Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N: Final exams are tiring! I couldn't write because I needed to study all the time, and I haven't even finished all of my exams! Meanwhile I got a short break, and found some time to write.
sh4d0ow: They always cared for him. He's their son. They have had bad times and they have had good times, just because he's kind of rebellious and they don't like it, doesn't mean they don't love him. Hoped I cleared this one for you, and you're not dumb!
Nimbirosa: Don't worry, hon, this story will have a good ending ;)
Paige2310: That was just Draco's joke, which was meant to tease them for their loss in the game. He didn't really want them there, and they didn't want to be there, either. And about Harry's feeling for Ginny, you will read now ;)
anon: Thank you for commenting, and you're right. Harry isn't acting much like a Slytherin. Why? I can't answer that question right now, thought it will be answered in the end.
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Chapter 9 – Half-truths:
He didn't mean to hurt her like that, but he knew he did. The look in her eyes told him how hurt she was when he laughed at her. What was he thinking? How could he let her go when his feelings for her just seemed to get stronger every day? But now it was too late. He guessed she hated him now more than ever before, and he didn't know how to fix it. He was angry with himself for getting so caught up in his pride that he listened more to his head than to his heart.
They called the party off for the night, and now he was sitting alone at a table in the corner of the slightly dimmed common room. He laid his head in his one good hand, trying to think of a solution to his problem. He needed Ginny to forgive him. He was getting along with her and made a little progress in talking with her and sharing a few laughs, but now he blew it all up.
Harry groaned in frustration and looked down at the empty sheet of parchment before him, lying untouched on the table. An hour had passed and he still didn't know what to write. Every time he started to write something, he stopped and cleared the paper with his wand, thinking the words weren't meaningful enough.
Harry glanced at his watch, now worn on his right wrist, since his left arm was wrapped in a cast. The time was one fifty in the morning. He was tired, but knew that now was the best time for him to write an apology to Ginny, since his friends were all asleep.
He let out a loud yawn and felt his eyes fall to narrow slits, but he forced them open when he felt them close against his will. He dipped his quill in the ink bottle. Not thinking clearly and his tiredness taking over his mind and body, his fingers lost the grip on the quill and it dropped back into the ink bottle. He hadn't even noticed he folded his right hand on the table and gently laid his head to rest on it. Soon he fell into a deep sleep.
He awoke with a smile on his face, and with an ache in his neck. The pain was sufferable and he could ignore it because he just had the most beautiful dream about Ginny. They were walking together down the main street of Hogsmeade, hand in hand. They looked like the happiest couple in the world. Only he acknowledged the fact that they weren't a couple, not even one step close to be a couple.
And then he remembered. Today was Halloween, and the teachers allowed the students to visit Hogsmeade on the short holiday, just before the great feast at the evening.
"Have a good sleep?" he recognized Draco's voice coming from the door leading to the boys' dormitories. "You look like someone taped your cheeks to your ears."
Harry squinted at him with a frown and let the smile on his face disappear. He raised his head and started to search the table for his glasses, but then Draco said, "On your head, you dolt." Harry awkwardly reached for his glasses and put them on properly. "Did you sleep here all night?"
Harry nodded and rubbed his sore neck. "I think I stretched my neck," he said in a sleepy voice. He leaned back in his armchair and felt a sudden pain in his back as well. "Oww! And my back," he added with a wince.
Harry took a look at Draco and saw he was already dressed. "Going to breakfast?"
Draco nodded. "Yeah. Blaise is still in the shower. I'll see you two later," he said and walked out of the common room.
Harry checked that he was totally alone in the room, and when he saw there was nobody in sight, he remembered the letter he forgot to write. He lost all the ideas he wanted to say in the letter and settled for a simple, yet poor apology:
Ginny,
I'm sorry.
Harry.
He knew it wasn't much, but he couldn't think of anything else to write while he was still drowsy from sleep. He walked into his room and luckily, he found Hedwig in her cage, drinking water. "Hey girl, can you deliver this to Ginny Weasley at the Gryffindor table?" Hedwig hooted once in agreement, took the note from Harry in her beak and flew out of the window.
When Blaise walked out of the shower, Harry convinced him to wait for him until he was ready, so they could go together to the Great Hall. He didn't fancy going there and seeing that he and Draco had already eaten.
It was about ten minutes later when they walked into the Great Hall, and over to the Slytherin table. They saw Draco reading a letter, and at the sight of them he hid it in his robe.
"What was that?" Harry and Blaise asked in unison. They sat across from Draco, and looked suspiciously at him.
"Nothing," Draco answered rather quickly. "Mother wanted to make sure I was coming home for Christmas, that's all."
"But Christmas is like in two months away," Blaise said.
"Yeah, well, Mother is very busy these days. She gets like this around Halloween every year."
"Oh, okay."
"Say, are you coming to Hogsmeade later?" Harry asked them.
"I don't feel like it," Draco said. He folded his arms together and looked disturbed. Harry didn't want to get into talking about what disturbed him. He knew it was about his father. Perhaps it was something his mother wrote in the letter, and he didn't want to discuss it with them.
"Er – How about you, Blaise?"
"All right, I'll come," he answered in a much better mood than Draco.
While Draco turned to read his copy of the Sunday Prophet and Blaise stared at Pansy and daydreamed, Harry turned to look at the Gryffindor table. Ginny just got his note, and she was stroking Hedwig affectionately while she read it.
"I need to complete a few essays, so I'll be in the common room," Draco said, still a bit gloomy. Blaise agreed to accompany him and told Harry to meet him at the entrance hall that afternoon, before he left with Draco.
When Harry walked out of the Great Hall, he spotted Ginny walk out on the grounds with Hermione Granger. Without even thinking he called her name.
She did not turn around, although she recognized his voice. He ran up to meet her, but she grabbed hold on Hermione's forearm and dragged her away.
"Come on, Ginny, wait a second!"
She stopped, but her back was facing him.
He finally reached her, breathless. He breathed heavily, trying to get his normal breath back. "I – want – to talk – to you," he said, his lungs still fighting for fresh air. "Alone."
She turned around slowly. Her eyes were closed and her lips were pressed together. She opened them briefly as a heavy sigh left her mouth. "Whatever you have to say, you can say in front of Hermione."
Her eyes, now fully open, were unusually dark, and she frowned at him. Hermione looked uncomfortable at the situation and blushed. Harry wanted to object, but thought it could be his only shot, so he went for it.
"All right. Did you get my note?"
"Yes."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Please stop playing innocent. Do you forgive me or not?" he said, controlling his temper, and did his best not to snap at her.
"Not," she replied.
"Why? I've asked for your forgiveness –"
She cut him off before he could say anything else. "Oh, you mean your stinky 'sorry'? I don't really give a damn about it. There's nothing for me to forgive because I'm not talking to you! We are not friends or any kind of colleagues. So, please, for the last time, leave me alone. I don't want you to follow me around anymore. Please let it go..."
She started to walk back to the castle. Hermione looked at him for a second, her look unreadable, before she ran to meet with her.
"I'll tell Dean!" he shouted at her. She stopped her tracks and turned to look at him again.
"Tell Dean what?" she asked, still sounding quite angry with him. She was walking back to him, leaving Hermione behind.
"About our kiss," he whispered, looking up to see if Hermione was listening, even that he knew she already knew all about it.
"You mean your kiss," Ginny corrected.
"No, you kissed me back and that's what made it our kiss. And I think your boyfriend should know what you are doing behind his back."
She waved her hand dismissively. "Fine, tell him. Do whatever you want. I don't care anymore, but there's just one last thing you need to know: you're a coward."
And with that she walked back to Hermione, not looking back at him, and they headed back to the castle.
Harry reviewed all the things she just said to him. When she said she wasn't forgiving him and that they weren't friends, he felt like someone slapped him across his face. She wanted him to let go of the whole thing. She actually begged him for that. He didn't look at the situation from her point of view. He acted like Blaise acted around Pansy. Well, maybe less pathetic, but he was still a bit obsessed with her.
He admired everything about her. Her fiery red hair, the little freckles on her nose and cheeks, her pink lips, her brown eyes. He admired her talent in Quidditch. He even admired the way she yelled at him.
He was obsessed.
Now who's pathetic? he thought.
All he wanted was to know if she forgave him, and all he did was hurt her more.
What was about this girl who crept into his mind and insisted not to leave it? No girl ever made him feel this way. So why her? Why now? And most importantly, how could he make her forgive him after what he did to her?
He knew that he would do anything to make her feel better.
Harry thought of these things while he walked around the corridors, passing the time until he would have to meet Blaise. He didn't notice where he was going, his legs led the way.
"Harry!" someone suddenly called. Footsteps came from behind him, and Harry turned around and saw Draco walking over to him. "What are you doing here? Don't you have to meet Blaise?" he asked.
"Um, I was just walking to pass the time, I guess I should –"
A "Shhh!" cut him off in the middle of the sentence. Harry and Draco shot their heads up in searching for the source of the sound.
"What was that?" Harry asked, sensing something fishy.
"I think it came from there," Draco said, pointing to a door at the end of the corridor. "This is the seventh floor, right?"
Harry, who wasn't so sure where his legs really took him, just nodded. "I didn't know there are classrooms here."
"There aren't any. That door wasn't here when I first saw you." Harry looked at him like he's gone mad. "Don't look at me like that! It was a blank wall just a minute ago, and now there's a door over there!"
"All right, let's say I believe you, what do you reckon we should do?" Harry asked, eyeing the door suspiciously.
"Let's open it," Draco said when he turned to look at Harry with a wide smirk on his face.
Harry smirked back, loving the idea. They walked together to the door with light steps. When they reached it, they leaned against the wall and heard murmuring coming from the other side. Draco looked at Harry for confirmation for doing the next move. Harry nodded his agreement, and Draco griped the handle of the door, and swung it wide open.
The sight of the two Slytherins at the door gave the four occupants of the room a start. Harry and Draco never thought they would meet the two Weasleys and their significant others when they opened the door.
The four of them sat on a large carpet in the middle of the room, which was lighted only by candles. As they saw them, they all rose from the floor.
Ron, who looked very much shocked at Draco and Harry's appearance at the door, dropped something furry, which disappeared from view before Harry even had the chance to see what it actually was.
Hermione, unlike Ron, didn't waste time in gaping at them, and started to collect all their stuff from the floor. There was a cauldron, a few potions vials, couple of books and an old parchment. While she tried to shove everything into her school bag, she muttered something that sounded like 'Why didn't we see them coming?'
"I wouldn't move if I were you, Granger," Draco said, walking into the room slowly.
Harry walked behind him, taking a look around of the room. He saw Ginny and Dean standing now at the corner, looking back at him. "We have to stop meeting like this," he said to them with a wink. They just pouted at him. Dean had a look of disgust on his face.
"What are you doing here? Practicing Potions?" Draco continued, talking to Hermione.
"No, founding a cult," she said, standing back up.
Ron suddenly seemed to pull himself out of his state of shock. "This is a private Prefect meeting, so if you don't mind, we will very appreciate it if you two leave now!"
Hermione and Dean bowed their heads and Ginny smacked her forehead, shook her head and sighed, "Oh, Ron!" Ron, however, didn't realize his mistake yet, and looked puzzled.
"A private Prefect meeting, eh? Did you hear that Harry? Well, I guess you forgot to invite me than." Draco looked around and stared at Dean. "And what's this? I didn't know Mr. Thomas was filling my place, that's so thoughtful of you!" he said in a mocking voice, but at the same time looked dangerously at them.
"I – Well..." Ron tried to say, the realization finally sinking in on him, but he couldn't manage to say anything else.
"I should really inform Professor Dumbledore about his Gryffindor Prefects. I don't know why he chose you, Weasel. You can't even put one plus one together!"
"Hey, that's not true!" Ron called.
Draco ignored him. "Anyway, I'm confiscating everything in this room –" Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but Draco held his hand up and went on, "Unless you want me to report the Headmaster about your illegal activities. I bet he will take your Prefect badge away."
"Fine!" she huffed and picked up her school bag. "Let's go, guys."
Ron, Dean and Ginny started to walk to the door just as Hermione reached it, but then Draco called and they all stopped. "Oh, Granger, I believe you have things in your bag. If you don't mind, leave them here. Dumbledore won't be so pleased with you if you don't..."
Flicking his Prefect badge with his fingers at her, Draco looked very satisfied when Hermione walked over to him and handed him the old piece of parchment she put in her bag. She turned on her heel and left the room.
Harry was now leaning against the open door. When Ron and Dean left after Hermione, Ginny was the last in the line. He looked at her, and when she walked by past him, he held her by her hand to stop her. "I wanted you to know that I really am sorry for what I've done," he whispered to her. She looked down at his hand, where he held her, and he took it back.
"How touchy," Draco muttered at them. At the sound of his voice, Ginny remembered he was there too, and she left without looking back.
"What do you want to do with this stuff?" Harry asked, like he wasn't embarrassed at all from Draco's last comment.
"I don't know. I'll ask Snape what to do with it. He'll probably make Weasel and Granger clean it up anyway." Draco walked over to the cauldron in the middle of the room. Inside there was a thick dark brown potion, still bubbling, like the cauldron was on the fire. "Eww, what do you think they were trying to make? It smells awful!"
Harry glanced at his watch. It was four fifty, and he was late to meet Blaise. "I better go, or else Blaise will get all whiny at me." He turned to talk in a tone that sounded a lot like Blaise's voice, "Where have you been, Harry? I'm waiting for you forever! And I missed Pansy! Do you know how much I wanted to walk after her all the way to Hogsmeade?"
Draco chuckled at the imitation and walked with Harry out of the room, down to the Great Hall.
"Say, Draco, when you met me before, you asked what I was doing here, but the real question is what were you doing here?" Harry asked, a bit amused.
"Er – Never mind, it's not important," Draco excused and quickly changed the subject. "So you're off to meet Blaise right now, hua?"
"Yeah. Are you sure you don't want to come with us? Just for two hours, it'll be fun," Harry tried to convince Draco again.
"No thanks, I'll stay here," he said when he looked closely at the parchment he was still holding.
"What is that, anyway?"
"Looks like sort of a map to me."
"Let me see." Harry took the parchment from him, and before he could observe it, Professor Lupin ran into them.
"Oh, Harry, I'm glad I ran into you," he said.
"Literally," Draco muttered. "I'll see you later at the feast, Harry."
Harry nodded, and looked back at his teacher, who he was now totally alone with. "What did you want, Professor? It's not going to take long, is it? Because Blaise is waiting for me at the entrance hall for the past fifty five minutes or so..."
"No, it'll be short, I promise. I wanted to ask you if it's okay if I join you and your parents for Christmas Eve."
Was everyone getting ready for Christmas already? Harry thought.
"It's not around a full moon this year?" he asked.
Lupin shook his head, but held a smile on his face. "Not this year, finally. I haven't celebrated Christmas properly for so many years."
"Did you already discuss it with my parents?"
"Yes, I did. I was actually worried about your reaction, since you were just a young child when I last celebrated Christmas with your family."
"Well, I don't think it's a good idea," he said. Lupin's smile faded slowly, but then Harry smiled at him. "Just kidding, it's fine by me." Lupin sighed with relief and smiled back. "Well, I've got to go," Harry said, gesturing with his hand to the staircase heading down to the entrance hall. He hadn't noticed he waved the map right in front of Lupin's face.
Lupin suddenly turned to him with curiosity as he saw the map, "Harry, what is that?" He pointed to the map. His eyes were wide, like they were surprised at something and there was hope in them all the same.
"Oh, Draco just confiscated it from a group of... Gryffindors, just a Prefect duty, you know. He said it looks like a map, but I haven't had the chance to look at it myself."
"A map, he said? Can I have a look at it?"
Harry shrugged and handed the map to the Professor. If it was possible, his eyes grew ever wider than before as he looked down at the parchment.
"Oh dear," Lupin whispered to himself. "I haven't seen this for so long..."
"What is it?" Harry asked, trying to take a pick at the parchment.
"I – I'll explain later. I'm taking it, okay?"
"Er – Okay..." Harry looked at him suspiciously, thinking everyone around him have gone mad today.
"All right," Lupin said nervously. "Well, off you go to meet your friend!"
Harry and Lupin separated. He headed down to meet Blaise, and found him pacing from side to side near the great oak doors.
"Harry! Where have you been? I'm waiting for you forever! And I missed Pansy! Do you know how much I wanted to –"
"Hold on," Harry said, holding his right hand to stop his friend from saying another word, and then he started to rub his temple. "I'm getting a déjà-vu."
"Hua?" Blaise looked confused.
Harry shook his head and chuckled. "Never mind. Ready to go?"
"When are we going to use all of this?" Blaise asked Harry when they left Zonko's with a large bag containing at least 15 Dungbombs and fireworks.
"You'll see," Harry said mischievously.
"And what if Filch catches us with this bag?"
"You're such a coward. And besides, Filch never suspects Slytherins with pranks like that."
"All right, what do we do now?"
"Let's go grab a cup of butterbeer and then head back to the castle."
As they walked to The Three Broomsticks, they neared Honeydukes. The door to the sweetshop opened and two girls exited. Blaise froze in his place when Pansy and Millicent stood now right in front of them.
"Oh, look who it is," Pansy said in an angry tone, looking at Harry. "Hello, Potter."
"Pansy," Harry said indifferently. "Er – Remember when I told you about my friend Blaise?" He clapped Blaise's shoulder hard, almost causing him to fall forward.
"Oh, yes, the shy one," she said, examining Blaise from head to toe. He blushed at her look.
"Blaise, why don't you tell Pansy what you told me about her the other day?" Harry looked at his friend with a hint in his eyes.
However, it took Blaise a minute to catch that. "What did I tell y...? – Oh, you mean that thing?"
"That's right Blaise. You keep this bag safe, okay? And I'll be at The Three Broomsticks."
He left them alone and looked back, he saw Blaise actually talking to Pansy. He was being shy around her, but Harry knew that as he will spend more time with her, he was sure to get more confident.
Mission accomplished, Harry thought. Now I just hope Blaise won't mess it up.
"But everybody is at The Three Broomsticks!"
"That's exactly why I want to go there!"
Harry heard two people arguing near by. He looked up to see it was none other than Dean and Ginny, who were standing in front of the pub, blocking the way in. Ginny looked crossed at Dean, and they seemed to have just had a fight. Since they were standing in front of the entrance to the pub, Harry couldn't get in. It was too awkward to go there and ask them to move so he could enter, so he just waited for them to move on their own.
"But in Madam Puddifoot's we can talk in private. If we enter The Three Broomsticks, your brother and his girlfriend will make us sit with them, and then it wouldn't be a date!" Dean said loudly.
"So you're not coming inside?" Ginny already seemed to make up her mind she wanted to go into the pub, other than the coffee shop.
"No!"
"Then I'm going by myself."
"Oh, no you don't!" Dean said. He grabbed her arm and started to pull her away from the pub.
That was Harry's shot to get inside, but he couldn't move at the sight of Ginny being dragged like this.
"What are you doing, Dean Thomas? Are you seriously going to drag me into this stupid café? Let go of my arm now!"
He couldn't stand it anymore. The anger just burst out. And suddenly he found himself pacing toward them. "Hey!" he called. He didn't know what Ginny was doing in Hogsmeade. Didn't she say she wanted to study? Maybe Dean made her go, like he was making her go with him right now.
Dean stopped dragging Ginny, but didn't let go of her arm. He and Ginny turned around to see who called to them, and saw it was Harry. Ginny looked flushed, but Dean moaned his exasperation. "Great! What do you want?"
"You heard what she said. She can walk, you know. And surely she can make up her own mind and make her own decisions. Now let her go," Harry said, feeling a bit of fury himself.
Did she still think he was a coward, sticking up for her like that?
"Why don't you go play the hero someplace else, hua Potter? Stop sticking your large nose in other people's business! Ginny told me you aren't leaving her alone, so why don't you just back off now, before you get seriously hurt?"
"Dean, come on. Let's just go somewhere and forget the whole thing?" Ginny said, seeing the anger in their eyes. She rubbed Dean's shoulder in a calming way, afraid he'd start something with Harry.
"No, wait a second Ginny. I had enough of this guy. He needs to learn when to stay away."
Harry laughed hollowly. "What are you going to do, hex me?"
"You bet I am," Dean said, pulling out his wand.
Let him hex me, Harry thought. He didn't pull out his own wand, but just stood there, watching them. "See who your boyfriend is, Ginny? You don't deserve him. Look how he treats you!"
"Don't talk to her!" Dean growled.
"Make me!" Harry shot back.
Dean couldn't stand it any longer. He reached out his hands and pushed Harry backwards.
"Don't you touch me, you stinking Mudb –" he stopped, thinking hard on his promise to Sirius. Don't say that word. Do not finish this sentence! he inwardly told himself.
"What the matter, Potter? Cat got your tongue?" Dean taunted. "Spill it out! Let me help you: M - U - D –"
"Dean!" Ginny yelled.
"Oh, never mind!" Dean muttered. He forgot he held his wand, and he started to push Harry harder in the chest. Harry didn't like the idea of being pushed that hard, and started to push Dean back at the same force he used on him. They soon started to use their fists, hitting each other in every possible place.
"Stop it!" Ginny shrieked. "Stop it right now! Dean!"
People, some were Hogwarts students and some were town villagers, were all around and watched them fight, but neither of them try to separate them. Harry and Dean broke after a minute. Dean pointed his wand at Harry and looked absolutely livid.
"Dean, no! Don't you dare!" Ginny warned. She was a bit frightened he would do something completely stupid. She knew it was all because of her.
But Dean hadn't listened, and he shot a stunner at Harry before Harry could even draw his wand to defend himself. Harry hit the ground and lay there motionless, observed by the crowd that gathered all around them. They all the gasped with shock and took a step back from Dean. He pocketed his wand and walked back to Ginny like nothing had happened, ignoring all the people who watched him.
"What did you do?" Ginny asked furiously.
"Nothing, he deserved it. Now let's go back to the castle," he whispered to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
She freed herself from the embrace. She didn't care even if the whole town was watching her. She had something to say, and she needed to get it out. "No! I won't go with you! You started this fight! You threatened to hurt him, and all he did was try to make sure I was all right! He didn't even say the whole word!"
"He didn't say it because you were here! Ginny, this guy has seriously problems. He's infatuated with you, can't you see that?" Dean argued.
"He didn't even pull out his wand and you went and stunned him!" She looked around and saw she was still the centre of interest of the crowd around them, and she was sick of it. "Why are you still watching? Don't you have anything better to do?" Soon, she and Dean were alone again. Harry was still lying unconscious on the ground.
"You defend him? After what he's done to you, you defend him? This Slytherin git? Why?"
Ginny didn't answer. She bowed her head and thought what to say. It's time that Dean will know the truth. "Because I think he's better than you. He's a better person, a better looking guy and a better kisser."
"What do you mean a better kisser? You kissed him?" Dean shouted.
"Yes, and in spite of everything I told myself, I don't regret it either. Now hear me out on the thing I'm going to say right now, because I'm not going to repeat it for you. I'm not interested in you anymore, we're over."
Dean looked shocked. "But Ginny –"
"Bye Dean," she said and he walked off angrily.
Ginny bent down to Harry, and put his head in her lap. She pulled out her wand and pointed it to him. "Ennervate."
Harry's eyes slowly opened. He blinked a few times, and tried to remember where he was. He slowly looked around, and the hints of red hair from above him came into view. He looked up and saw Ginny's face smiling softly at him.
He shot up as he remembered what just happened. He looked around and searched for Dean, but he wasn't in sight.
"It's okay, he's gone," Ginny said, getting up and sweeping dust off her robes. "Er – I wanted to say I'm –" she started to say, but someone cut her off.
"Harry!" Blaise shouted from behind. Harry turned around and saw Blaise running towards him. "Harry," he breathed when he stopped in front of him, trying to catch his breath. "I just heard what happened. I was with Pansy and I heard you got stunned, so I ran as fast as I could..." he gulped when he finished talking.
Harry took a quick look at Ginny. He wondered what happened while he was out. Where did Dean go and why did he wake up in Ginny's lap? "Let's go Blaise," he said quietly.
"Are you sure you want –" Blaise started to say, but Harry cut him off.
"Yes, I'm sure. Let's go," he said more firmly.
They started to walk away to the castle, but Ginny called out. "Wait!"
Harry didn't turn around. He chased after this girl for ages. Let her chase him now, if she really wanted. Even though, he couldn't help but think that all the pursuing wasn't worth it.
A/N: Here you go, the longest chapter I ever written, and it's because you had to wait a lot. I hope it was worth the wait.
So things might not brighten for Harry in this chapter, but definitely brightened for Ginny. No more Dean, thank god. Too bad Harry doesn't know that. Yet. Will he in the next chapter? You just have to wait and see.
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