This chapter is a transition one, and is one of the shortest, but I hope you like it anyway
Chapter 9
Back to Reality
Ron felt himself waking up slowly, feeling so comfortable under the covers and well rested. He sighed contentedly, snuggling closer to the warm body of his girlfriend.
"Good morning, Ron," she said in a low voice, moving her bum closer to him. At once, Ron felt his cock stirring a bit. Feeling completely awake now, he opened his eyes. Hermione turner her head and smiled at him.
"Good morning, love. What time is it?"
"It's still early," she answered, rolling over to face him. She gave him a quick peck on his lips.
"Good, I love this. I don't want to get up," he said, embracing her so she could put her head on his chest, which she did. He closed his eyes, content. Enjoying how her breathing shook the hairs on his chest and how her wild curls ticked his skin.
"Neither do I," she said, and he noticed there was something in her voice. He opened his eyes again and, putting one hand under her chin, forced her to look up at him. Her eyes were glassy.
"Hermione?" She tried to move her head so he couldn't see her, but he didn't let her. Concerned, he asked again, "Love, what's the matter?"
"Nothing."
"I know it's not nothing."
"It's just me being silly."
"You're the last person I'd call silly," he whispered to her. "Tell me."
"Today we've got to go back to Hogwarts."
"I know. So? You love Hogwarts. Aren't you dying to go back to classes and homework?" he joked, trying to make her smile. It didn't work this time, though.
"I love Hogwarts, and I want to see Harry and Ginny again, but — but this week has been simply wonderful, Ron."
"I know."
"I lost my virginity. To you. And we've made love every day. We've been sleeping in the same bed, waking up together. We enjoyed going out to dinner, to the cinema, for walks … I don't know, I've just — I've felt as if we had a normal life, for once."
Ron thought about those things, and understood.
"I know what you mean. Yes, it has been a fantastic week."
"But tomorrow we'll be back there, worrying about Harry and — well, I love Harry, but —" she shook her head.
"I understand, Hermione. I feel the same."
"It's just that I've been happy, really, really happy, with you this holiday."
Ron was so touched by this he almost forgot how to speak. "We won't stop being happy, when we go back, love," he replied when he regained the ability to talk.
"No, but in Hogwarts we won't be sleeping together."
"Hermione, there's no way in hell I'm going to stop having sex with you."
"I don't mean that. I mean sleeping in the same bed, waking up next to you. Enjoying being together, like this, in the mornings."
Her nodded sombrely. "Oh …" He sighed. "I know. And I'm going to miss it, too."
"I love you so much," she said, hugging him, her arms tight around his body. "And I want to help Harry find more about those horcruxes, but I wish we could have a few more days without having to worry about a war; that we could be just normal teenagers for a bit longer."
"We were never normal teenagers, though. Maybe that's why this feels so special, this thing between you and me."
Hermione raised her head from his chest and stared down at him. And despite the emotional moment they were sharing, Ron couldn't help but glance and her naked breasts, which were now rubbing against him.
"You think this is special?" she asked.
"Of course I think so. No, sod that — I know so," he affirmed vehemently, and then frowned. "Don't you?"
"Yes. Maybe it's because it is a relationship in which I am, but it feels much more special than any other couple I've seen at Hogwarts."
"Well, it certainly is much more than what I had with Lavender."
"I certainly hope so!" she exclaimed, and they both laughed. Once the laughter subsided, she put her head back on his shoulder, and he pressed her against him, caressing her arm up and down.
"I love you so much," she said again.
Ron smiled and kissed the top of his head, relishing in the fragrance of her hair. "And I love you. I love everything about you, Hermione."
Hermione raised her head once more, looking at him with eyes glimmering with love and passion. He kissed him, hard, and Ron responded. He only broke it when he felt her hand grab his hard cock in her hand.
"Show me," she said against his lips. "Show me, Ron."
Ron didn't reply. He kissed her again, with as much love and lust as he could muster. Their tongues intertwined in her mouth, and she swallowed a deep moan. Spurred by her passion, Ron pushed her against her bed and started to caress her breasts, revelling in their firmness and roundness, while Hermione kept stroking his aching member.
Ron left her mouth, making her whimper in protest, but that whimper turned into new moans when he started a trail of kisses starting on her neck and descending towards her chest. He paused on her tits, licking her around her areolas, making her squirm and beg. He, however, didn't relent, and only sucked on her nipples when she used her hands to direct his head so his mouth was over them.
"Oh, yessss!" she moaned when he sucked hard, trying to swallow her entire tit in her mouth. At the same time, he used his right hand to begin to caress her belly, slowly moving lower. He felt her opening her legs to give him access, and he immediately put his hand on her pussy, discovering, gladly, that she was already damp. It wasn't enough, though: he wanted her drenched with her juices so he could drink them up.
He kept sucking on her tits and stroking her slit until he felt she was wet enough for him, and then resumed moving his mouth lower. He kissed her belly, thrust his tongue into her cute bellybutton, and then kept going south. He could smell her before his chin brushed against her curls, and his cock twitched happily.
"Mmh, Ron, yes, please, lower, lower," she begged, putting her hands on his head and pushing him gently. "Lick me, lick me."
Ron didn't hurry up, but smiled against her salty skin. He gave her tummy a long lick, and then moved downwards, sliding his tongue through the soft curls surrounding her cunt. The smell was so fantastic he had trouble going slow. But he wanted to do it this way, enjoying immensely how she squirmed under him, consumed by desire.
"Ron, please, don't tease me, get on with it!" she demanded, abandoning her begging tone.
"Tell me what you want once more," he asked, nudging her clit with his long nose.
"Eat me! Eat my pussy! Make me come with your mouth!"
"Fuck," he muttered against her sex. Driven mad by her words, he spread her lips with his hands and gave her a long lick from the bottom of her slit to her clit, on which he sucked, causing her to arch her back and buck her hips against his face as she let out a whimper of pleasure.
Ron moved back down, and licked her a bit, leisurely, giving her clit a long suck each time, exciting her further. She was dripping now, just the way he wanted her.
"More, Ron, more! Don't stop!" she begged, sliding her fingers through his hair and pressing him against her. Fuck, he loved when she forced him to eat her pussy. And so, he decided to put her out of her misery, and really got into it, starting to tongue-fucking her while he used his thumb to rub her clit in circular motions.
It didn't take Ron long to bring Hermione to the brink. He could sense it in the way she moaned and bucked her hips against his face, forcing him to tongue-fuck her deeper. He ate her out with desperately, as eager for her juices as she was to give them to him, and, finally, she climaxed, hard, shaking on the bed, while Ron drank avidly everything she had to offer.
"Merlin, Ron …" she commented, panting. "That — that was … fuck …"
"Glad you liked it," he said, kneeling on the bed and licking all around his mouth. She watched him, new desire pooling in her eyes, and, after a few minutes, she pulled him on top of her and snogged him passionately, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and savouring herself on him.
"I taste so good on your tongue," she muttered, almost breathless after the intense kiss.
"I know."
"Now fuck me, Ron. I want your cock inside me."
"Bloody hell, yes," he moaned, eager. He got between her open thighs, making sure to get another glance of that pussy he so loved and, which he would be fucking soon, and then thrust into her accommodating body. Hard.
"Oh, yessss!" he hissed. They had fucked three times last night, but Ron felt that, no matter how much time he spent inside her, he would never tire of it or stop marvelling at the blissful sensation.
"Ah, Ron … yes, do me. Hard."
"Your wishes — thrust — are — thrust — orders — thrust — to me!" he replied, fucking her hard. The feeling of his prick searing through her cunt, stretching her for him, was wonderful, and, by the way she was moaning, she felt the same.
Hermione put her legs around his bum, pressing him to her and allowing him a deeper angle of penetration. Ron kissed her over and over, enjoying her breathing against his mouth when they parted their lips to get much needed air, and put one of his hands on her tits, squeezing them roughly while using his free one to get some leverage.
"Fuck, ooh, I love this! You feel so bloody good!"
"Ah, ah, yes, aah … oh, Ron, yes … it's so good … so good! Don't stop, ah, ah, keep fucking me, keep fucking my pussy!"
"Fucking hell!" he shouted, excited beyond belief by her words. A week before she wouldn't say that word, and now she was asking him to fuck it? He loved this Naughty Hermione more each day. "I'll never — hard thrust — stop doing that — hard thrust — love!"
"I — aah — hope so, Ron! God!"
In and out, in and out, Ron kept fucking her, feeling how cock swell inside her. He knew he was close and wanted her to cum again, so he held it in with all his might until she felt she was near, and only then let pleasure overwhelm him, cumming deep inside her cunt.
"Fuuuck, Hermione! Merlin, I'm cumming!"
"Almost there, Ron, almost there! Please, don't stop, don't stop!"
Ron kept going even when his cock stopped shooting inside her, making sure to rub against her clit as much as possible, until she closed her eyes shut and opened her mouth wide, letting out a strangled cry of pleasure, her pussy spasming around his cock and preventing him from going soft.
"God, I love you," she panted, giving him a quick kiss (their need for air wouldn't allow longer ones).
"Fuck, yeah … That was wonderful."
"I want more, Ron. Fuck me again. Do you want to?"
"Are you kidding?" he replied, giving her another thrust to show her he was more than ready.
"Let me," she said, pushing him off her. Confused, Ron moved backwards until he was kneeling between her parted legs. He caught sight of his cum dripping off her open pussy, before she turned over and got on her hands and knees, presenting her delicious ass to him. She looked at him over her shoulder.
"Like this, Ron. Fuck me like this."
More than moan, Ron groaned roughly. Feeling primal, he squeezed her cheeks, and, bending over, he gave the right one a bite that made her squeal, before grabbing her by the waist to steady her and plunging into her waiting hole once more, making them both moan in pleasure.
"Holy fuck, you feel so good like this," Ron said, slamming into her ass, his eyes fixed on her rippling, round asscheeks.
"So do you," she moaned. "Fuck me hard, Ron. Pound me!"
"Fuck, yeah, I'll give you this cock," he grunted, giving her a few hard thrusts. "You want it, Hermione? Want my hard cock?"
"Yes, Ron, yes!" she cried. "Harder! Faster!"
"Yeah, harder!" he nodded, sliding in and out of her pussy as fast as he could. "I'll give it to you as hard as I can!"
Hermione moaned louder, bracing herself and pushing her body back to counter his forceful thrusts. Ron couldn't even blink, his eyes focused on her rounded bum. He used one of his hands to knead it while he kept his frantic fucking, determined to shoot another load of spunk into her welcoming cunt.
"Ron … oh, ooh, Ron, please, your fingers …"
"What — about — them?" he asked, not stopping.
"Put one in — ah, ooh! — in my — my asshole, please!"
"Fucking fuck, yeah!" he shouted, delighted with her request. He put his right hand under her, and used it to briefly caress her pussy, coating in her juices. Then he put his index finger on her backdoor. Instinctively, she pushed her body back. Ron groaned at the sight, and pushed his finger in.
"Aaah, oh, yes, yes, Ron! More, push it in more!"
Ron felt about to burst, this was too hot to be true. Her asshole was so tight. He imagined his cock there, and he twitched. He made a powerful thrust, almost slamming her into the headboard. She let out a scream of pleasure and pressed back even harder. Ron pushed his finger even deeper, and then began to move it in sync with his cock.
"Fuck, Hermione, I'm so close, you look so good like this! And your pussy and ass clenching my cock and fingers — aah, fuck!"
"Yes, yes, more, more, more!" she yelled back. "I'm nearly there, Ron. I'm about to cum, too!"
"Yes, yes, cum for me, Naughty Hermione! Cum for me, coat my cock! Milk it for my spunk!"
"Ah, ah, Ron, Ron, Rooon!" she shouted as she came again, thrashing on the bed. Her pussy tightened around him, and Ron hissed in extreme pleasure. Overcome by passion, he pushed his finger as deep as possible into her ass, and, with a violent thrust, he unloaded inside her waiting hole, filling her for the second time that morning.
"Oh, my God!" she said, falling face down onto the bed. Ron, also exhausted, fell upon her back, his cock still weeping inside her pussy.
"Merlin, I love you," he said, kissing the back of her neck and then her cheek. She turned her head to him, and he kissed her on the mouth, slowly, savouring it.
"Mmmh, that was amazing."
"You can say that," he said, sliding his hands under her torso to grab her breasts. He squeezed them and put another kiss on her sweaty back. "I'll never tire of your body, or that amazing pussy of yours."
"I never get enough of your cock. You've made addicted to it."
"Good," he said, beaming. "Fuck, you're the best girlfriend ever."
Hermione giggled. "Am I? How do you know? You've had only two."
"I just know. There's no way another girl could be more amazing than you."
Hermione squirmed under him, and Ron raised his body, sliding out of her. She turned over and opened her arms, and Ron lay on top of her, letting her embrace him against her chest. Her mouth sought his and she snogged him passionately. "I love you," she told him after ending the kiss. "How can someone so rude as you say such sweet things?"
"I'm not that rude," Ron protested, though he was smiling. "Anyway, if I were, let's say, sweet all the time, it wouldn't surprise you so much when I am."
Her expression turned thoughtful. "I suppose that's true." She snuggled against him and sighed. They just enjoyed the comfortable silence and the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking. Ron wondered when they would enjoy a morning like this one again, and couldn't help but feel a bit sad. They had lived in a bubble for a few days, and now that bubble was about to break.
Without realising it, he fell into a light slumber, and, when a while later he opened his eyes again, he found Hermione staring at him.
"Oh, so-ooo-rry," he said, yawning. "I think I felt asleep. What time is it? Should we get up?"
"We should, but — well, I want to make love again before leaving the bed," she whispered.
"Really?" he asked, now completely awake. His cock stirred immediately.
"Really," she confirmed before kissing him, softly at first, and then more and more passionately. Ron put his arms around her, his hands caressing her bare back until they reached her ass. He gave each of her cheeks a squeeze and she moaned onto his mouth. She moved her hands to his hair and hold him to her, not allowing him to break the kiss, not that he wanted to.
Ron squeezed her again, loving how her round ass felt in his hands, and she straddled his hips, bringing his cock in contact with her already — or still — wet sex.
"Ron …" she moaned, rubbing her body against his, making the tip of his dick brush against her clit, causing her to shake in pleasure. "Ron …"
"Ride me, Hermione," he muttered to her. "Ride me until you come."
Hermione kissed him again, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, where he welcomed it, and then she manoeuvred so the head of his aching prick was nested between her folds, just at the entrance of her hole, and then, slowly and deliciously, she slid back down his pole, impaling herself on him.
"Oh, fuck, yes …" he hissed, delighted for being once more inside her tight body.
"Ron, I love having you inside me," she confessed in a low, lustful voice. "You're so big, so hard. My entire body lights up with pleasure every time you fuck me."
"Merlin, Hermione …" he moaned, her words and seductive tone turning him on even more. He thrust upwards while he used his hands on her round bum to press her against him.
Hermione moaned, and, raising her body so she was supporting her weight with her hands on his chest, she began to move, quicker and quicker, sliding up and down his cock at the same time she made a round motion that increased the friction between them.
"Yes, yes, like that," he encouraged, his eyes fixed on her pleasure-filled expression and the way her tits bounced. He could help it and moved one hand to cup them, rubbing her nipple with his thumb. "Fuck, you look so hot."
"Ron, Ron, Ron," she chanted, moving even faster. "Oh, fuck, promise me we won't stop doing this, Ron! Swear that we will have sex every day, even at the school!"
"Fucking hell, yes!" he yelled happily. The small part of him that could still think told him that when the exams started she wouldn't be so willing, but, for now, he could enjoy the offer, couldn't he? "No way I'm stopping doing this with you, Hermione. I love this so much, I'd fuck every single minute of every single day!"
"Yes, yes, oh, yes …" she moaned, bouncing more violently on top of him. "I love this, I love this, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
"Yes, love, yes, gonna fuck you hard …" he said, putting his hands on her hips to help her move even faster and harder. "Now ride my cock the way you know, work me with that amazing pussy of yours!"
Hermione was now practically jumping on top of him, sliding up and down his coated cock with ease and practised skill, clearly on the edge of a strong orgasm, which was good, as Ron felt about to burst as well.
"Ah, oh, oh, Ron, I'm — Oh, I'm cumming! Ah, fuck, yesssss!" she cried in utter pleasure.
Ron helped her to ride it out, thrusting upwards with force when she was unable to keep moving until he extracted every bit of pleasure from her spasming fanny. Once her orgasm subsided, he quickly turned them over and buried himself to the hilt inside her eager cunt, fucking her hard and fast, almost desperately. His hand took possession of her tits and he kneaded them roughly while he pounded into her hole, relishing in the way she enveloped him so tightly, in how hot and wet she felt.
"Fuck, gonna cum!"
"Yes, Ron, yes, cum inside me! Cum inside my pussy, fill me, fill me, FILL ME!"
"FUUUUUCK!" he screamed, his body exploding with pleasure, thrusting hard into her while he unloaded his balls into her hungry cunt. "Yeah! Ooh, fuck, yeah!"
"Mmmh, that was incredible," she muttered contently when he fell on top of her, his face buried between her shoulder and her neck.
"Bloody hell, that it was, yeah … Don't know what got into you, but I hope it isn't the last time!"
"I think it's your cock what got into me, Ron, and, definitely, I don't want it to be the last time."
Ron laughed, marvelled at how naughty she could be when she was in the right mood, and, raising his head, kissed her. "Shit, you're amazing, I love you."
"Just because you're well shagged."
"Not only, but I won't deny it's an important contributing factor."
"Nice wording," she commented, and they laughed again, just enjoying the cloud of love that surrounded them.
— o —
"Well, dears, have a good end of term," Hermione's mum said as the four of them stood in front of the fireplace. It was close to dinnertime and Ron and Hermione had to go back. None of them made an effort to conceal the fact that they didn't really want the week to end.
"Thank you, Mum."
"Thank you, Mrs —"
"Ron."
"Okay, okay — thank you, Jane, William. For having me. I had a fantastic time."
Hermione's mum chuckled, and her dad raised an eyebrow. Ron felt his face grow hot. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Hermione turning pink, too. "I — I mean —"
"It's all right, Son," her father said, taking pity of him. "We know what you mean. We loved having you here, and we hope you can spend some time with us during the summer."
"I'd really love that," Ron replied politely.
"Now, take care of my daughter and make sure she doesn't overwork herself, okay?" Mr Granger asked, offering Ron his hand, which he took, a smile on his face.
"Right."
"Oh, for heaven's sake," protested Hermione, shaking her head. "I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, you know. Well, goodbye, Mum," she said, hugging her mother before doing the same to her father. "Dad."
"Take care, please," he told her.
"I always do."
"Goodbye, Ron," Hermione's mum said, giving Ron another hug. "Thank you for staying."
"Thank you again, I felt like at home."
"That's what we wanted. Good luck with your exams."
"Hope so."
Hermione smiled at her parents and, grabbing her luggage, stepped into the fireplace. Ron followed he a moment later. After a few twists and turns, Ron came into Professor McGonagall's office, coughing. He heard Hermione muttering something and felt a Cleaning Charm cast on him before he could cover the entire office in soot.
"Thank you, Ms Granger," Professor McGonagall said with a brief smile, before adding, a bit more sternly, "Good afternoon, Mr Weasley."
"Hi, Professor," he answered, smiling awkwardly at her.
They both left the office, and Ron, almost immediately, took her hand in his. She smiled at him, through there was unmistakable sadness in her eyes.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"The week is over."
Ron stopped and, seeing that they were alone in that corridor, embraced her. She let him pull her into his chest.
"Yes, but we're still together, aren't we?" he said, reassuring her. "It's not as if we aren't going to see each other."
"I know," she said, her tone still sad.
"Come on, don't you want to know what Ginny and Harry got to this past weekend?" he asked, trying to cheer her up. "And it's already dinnertime. Didn't you miss Hogwarts meals? I'm famished!"
Hermione grinned. "When aren't you?" she asked jokingly. "Anyway, are you sure you want to know what Harry and Ginny got to?"
Ron grimaced. "Well, as long as they didn't do what we did …"
"Ron …" she said in an admonishing tone, though she was smiling.
"She's my sister!"
"I consider Harry a brother, and he considers me a sister," she pointed out. "Would you like him telling you that you can't touch me?"
"But you're older than him! Almost a year! And two older than Ginny."
Hermione huffed, exasperated. "Ron."
Ron grunted.
"What if I stop our sex life until Harry and Ginny have theirs?"
"What!?" Ron exclaimed, horrified. "What are you on about? Besides, we don't even know if they're together or anything!"
Hermione just shrugged.
Ron glared at her, and then snorted. "Well, it's just an empty threat. As if you could go without!"
"Try me," she challenged him, her eyes narrowed.
Ron stared at her, open-mouthed. He knew she was just trying to prove a point, there was no way she could go along with it, could she? In any case, he didn't feel like taking such risk, especially when he didn't really mind Harry going out with Ginny. In fact, he had come to even like the idea. Of course, in his mind their relationship was a chaste one. But that was just because it was his sister, wasn't it? Just the idea of her doing what — He grimaced at the thought and shook his head.
"What's wrong with you?" Hermione asked him, staring at him in bewilderment.
"Nothing."
But it was natural for him to feel that way, wasn't it? he thought. After all, Harry never wanted to know what he and Hermione got to, and they weren't true siblings …
"Okay, I suppose it's their business," he conceded, a bit reluctantly. "Let's say I want to be completely ignorant about any of it."
"I love you, you know?" she said, a smile forming on her face.
"I might have some idea," he replied smugly, and they resumed walking towards the common room.
At least half of Gryffindor House had already come back. Among them were Harry and Ginny, who were sitting on the couch next to the fire. Remarkably close, Ron noticed.
"You're already back," he commented as he and Hermione approached them.
"Well spotted, Mr Obvious," commented Ginny, rolling her eyes.
"Don't be cheeky."
"Don't be an idiot."
"Enough, enough," said Harry, smiling. Smiling too widely, Ron observed. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Hermione grinning knowingly.
"So — what's new?" Ron asked, dropping onto an armchair and pulling Hermione onto his lap despite her protests.
"Er — well …" Harry began to say, suddenly nervous.
"We're going out," Ginny blurted out with her eyes fixed on Ron and a defiant look on her face. "Any problem?" she asked, daring him to say anything.
"Hey, I told Harry he could ask you out, so it's not as if this is really a surprise," he defended himself. "And it also means you should be grateful instead of rude!"
Ginny snorted, not appreciative at all. "As if Harry needed your permission to ask anyone out!" she replied. "And neither do I, by the way," she added, daring him to contradict her.
"I didn't say anything!" Ron shouted, a bit annoyed. What the hell? He had been supportive, hadn't he? Despite Ginny's protests, Harry wouldn't have said anything if he hadn't given him his support, so she could be a bit thankful, or, at least, less aggressive. He looked at Harry. "See what you're in for? You can still get out, Mate, I won't blame you."
Harry laughed nervously, but Ginny glared at his brother. "Well, if Hermione can put up with you, I'm sure Harry can put up with me."
"Hermione is perfectly happy with me," Ron argued. "Aren't you, love?"
"Yes," Hermione said, sounding a bit exasperated. "Now, can you stop this ridiculous argument?" she pleaded, looking between Ginny and Ron. Then she looked at Ginny and Harry and smiled. "By the way, I'm very happy for you both. It's wonderful that you're together!"
"Thanks, Hermione. For everything," said Harry, giving her a grateful smile.
Hermione shrugged, as if saying 'it was nothing', and beamed at him.
"It was my idea you talked to her, you know," Ron commented.
"Yeah, I know, I know. Thanks to you, too," added Harry.
Ginny snorted, but almost immediately smiled mischievously. "Then it's thanks to you than I can do this!" she exclaimed, before turning towards Harry and, grabbing his face, kissing him full on the mouth, hard. Ron groaned and looked away.
"Was that necessary?" he asked, disgusted, while Hermione laughed. Ginny released Harry, looking very pleased with herself, while Harry looked somewhat dazed and a bit sheepish.
"Ginny, that was not nice," he commented a few moments later. "I mean —" he quickly amended, realising his mistake, "— it was, but —"
"But nothing," Ginny cut him. "We've had to put with him snogging Lavender all over the place and he doesn't refrain from kissing Hermione, either. Luckily for us she's got a bit more sense and dignity."
"Shut up!" hissed Ron, not liking his sister mentioning Lavender.
"Why don't you take your things to your rooms and we go have dinner?" interjected Harry.
"Yes, we'd better," nodded Hermione, getting up.
Ron stared after Hermione as she walked towards the stairs. He was going to miss the past week, yes, but hey, in a way it was good to be back.
I am working in another one shot, a sequel to 'A Very Interesting Class', but I still don't know when it'll be ready. The next chapter of DO will be published next week.
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