going to bed," she announced, and without a backwards glance she disappeared up the steps, followed shortly afterwards by Ginny.

"Hermione, are you alright?" Ginny asked tentatively.

"Not really," Hermione said, her voice muffled because her head was in her pillow. "I just need to be left alone for a bit, Ginny, I'm sorry."

"It's ok, I understand," Ginny said consolingly. "I'll just go down and make sure Lavender doesn't try anything else."

"Thanks," Hermione said with a weak giggle.


Ginny woke Hermione the next morning earlier than usual. Hermione glanced up at her redhead friend blearily. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice still thick with sleep.

"Come on, get up," Ginny urged her quietly, trying to avoid waking the other girls in the room. "We're going to breakfast early, so we can avoid Lavender. Ron doesn't know. Hurry, and try not to wake anyone."

Hermione got ready in minutes and met the other down at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. Ginny and Harry smiled at her in greeting as she took her seat across from them. She smirked at them playfully.

"This was a good idea," she said, sighing. "I just don't think I can take another second of Lavender, you know?"

"Believe me, we know," Harry said, rolling his eyes. "I'm going to have a chat with Ron later today about it, talk some sense into him."

"Fantastic," Hermione said, grinning at her friend. "The sooner he stops hanging out with her, the sooner I can concentrate on my homework. It's bad enough that the professors are loading us with work, but add Lavender and Parvati into the mix and I just can't get anything done."

"It'll be alright, Hermione," Ginny said comfortingly. "I promise. You and Ron are the perfect couple, and Lavender can't get in the way of that."

Hermione blushed. "I appreciate you enthusiasm, Ginny, but… oh bloody hell," she groaned as she saw Ron and Lavender approaching the table, each with a broad smile on their face. Ron caught sight of them and looked slightly confused.

"Why didn't you guys wake me if you were eating early?" he asked, stopping to speak to his friends while Lavender chose a seat quite a ways down the table. She waved him to join her, but he ignored her for the moment.

"Why?" Hermione demanded incredulously, staring at Ron. She had had enough of this. "Are you seriously asking why we didn't want you to eat breakfast with you? Honestly Ron, will you look at yourself? For the last few days all you've done is talk about or hang out with Lavender, and frankly we're sick of it. Lavender annoys us. Until you stop hanging out with her, you can expect us to avoid you."

"Are you serious?" Ron asked, in total shock. He glanced at Harry and Ginny to see if they felt the same, and when they both shrugged at him, he turned once again to Hermione. "I can't believe this, Hermione, if you were really my friend you would understand. Now you're making my other friends mad at me too? Bloody hell, Hermione, what is wrong with you lately?"

Hermione stared at Ron in disbelief for a moment, unable to process the fact that he was truly angry at her for this. She made a disgusted noise and quickly stood up from her seat and stormed out of the Great Hall towards her first class of the day, Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"What's with her?" Ron asked, glancing at Harry and his sister. "I mean, she hasn't been this high strung in ages."

"Are you really that clueless, Ron?" Ginny asked, looking at her brother in disgust. "Hermione is crazy about you, and Lavender is taking you away from her. She's jealous, you dimwit!"

"Really?" Ron asked, blinking in surprise. He had suspected that Hermione had feelings for him, of course, and he knew he had feelings for her, but he had never truly dared to hope that anything would come of it. "What should I do?"

Harry and Ginny just looked at Ron, as if debating whether or not he was really that clueless. Finally Ron answered his own question, and turned on his heel to find Hermione.

"Merlin he is thick," Ginny muttered, turning to Harry.


"Hello, Granger," Hermione heard a voice whisper in her ear. Hermione jumped in surprise and turned to face Draco Malfoy, who was of course smirking at her. "Are you ready to work on our project today?"

"Er… yes," Hermione said, still recovering from his intrusion into her thoughts. She had been concentrating so hard on her anger at Ron, that she had taken no notice of her surroundings, and Draco's approach had taken her completely by surprise.

"What's the matter, Granger, you look even more distracted than usual," Draco said, brushing a strand of Hermione's bushy hair out of her face. She looked at him in disbelief, arching a plucked eyebrow.

"Why are you being so nice, Malfoy?"

"Honestly?" Draco asked, smirking at her again, placing his hand on the wall behind her. "I figure you're stressed out, so I'm positioning myself around you so that when you realize you need a good shag to release some tension, you'll come to me."

Hermione laughed and looked at Draco skeptically. "You're a pig, you know that?" she said, looking up into Draco's grey eyes. He grinned down at her and nodded.

Hermione saw a flash of red hair over Draco's shoulder. "Ron!" she called, but the flash of hair disappeared around a corner. Hermione shrugged and rolled her eyes… if Ron was going to be jealous for no reason, he could just stop talking to her until he was sensible again.


Ron was furious. How dare Hermione be upset with him for hanging out with Lavender when Hermione herself spent time with that lousy Malfoy? She was a bloody hypocrite, that's all there was to it. He'd show her… he didn't know how, but he would find a way.

He had reached the Gryffindor common room when he came to a conclusion. He caught sight of Lavender Brown talking to Parvati as they prepared to go to class. Lavender looked up, and caught Ron's eye and winked at him. Ron took a deep breath and walked over to the two girls.


Hermione's jaw dropped open when she looked up and saw Ron enter the classroom. It took her a moment to register the sight before her, and when she did her face became bright red with frustration and embarrassment, and in fact she was quite close to tears.

Lavender Brown had her arm gracefully looped through Ron's, and was staring up at him adoringly. He looked back at her with a sheepish grin, and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on her puckered lips. A fierce surge of anger swept through Hermione's entire body, and she turned away from the new couple so quickly that she heard her neck pop.

Draco heard it too, and raised his eyebrows in alarm. He glanced at Hermione and saw Ron and Lavender over her shoulder. He wrinkled his nose in disgust at the sight of Lavender and Ron snogging. Quite honestly, the thought of those two together made him want desperately to release a large amount of unpleasant fluids from his stomach.

He watched as Hermione scribbled on a small piece of parchment and charmed it to fly inconspicuously across the aisle, coming to a rest in front of Harry. Draco raised an eyebrow at Hermione.

"Perfect Hermione Granger, passing notes behind the teacher's back?" he whispered in her ear, his eyes catching on the soft wisps of hair that dusted the tops of her ears, which were now turning bright red, most likely from frustration.

She didn't comment on his statement, or even glance at him, rather she waited patiently for Harry's return note. Draco peeked over her shoulder when the note came back to her and quickly read its contents before Hermione noticed he was looking.

What nonsense, Draco thought with a smirk. It was all so simple, really, and rather delightful. Granger was upset about the Weasel, and little Potty was promising to talk to him about it. Draco relished the thought of the entirety of Potty's Fan Club in immense emotional and psychological pain. This was the sort of havoc he could only have dreamed creating amongst them.

As these thoughts crossed his mind, another brilliant idea surfaced from the depths of his vast, pureblood mind. He casually rested his arm along the backrest of the bench, so that his forearm was gently touching Hermione's back. He felt her shiver slightly at his touch, and smirked to himself. He loved smirking. It was just so sexy, and he knew it.

"What say we carry our little study session to the library after class?" he suggested, being sure a little hot hair from his mouth escaped to tickle her ear. She was blushing furiously again. "We could begin to research a bit about… creating spells…" his nose lightly brushed her temple. "…Latin…" he ran his fingers up and down her arm gently. "…and anything else you… desire… to learn about." He nipped at her ear lobe gently, and sat back, still carefully observing her flushed appearance.

Every word he had spoken had created a deeper hue of red on her cheeks. She had begun to breathe more deeply with each passing moment, barely noticing why. There was something about him that was so seductive, and when he had begun to talk about studying… she had nearly lost it. Hermione had never realized that studying and books could affect her in such a way.

She agreed to go to the library with Draco, mostly out of spite for Ron, but partly because she was intrigued by this new side of Draco that she had never been privy to.


Lavender smirked to herself as she rested her head on the softest part of Ron's shoulder. Everything had worked out perfectly. Of course, she had deviated from her original plan, but she was pleased with the outcome nonetheless. Ron was hers, and she reveled in this knowledge, particularly because she knew how much it upset Hermione. She had been paying careful attention to Hermione's actions especially since the beginning of the class, and she delighted in seeing tears in the bushy haired know-it-all's eyes. She was, however, most curious about that note that was drifting back and forth between Hermione and Harry. She eyed it suspiciously, and decided to nick it from one of them later.

Regardless of the note that was currently passing between her new boyfriend's two best friends, she felt that she had the victory. Ron had chosen her over Hermione, and she would just have to get over it. Until she did, however, Lavender would be more than happy to rub it in her face. Serves her right for being so insufferable.

Lavender paused for a moment, wondering when she had begun to hate Hermione so much. It wasn't as though the girl had ever truly done anything to her, aside from being a pain in her arse. Lavender supposed it may have begun with the incident in 3rd year when her rabbit had died, and Hermione had been insensitive. No, she thought, That's not it.

It went much deeper than that. It had to do with how jealous – no – envious was a far better word. How envious Lavender was of Hermione for her friendship with Harry and Ron. Lavender had always prided herself on her popularity, and it made no sense to her that an ugly, bushy haired brat like Hermione managed to get all the attention from two of the most popular boys in Hogwarts while Lavender was pushed aside. She had never appreciated that fact, from the very beginning, and she smiled to herself as she realized she had finally changed that fact. From now on, everything would be perfect, just as she had always imagined.


Harry stared skeptically at Ron as they stood together in a corridor near the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Harry had said that he needed a word with Ron, and Ron had immediately urged Lavender to go on ahead, saying he would meet her in the common room soon. She had not been too thrilled with this situation at all, and scowled to herself even as she said a charm to call the note Harry and Hermione had been writing from Harry's pocket to hers. She positioned herself around the nearby corner so that she could still make out what Harry and Ron were talking about as she read the note.

"Ron, what the bloody hell are you playing at?" Harry demanded, smacking Ron across the cheek, leaving a bright red hand mark there.

"Merlin, Harry that hurt!" Ron complained, holding his cheek in pain.

"Good," Harry said darkly, glaring at his friend. "Do you have any idea what you're putting Hermione through? And for what… Lavender Brown? You must have lost your mind, I know you have feelings for Hermione. What were you thinking?"

"It's not as if she cares, she's too busy shagging Malfoy," Ron said bitterly. "I saw them together, so I ran back to the common room, and there was Lavender, looking hot so I asked her out. I reckon it was more of a spur of the moment decision."

"You asked Lavender out because you were ticked at Hermione?" Harry repeated, rolling his eyes. "That's the lamest thing I've ever heard. You can't possibly be happy with Lavender. What are you going to do?"

"I don't know, mate," Ron admitted. "I'm still a bit angry with Hermione."

"Hermione is working on a bloody project with Malfoy," Harry said, gritting his teeth. "You've just blown everything completely out of proportion."

"Do you think so?" Ron asked. Harry nodded his head. "I guess I'll have to break it off with Lavender then. You know I'm mad about Hermione."

Harry seemed satisfied, and the two of them walked back to the common room, talking about the upcoming Quidditch match.


Lavender was, needless to say, unhappy with this new development. She had, of course, heard every word Harry and Ron had spoken. She knew she had to do something about this. She had just gotten what she wanted and she refused to let it go so quickly. If she and Ron broke up, it would be on her terms, when she was ready to move on to someone else. Nobody dumped Lavender Brown.

As she paced the corridors, not wanting to return to the common room just yet, for fear of Ron breaking up with her instantly, she continued to reflect on the situation at hand. She had been interested in Ron entirely too long (about the time he began to develop muscles) to be humiliated by him choosing Hermione over her.

"I have to stop this," Lavender muttered, not realizing that she was beginning to develop a habit of talking to herself. He must continue to be interested in her, no matter the cost. She vowed to make it so. As she pondered ways to do so, she realized that disenchanting Ron with Hermione was the only obvious solution. She would make Hermione look terrible in Ron's eyes, and otherwise keep them apart as often as possible. She smirked to herself as creative ways to do these things crossed her mind.


The library had closed an hour ago, but Draco and Hermione had managed to convince Madame Pince to allow them to stay a bit longer, on the condition that they were very, very quiet. Draco had just recently left, but Hermione decided to do a bit more homework, mostly because she was still rather afraid to go back to the common room and see Ron and Lavender.

Her eyelids were beginning to droop with sleep, and she realized she should probably pack up and get to bed. She didn't have to stay in the common room long, she consoled herself, just long enough to rush upstairs, hoping no one saw her on the way. As she began to pack her books up, she heard a noise behind her. Having thought that she was alone, other than Madame Pince who was clearly in sight across the room, Hermione was somewhat alarmed at this sudden activity. She glanced quickly over her shoulder, and was rewarded with the sight of Ronald Weasley, slouching against a nearby bookcase, smiling at her winningly.

"Ron!" she hissed, trying to be quiet. "How did you get in here? The door is locked!"

"Does it really matter, love?" Ron asked, approaching her slowly. Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but Ron placed a gently finger on her lips, shushing her. He pulled her to him and looked into her eyes.

Hermione was instantly drawn in by his baby blue eyes, which were staring intensely into her as if he could read her soul, both of their eyes saying what their lips could not. She, knowing that something exciting was about to happen waited eagerly; he had come back for her. She felt his breath on her lips, and pressed against his body tighter in reaction to their proximity. She raised her hand to his cheek and ran her fingers across his skin lightly, coming to rest in his hair.

"Oh, Ron," was all she managed before he covered her lips with his, exploring every inch of her mouth with his tongue, causing unthinkable reactions in Hermione's body.

His hands were everywhere. She moaned softly. They slipped under her shirt, and she felt his fingers against her heated flesh, and her body jerked against his in a clumsy attempt to bring herself closer to him. In moments, Ron had placed her on the table and she wrapped her legs around his waist, slipping her fingers into the waistline of his pants.

"Miss Granger," an unfamiliar voice called. Hermione jolted awake. Madame Pince was shaking her by the shoulder. "Miss Granger, you have been snoring rather loudly for the last 15 minutes, and I think it's high time you went back to your room."

Hermione glanced around blearily, unsure of what exactly had just happened. It came to her slowly, and she soaked in the disappointment, realizing what had just happened with Ron was completely a production of her subconscious slumber.


Draco Malfoy was lying in bed waiting for sleep to overtake him. His mind was just too busy with thoughts for him to fall into a restful slumber. The moonlight shone through his windows as thoughts were running wildly through his head.

He was wondering what she was up to now, his so called partner. She was probably still in the library pouring over book after book. He chuckled softly at this vision. He intertwined his fingers and put his arms under his head. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he liked the way his body reacted to hers, there was just something about her that he couldn't put his finger on, but blinded by his obvious hatred for her, he had overlooked it until now.

It wasn't until he was in the library looking up stuff for the project he had noticed it. She had just gotten excited over a piece of information she found in a book and ran all over the library pulling down certain books. He had still been searching in his book for some idea to invade his thoughts.

He looked at the happy Gryffindor with utter distaste, but that suddenly changed when she began pouring over the books. He just watched as her eyes moved in a frenzy, scanning the page. And then just for a moment he caught her glancing out of one of the large windows in deep thought as a movie of emotions crossed her face. He couldn't read what her eyes were saying or what she was thinking. The only thing that he knew was that in that moment he felt dumbfounded. As soon as it came, it went and he went back to loathing her. And for this he wondered what else could possibly happen.

He felt his eye lids slowly close, for the next day would surely be filled with the answers he so desperately sought.


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