Title: The Perfect Wife
Author: slytherin-nette
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters you recognize from the HP books in this story. All I own is the plot. Everything else belongs to JK Rowling. She rocks.
Pairings: DM/femHP, RW/LrM, BZ/HG, SB/RV, BM/??, AM/?? and many others.
Warnings: This is a Post-Hogwarts story so it will be slightly more mature than TPG but equally insane. Wahaha. Also, this story contains PREGNANCY, RATED scenes and SLASH relationships.
A/N: RATED SCENE included in this chapter. I marked the area in case you guys may want to skip it. I saw that some of you were unhappy with Harry's decision in the last chapter but the only thing I have to say is…Patience is a VIRTUE. The story is NOT quite over yet… You'll have to wait until the epilogue next chapter to see how everything is resolved. *mysterious smile* I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! It was bucket-loads of fun, fluff and sexiness! Weee! :D
Chapter 20 – And the Ride Starts Again!
Right…Leather outfit…Schoolgirl outfit…Spandex…?! Ugh…I can't believe I wore that! TOSS!
Harry wrinkled her nose in disgust as she shuddered at the memory and snatched the three aforementioned outfits out of her large closet, hurling them to the growing pile of discarded Unspeakable disguises on the floor of their bedroom. She turned her attention back to the large display of clothing hanging from her double-doored closet and fused her eyebrows in thought.
Leather boots…Handcuffs…Leather whip…Net stockings…TOSS! Harry shuddered again and tossed the four items from her hand to the pile behind her again. She scowled to herself at all the humiliating memories flooding her mind and ploughed deeper into her large closet to find more clothes.
Sailor girl…? Can't remember wearing this…Hmm…Bunny ears…Bunny outfit… She held back a laugh and was just about to toss the two pink items behind her when a hand out of nowhere suddenly plucked the two right out of her hands – causing her to growl and whirl around in sharp protest.
"HEY! What in the—DRACO!"
Harry's scowl darkened in annoyance as she found herself glaring right into Draco's devastatingly handsome smirk. The former Slytherin had snuck right up behind her and was now holding the bunny ears and dress up high over her head with a single hand, shaking his head and sniggering loudly when Harry growled and made to jump up several times to reach it.
"NOT this one, Potter…Everything else you can throw away. Consider it a…Remembrance for me…" His smirk widened and he ignored her knowing glare at him as he whistled innocently and slowly walked back out of the room, the bunny dress and ears still clutched carefully in his hands.
Harry's glare intensified and she would have yelled at her infuriatingly perverted husband had he not already stalked right out of their bedroom, his innocent whistles echoing down the long hallways of their Godric's Hollow estate. Rolling her eyes to herself, she sighed and turned back to the task of cleaning out her closet again, frowning when she was left with nothing but dresses and skirts.
Ugh…Now this definitely will NOT do. Where did all my normal trousers and shirts go…? Her frown deepened as she stuck her head into her closet and began rifling deeper through the clothes again, her hands pushing aside and plunging through as many skirts and dresses in annoyance.
Alright…As much as I hate to admit it…I have to go shopping for a new wardrobe. Harry grumbled to herself as she sighed and pulled her head out of her closet again. She was just on the verge of closing the two double doors shut again when something in the far end of the rack caught her attention and raising an eyebrow, she reached out carefully and took it off the rack in inspection.
At the sight of the familiar and very distinct red and gold colors contrasting beautifully against the clean material of her old Hogwarts uniform, Harry smiled and held the uniform up into the light.
Hmm…Not bad…I wonder if I can still fit into this thing…? She grinned wider and was just about to slip herself right into it when a soft noise suddenly interrupted her from behind. Raising an eyebrow, Harry fought the urge to roll her eyes when she recognized her husband's presence and slowly turned around – her green eyes widening in shock moments later at the scene that greeted her.
"You're way past your curfew, Miss Potter…How does…10 points from Gryffindor sound?"
Feeling a sudden rush of blood flowing heatedly into her pale cheeks, Harry held back an overwhelming wave of lust hitting her as she stared dazedly into Draco's sexy smirk across the room, her eyes drinking in the neat, green and silver colored Hogwarts uniform that fit perfectly on his frame.
"D—Draco…Wh—what are you doing—"
An elegant eyebrow arched lazily at the sound of Harry's raspy voice and Draco's smirk widened, his steel-like, glinting silver eyes slowly wracking up and down her slender quivering body. When Harry gulped and slowly began backing away into the closet just as Draco stepped into the room, the former Slytherin's eyes narrowed and he shook his head warningly at her in mock admonishment.
"Tsktsk…..Out of bed and out of proper school attire too…That is completely UNACCEPTABLE, Potter!" He raised his wand and pointed right at his shivering wife – watching with a languid smirk on his face as her Hogwarts uniform floated out of the closet and magically forced itself onto her body.
She gasped and tried to step away again but to her misfortune, her foot caught on one of the carelessly strewn boots on the floor and she ended up yelping and stumbling backwards onto the floor. Gulping again and crawling backwards along her elbows away from his approaching form, Harry gulped again and tried to mask her nervousness by offering her husband a sheepish grin and wince.
"D—Draco…I have no idea what's going on through your sick mind right now but I—"
Draco's eyes hardened and he sneered at her, raising his wand back up and pointing it arrogantly over the Head Boy badge pinned onto his robes. "SILENCE, Potter! I'm Head Boy and I have the right to punish you for breaking the rules! Now up on your feet! Come on, UP! Right now!"
He flicked his wand over her again and Harry had to bite back another gasp of surprise that escaped her lips when she was forced back up onto her feet by his magic, flushing even darker moments later when his spell pushed her forward until she was standing right in front of him.
Finally understanding and well-aware of his intentions at this point, Harry tried to prevent a laugh from escaping her as Draco stepped forward again – holding his wand up and pointing it right at the pulse point of her neck. He reached a hand out and gripped her chin tightly so he could tilt her blushing face up impatiently to meet his harsh glare, forcing her to see the dangerous glint in his eyes.
When she shivered in growing desire again and did nothing else but stare blankly up at him, Draco's smirk grew and slowly flicked his eyes back down again – allowing his gaze to linger all over the curves of her slender body. Her breathing grew heavy as he did this and she swallowed again, unconsciously pressing herself closer against him until she could feel the heat coming off his form.
Draco quirked an eyebrow lazily up at her again and sneered in exaggerated boredom, stepping away from her and pretending to consider the situation.
"I think we have a bit of a curious predicament here, Potter…What do you think…?"
Harry couldn't bring herself to answer him as she merely took in another deep, shaky breath and began to trail her own eyes up and down his body – her throat growing completely dry as she drank in the well-missed sight of how his Slytherin uniform fit so perfectly against his lean frame.
Draco noticed her look and his smirk began to twitch in amusement. He shook his head and called her attention again by tilting her face back up so she could stare into his steel-gray eyes.
"You see, Potter…I have two choices at this point…I could turn you in right now to the Headmaster for being out of bed…and in the process get you to lose a dozen more housepoints – which I would thoroughly ENJOY, by the way…" He sneered again and watched in growing arousal and a deep sense of self-satisfaction when the familiar fires of indignant anger began to flare in her eyes.
"OR—" Draco wrapped a hand around her waist and yanked her roughly against him, eliciting another gasp from her when she soon found herself pressed very suggestively against her smirking husband. He ignored her flushed face and leaned in close, his lips grazing sensually along her ear.
"—you could…persuade me…to do otherwise...So what do you think I should do…Potter?" His eyes narrowed and he very slowly licked a suggestive trail along the outer shell of her ear, chuckling under his breath when his wife shivered again and began to squirm very heatedly in his arms.
"M—Malfoy…Y—you…A—arrogant…B—bastard…S—screw you…"
Her voice came out as a hoarse, raspy whisper that did nothing to conceal the lust that was clearly implied in her spoken words. She gazed back up at him and returned his glare, the knowing, teasing gleam in her green eyes telling him she was playing along with his little game of seduction.
Draco chuckled under his breath again and slowly pulled her closer, trailing one free hand down her body until it lingered just below the hemline of her Gryffindor skirt. She stiffened at this and despite her half-hearted protests against him; he could sense that she was aroused by his actions.
"Hmm…Eager much, are we…? I'm beginning to think you like this, Potter…Hmm…?" He held back a smirk again as his hand began to move upwards along her smooth leg – stopping intrusively just as his fingers brushed along the searing heat that emanated from the wetness between her legs.
Unable to stay quiet any longer, Jaimee emitted a soft whimper and involuntarily pressed herself closer against him, wincing when his other hand had crawled up her back, intertwined itself into the tresses of her hair and yanked her head back painfully to expose her neck to his hungry gaze.
"Do you want me…?"
*START OF RATED SCENE*
Draco smirked again and didn't bother waiting for her to respond as he bent down and began trailing a line of heated bites and kisses along her neck, licking the bites along sensually right after all the way down until he reached her collarbone. He yanked her hair again to force her to bend down further and began using his teeth to slowly unclasp the first few buttons of her school blouse.
Her body trembled at the intimate contact and she brought her hands up to rest on his shoulders, digging her fingernails against him as though she was trying to keep herself from slipping away. Draco took her reaction as permission and continued his ministrations, backing her slowly towards the far wall of their bedroom until her back was pressed up against the mirror behind them.
He slowly slipped the small white Hogwarts blouse off her slender frame and Jaimee gasped soon after when she felt the cool, smooth glass of the mirror's surface pressing firmly against the warm, flushed skin of her back. She watched as Draco impatiently tugged the green and silver necktie off his neck before smirking slyly and tying it securely around her lust-filled green eyes.
When she opened her mouth to protest against this, he silenced her by leaning down and catching her lips in a hard, passionate kiss – his tongue thrusting itself forcefully into her mouth and muffling her voice into a soft, helpless moan. Her hands tightened around his shoulders just as he let out an impatient growl and slammed her harder against mirror, trapping her body down with his.
He forced his leg insistently between hers and parted her thighs, using the same move to raise his leg a little higher so that his knee brushed very quickly against the wet aching between her legs. Jaimee winced and whimpered impatiently at this, trying to get more contact between their bodies but Draco just chuckled at her and pushed her away, leaning down so that his lips lingered over her bra.
"Have patience, love…"
His whisper tickled pleasurably along the top of her breasts and Harry shivered again, unable to see or do anything else except grip onto him for fear of falling onto the floor. Draco hissed when he felt her clawing against his shoulder and carefully used his teeth again to peel the straps of her bra off her slim shoulders, rewarding the pale revealed skin a soft kiss before moving onto her parted lips.
He pressed his lips firmly against hers again and prevented any further attempts of her removing the blindfold from her eyes by taking both her hands and slamming them back onto the mirror with a single own of his own. She would have struggled at this but even before any words had left her mouth, she felt Draco untying her tie from her neck and pushing it right into her mouth.
"MMMPH—!"
"Shhhhh… Not one word, Potter…The twins are playing in the next room…You wouldn't want them to think that anything… horrible …was happening in here when they start hearing their mother …screaming…Would you…?"His eyes and his arousal began to harden at his own words and if anything, they seemed to affect Harry as well as she stiffened and began to struggle wildly against him.
"Mmmmph—"
Draco chuckled and raised a single finger up to her lips, silencing the rest of her protests by leaning down and pressing a teasing kiss against her neck. "Shhh…Just…Relax, love…Let me take it from here." He sneered and snaked his free hand behind her, slowly unclasping the hooks of her bra.
He watched with a predatory burning in his gaze as the garment fell right off her pale frame and exposed her ample breasts to his feasting gray eyes. Shuddering at the sudden coldness and the strange vulnerability of not being able to see him, Jaimee stiffened again and tried to move away – only to have herself pressed back up against the mirror when her husband growled warningly again.
"Mmmph—!"
Before she could register what was happening, Draco had already leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth – eliciting sharp muffled moans and whimpers from her as she struggled and began to thrash wildly against his strong hold. His hand tightened around her wrists and he kept her trapped easily with his own strength, ignoring her muffled sounds as he turned and began lavishing the same attention to her other breast with pretty much the ardor. He teeth nipped, grazed and nibbled hungrily against her breasts and positively drove her crazy, causing her to thrash again and attempt to wrestle herself out of his arms if only so she could lean up and meet his lips.
Draco seemed to understand her desperation, however, and soon leaned up and began trailing another line of sensual kisses along her skin underneath her jaw, his other hand finally moving down and caressing the inner skin of her thigh. She felt his hardened arousal pressing up insistently against her as Draco pinned her body harder against the mirror, the fabric of his school trousers barely able to block out the overwhelming heat that was already straining desperately between both their legs.
Unable to hold himself back any longer, a low, animalistic growl erupted from the former Slytherin. Jaimee felt him pull away from her for a brief second, keeping his hand firmly around her bound wrists. He soon returned moments later and this time, another muffled moan escaped her lips when she suddenly felt the warm skin of his hard chest pressing against her soft shivering body.
"Mmmph…Dr—amph…."
Draco chuckled under his breath at her attempt to whisper his name, hurling his discarded school shirt to the floor before resuming his efforts at kissing her breasts once more.
"I'm right here, Harry…"
His voice had grown into a hoarse whisper similar to hers as he began to grind himself against her, the smooth fabric of his school trousers chaffing loudly against the cloth of her skirt.
"Mmmph…P—P…Pleemph…"
He hissed and bit down hard on the skin of her shoulder, his free hand roughly snatching up the hemline of her skirt and yanking it up so that he could shove his fingers into her underwear. Jaimee winced and let out another muffled whimper at the sudden intrusion of his fingers, thrashing wildly and furiously shaking her head as she moaned and tried to force more contact in her agitation.
Draco's eyes narrowed at this and he stopped the rest of her struggles by growling and yanking his hand back out. "I said…PATIENCE, Potter! I don't want to hear another word out of you! Do you hear me…?! Don't make me take more house points from Gryffindor…I'm warning you!" He smirked when Harry instantly stopped moving and stiffened, her form beginning to tremble in anger.
"That's better…"
His sneer widened and he pressed against her again, reaching down and very slowly beginning to undo the zipper of his pants. Unable to see what he was doing, Jaimee continued to remain silent and completely stiff, her flushed form heaving with shallow breaths as she tried to gain a semblance of control over her lustful urges. Keeping his other hand carefully pinning hers onto the mirror, Draco purposely let his belt and trousers fall onto the floor so that she could hear the loud clanging sound.
Once she realized this, her flush returned and she pressed herself against him again, shuddering when she felt his hand sliding up the side of her thigh and tugging onto the thin waistband of her underwear, pulling the garment all the way back down until it eventually fell onto the floor.
"You want me…?"
Jaimee could only nod back desperately at him in response, whimpering again when Draco's hand began to slide back up and teased at the unbearable moistness between her legs. She heard his lazy chuckle just before his lips grazed along her breasts again, causing her to let out a muffled cry.
He pulled back slightly and forced himself between her legs, reaching down and impatiently tugging off his black boxers so that his entire length was pressing tightly right at her entrance. Again, he teased her by leaning in and nibbling along her ear, whispering something in a harsh, lustful hiss.
"Do you want me…? I want to hear you…Say my name, love…"
He reached up and yanked the balled-up Gryffindor necktie from her mouth, sneering contentedly to himself just before he plunged right into her waiting body with one smooth, hard thrust.
"DRACO!!!!!"
Draco's smirk widened and he shoved the necktie back into her mouth to muffle the rest of her loud screams, not bothering to wait for any more of her reaction as he pulled back and slammed himself into her again – eliciting another flurry of high-pitched, muffled sounds from her lips.
"MMMMPH!!!!! DR—MMMMMMPH!"
Those arousing, muffled sounds increased in volume as he began thrusting hard and deep into her trembling body, grunting and growling a couple of times as he clenched his teeth and forced himself to control his raging lust when he was overwhelmed by the sheer tightness and wetness of her.
Unable to keep up his slow pace any longer, Draco finally released her wrists so he could wrap his arms around her and yank her up, pressing her body firmly against the cold glass of the mirror behind them. His wife obliged him instantly and wrapped her legs around his waist, her free hands going back up to his shoulders so that she could support herself up against his thrusting movements.
Her fingernails dug into the warm skin of his back and made him hiss in pleasure as he leaned down and began sucking on one of her beautiful breasts again. His deep thrusts almost seemed never-ending as he kept himself plunging in and out of her, seeking desperately to satisfy all that insatiable hunger that had slowly built up inside him for the last three months he hadn't been able to touch her.
Jaimee seemed to feel the same way and wrapped her legs tighter around his waist to encourage him to thrust harder and deeper into her, her arms trembling as they linked themselves helplessly around his neck. In spite of not being able to see anything because of the necktie on her eyes, she used her free hand to yank out only the necktie in her mouth and leaned back down, pressing her face against his shoulder so she could muffle her moans of pleasure against him instead.
When his thrusts quickened and became powerful enough to cause the mirror behind them to rock noisily with each movement, the sounds she was making also heightened and she had to bite down hard onto his shoulder to keep from screaming out loud. Again, Draco hissed at this and began to ram himself even more furiously against her body, a bead of sweat trickling slowly down his face.
"U—ugh…G—God…Y—you're…S—so…b—beautiful…S—so tight…S—so…good…"
His voice broke and a harsh ripping sound followed as Draco yanked her skirt up higher and began pounding himself into her body like an enraged animal, his teeth tightly clenched and his breathing labored in his impending climax. Harry clenched her eyes shut tightly and was unable to keep quiet anymore as she relinquished her bite on his shoulder and began screaming out loud, her nails clawing painfully into his back as though she was fighting to keep a hold onto her sanity.
"G—gods! O—oh gods! U—ugh…D—Draco…D—Draco…DRACO!!!!!"
Draco had to reach a hand up to cover Harry's mouth as a loud, orgasmic scream tore itself from her throat – the sound echoing loudly along the silent walls of their bedroom and sounding like music to his ears. He clenched his own eyes shut and soon followed after her as he thrust one last time into her violently shivering body and exploded – his vision darkening into blissful sea of stars, fire and total, encompassing blackness. He thrust a couple more times into her to empty out the few remaining traces of perhaps the most violent orgasm he had ever had in his life before finally letting out a weak exhale of breath and very carefully setting her trembling form back onto the floor.
Harry didn't seem any better off than he was and had to cling onto him for support, her breathing ragged and her shoulders heaving desperately for shallow intakes of oxygen. Her face was flushed and her long dark hair was scattered all over the place, several of which had fallen into her eyes. A dozen of his red bites littered the smooth skin along her neck and stood out distinctly amidst her pale skin, drawing Draco's attention as he managed a weak smirk and leaned down to kiss them.
She shivered weakly at his ministrations again but smiled and slowly closed her eyes in exhaustion, leaning her head back down so that it was resting against his shoulder and wrapping her arms around his neck. Draco followed her by tilting his head slightly to plant a gentle kiss onto her forehead, wrapping his arms around her waist so that he could support her form with his strength.
*END OF RATED SCENE*
As he managed to usher his wife's weak, naked form towards their bed and had covered both their slowly cooling bodies with one of their silk blankets, Draco froze just when he heard the distinct sounds of two pairs of toddling footsteps scuffling their way into the side entrance of their bedroom.
"DADDY…MOMMY…?"
Horrified at the sound of Garrett's genuinely inquisitive voice, both Draco and Harry shot up into sitting positions and watched as their oldest son peeked his blonde head slowly into the room from the adjoining entrance of the nursery. Gabriel soon followed him and peeked his head in right after, blinking up at his parents' flushed, gaping faces and shooting his mother a sad, baby frown.
Still unable to say anything for fear of her voice not being able to work properly, Harry could do nothing else but gulp and wrap the silk blankets tighter around their flushed, naked forms. It was Draco who managed to find his voice first and he managed to let out a weak, reassuring smile at them.
"H—hey…Y—you two…G—go back to your room… G—go and p—play—"
Gabriel interrupted his father's protests and blinked up at them again, flicking wide tear-filled green eyes back up at his furiously blushing mother and giving her an innocent, worried look.
"MOMMY…OUCHIE?"
At Draco's muffled laughter, Harry let out a horrified squeak and fainted onto the bed.
"EVERYONE…LET'S HEAR IT FOR THE MINISTER'S NEWLY PROMOTED LAPDOGS! HEAR HEAR!"
Harry couldn't prevent a laugh from escaping her lips at Seamus' rather inappropriate introduction. The Irish wizard ushered Byron, Ron and Neville all up onto the stage of The Common Room that night, watching as just about everyone else gathered around the small stage in the rapidly growing popular bar around them cheered loudly and began applauding their enthusiasm.
"WOOT! BYRON, YOU'RE THE MAN! YOU ROCK!"
Rolling her eyes, she grinned again and turned to the side to find Spencer Addison hooting and cheering loudly along with some of the younger Unspeakable agents in the crowd. She shook her head when his cheers were soon followed by more of their friends hooting loudly as Byron, Ron and Neville all stepped awkwardly onto the stage and tried to calm the rest of their friends back down.
Still laughing helplessly at the scene and at the sight of some of her Hogwartian friends dancing drunkenly along to the upbeat music blaring around the club around them, she took one quick glance around the room – smiling and waving when she met Ginny's own grin several feet away.
The redheaded former Gryffindor was clinging tightly to her husband's arm that night and was blushing as Anton leaned in close every now and then and whispered something into her ear. A genuine smile was on his face and his hand lingered protectively over his wife's flat but otherwise pregnant two-month pregnant stomach, the sight bringing another warm smile to Harry's face.
Just a couple of feet away from them, Harry recognized her own husband's familiar frame from where he was standing and talking casually with his some of his old school friends. Seeing her looking at him, however, Draco raised an eyebrow at her in question but Harry just shook her head and gave him a reassuring grin, gesturing for him to continue on talking with his housemates.
Turning her eyes back to the very front of the room, she watched as a beet-faced Ron finally stepped down from the stage after making his speech and hurriedly rushed back to his laughing wife nearby, rolling his eyes when she gave him a teasing smile. Lorraine was, once again, pregnant with their second child that year and already, the half-veela had a small four-month-old baby bump.
Hermione stood right beside her and was giggling as Dean and Seamus began yanking Neville up onto the stage next, ignoring the former Gryffindor's embarrassed protests as he tried to cling onto Luna's hand. The blonde Ravenclaw laughed at him and ushered him on, clapping and cheering along with the rest of their Hogwartian batchmates as Seamus grinned and forced Neville to make a speech.
Around the room, several of the club's hired waiters and waitresses were diligently passing along a few drinks and refreshments around the crowd, pausing only to change music every now and then before continuing their rounds. Looking through the club's windows, Harry could make out several exasperated and thoroughly agitated gossip reporters and photographers trying to peer inside at them, all of which hoping of catching a glimpse of gossip about any of the guests inside.
"Some champagne, Harry…?"
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Harry turned around in surprise to find that Dean Thomas had approached her and was now holding a glass of wine up to her with a smile. Unfortunately, the loud blaring music of the club all around them had impaired her hearing and she failed to hear him, shaking her head and giving the other former Gryffindor an apologetic smile.
"SORRY…? WHAT DID YOU SAY, DEAN?"
Dean laughed at her frustrated features and spoke up louder, raising the glass of champagne up higher into the air so she could see it. "I ASKED…IF YOU WANTED A GLASS OF CHAMPAGNE? OR ANY DRINK FOR THAT MATTER? EVERYTHING IS ON THE HOUSE FOR EVERYONE TONIGHT!" He told her, making sure his voice was clearly above the loud, upbeat music that was blasting all around them.
Harry grinned and was just about to take the glass from his hand when something suddenly clicked into her mind and she froze, immediately tearing her hand away and shaking her head with a sheepish laugh. "OH…NO…I CAN'T! I'M SORRY… I'M NOT ALLOWED TO DRINK FOR AWHILE!" She told him with a mischievous grin, laughing when Dean's only response was to look at her in confusion.
"HUH? WHY NOT? YOU WON'T GET DRUNK OR ANYTHING FROM CHAMPAGNE, HARRY—"
The rest of Dean's question was drowned right out when Seamus Finnegan suddenly bounced his way towards them with a wide, ecstatic grin, his bright eyes riveting around to give Harry an appraising wink. "This place is PACKED and bloody WICKED! I get the feeling we'll be making the front page of the society papers tomorrow with this wicked party! Great job!" He rewarded his husband with a kiss on the cheek before turning around again, giving Harry a beaming, grateful smile.
"By the way, Harry…I'd just like to thank you—"
"WHAT?!" Harry frowned and held her hand over her ear to indicate to him that she couldn't hear him, laughing again when Seamus mimicked her actions and leaned in closer to speak to her.
"I SAID…I'D JUST LIKE TO THANK YOU FOR HELPING ME OUT TONIGHT! ONCE THOSE NEWSPAPER SHOTS COME OUT WITH YOU, LORRAINE, AND HERMIONE WEARING THE NEW DRESSES AND GOWNS I DESIGNED, THE FEMALE CUSTOMERS WILL BE ROLLING IN LIKE CRAZY!"
Harry rolled her eyes at his words but chuckled, flicking her eyes back down to stare at the surprisingly sexy but somewhat masculine design of the tuxedo dress she was wearing. "I STILL DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY I HAD TO WEAR 'THIS' ONE, SEAMUS! COULDN'T YOU HAVE GIVEN ME SOMETHING RELATIVELY NORMAL? I DRAW TOO MUCH ATTENTION ENOUGH AS IT IS!"
Seamus laughed at Harry's response and shook his head, pointing to the photographers that were beginning to flash away at the sight of her attire. "THAT WAS THE WHOLE POINT, HARRY! YOU'RE THE INSPIRATION FOR ONE OF MY NEWLY DESIGNED FASHION LINES – DRESSES THAT ARE BOTH FEMININELY SEXY 'BUT' MASCULINELY ASSERTIVE! FOR SEXY WOMEN WHO ARE NOT AFRAID TO SHOW THEIR 'MAN' SIDE! IT'S BRILLIANT, I TELL YOU! I'M GOING TO MAKE IT BIG!"
Harry and Dean met each other's eyes for a second before the two of them promptly burst out into simultaneous laughter again, shaking their head at Seamus' infectious antics. Reaching a hand out to pat Seamus' teasingly on the shoulder, Harry let out a helpless sigh and gave her friend a wink.
"WHATEVER MAKES YOU HAPPY…AND GAY…SEAMUS…"
She ignored his attempts at protesting and walked away from them before he could say anything, stifling another round of laughter when she heard Dean's similar teasing remarks at his husband as Harry walked away. Making her way through the groups of old Hogwartian students dancing in the crowd – several of which giving her smiles of acknowledgment – she finally stopped when she reached Ron and Hermione right at the front of the room with some of the other Gryffindors.
At the sight of her, both her best friends exclaimed and rushed out to greet her, drawing her attention to their flushed faces. Raising an eyebrow at them in amusement, Harry grinned knowingly and gestured to the laughing, slightly drunken group of dancers that were gathered around them.
"I see you two haven't completely gotten yourselves drunk yet…" She teased, indicating to the fifth glass of vodka Ron held in his hands. Sticking his tongue out at her, he drained the last of his drink before handing it to the passing waitress and rewarding Harry with a conspiratorial wink.
"This party is…BLOODY BRILLANT! Stroke of GENIUS, I tell you! And such a BREAK too after all those formal…BORING parties we attend all the time." Ron pointed out, earning a light punch to the arm from Hermione at his words. In spite of herself, the smile on her face indicated to him that she agreed with his words, however, and she nodded meekly, giving Harry a similar ecstatic smile.
"Well…I suppose it IS a welcome break…Trust Dean and Seamus to come up with something like this! I haven't seen some of our batchmates in AGES! It's certainly a fun reunion!" She enthused and if anything, both of her friends' excitement began to grow on Harry despite her reluctance.
"Yes…I suppose it is a welcome break from everything that's happened lately. By the way, you two…I've got interesting news to tell you…I just found out this morning that I'm—"
"BLOODY HELL…"
Ron's completely horrified and nauseated expression suddenly cut right through Harry's words and she shot him a worried look, taking in the definite green color of his face.
"Ron…What's wrong? Are you okay…? You don't look too good…"
"Honestly, Ronald…What is it this time? If you're drunk, Lorraine's going to have a fit—" The rest of Hermione's nagging response stopped abruptly as she followed Ron's gaze and promptly fell into a similar state, causing Harry's eyebrows to fuse in concern as she took in both their expressions.
Following their eyes at something over her shoulder, she let out an exasperated sigh and turned around. "Oh what is it now, you two…? I'm really trying to tell you something important here…If you don't want to listen to what I'm saying, then I'm going to have to…" Harry let the rest of her properly formed drawl fade off into silence, her features immediately contorting in horror.
"Oh…Bloody…Mother…of…Merlin…"
Standing just a couple of feet away from them near the stage and dancing very heatedly along to the loud music, Harry felt like ripping her eyes right out of her sockets as she was met with the sight of Spencer and Snape – both of which seemed too enamored with each other to notice her.
When after several more seconds of the Gryffindor trio staring and gaping at the bizarre sight in utter bewilderment and mortification, Ron gave out first and promptly fell backwards – his eyes rolling up to the back of his head as he collapsed into a dead, limp faint onto the dance floor.
THUD!
Harry cringed and would have given anything to join him in that instant but unfortunately, they were soon met with the sound of Lorraine Weasley's angry screech from right across the room.
"RON WEASLEY! IF YOU'RE DRUNK AGAIN, YOU ARE SLEEPING ON THE COUCH TONIGHT!"
Both Harry and Hermione's initial horror eventually gave way to amusement and they began laughing at the sight of Lorraine using her wand to drag her husband's unconscious form away, practically screaming her head off at him the entire time. As soon as they had gone and Harry and Hermione had gotten some control over their laughter, their attention was drawn again by a round of loud cheering – followed by the crowd behind them pointing to the stage right in front.
"BY-RON! BY-RON! BY-RON! BY-RON!"
Laughing again at the sight of her slightly flushed cousin-in-law being dragged up onto the stage by a widely grinning Seamus Finnegan, Harry watched as the dark-haired Malfoy stepped reluctantly onto the stage in the very center of the room. The watching crowd of guests below cheered loudly again and waited for the newly appointed Head Unspeakable to make his speech.
"U—uhm…W—well…I—uh…I don't really know what to say…Ehehe…"
Byron flushed darker when he caught sight of Vincent's laughing expression from where his boyfriend was standing with several more Unspeakable agents near the very front of the room. Sensing the younger man's embarrassment, Vincent smirked at him and gave him a teasing wink.
"U—uhm…Well…I suppose… All I CAN say is that…I—I'll try my best to fill the shoes of the last BRILLIANT Head Unspeakable before me…" He flicked his golden brown eyes back down and smiled back at Vincent's handsome face, laughing when all the crowd did was to boo at his mushiness.
The former Hogwartian Slytherins were the ones who didn't seem to appreciate his sentimentality the most and began booing louder – surprisingly led on by Draco, who was standing right in the very front of the whole group. The former Prince of Slytherin rolled his eyes at his cousin and began yelling for him to get off the stage, causing Byron to stick his tongue out at him in ire.
"You're just a JEALOUS PRICK, Draco!"
"And YOU'RE just a PRICK, Byron!"
Jaimee began giggling again at their little exchange and watched in surprise as Vincent suddenly strode up the stage, his wand raised up and pointed to his throat in a SONORUS charm. Byron looked just as equally surprised as she was and took a step back as Vincent walked right up to him, grinning mischievously as he bounced something up and down in his free hand.
Ignoring the loud murmurs and whispers that suddenly broke out amongst the crowd of watching guests, Vincent walked right up to Byron until he was standing only a few inches away from him and stopped – eventually drowning out everyone else's voice as he began to speak.
"Byron…Just so you know…I'm afraid that Head Unspeakable badge is not the only thing you're going to be wearing these days…" He stopped and watched as Byron's handsome features creased up further into a frown of confusion at his words. He raised an eyebrow and watched in stunned silence as Vincent quirked the corners of his lips into a slow grin before very slowly kneeling down onto the floor on one knee – the sight of which immediately caused all the women in the room to squeal.
"Oh PLEASE…" Draco rolled his eyes and had turned to sneer at Blaise but his best friend – along with some of the other watching males around the room – was grinning, cheering and clapping the couple on. Jaimee was perhaps the only woman who hadn't squealed at this but just watched the impending scene with wide, eyes, her face slowly breaking out into a bright, genuine smile.
"Byron Malfoy…Will you marry me…?"
Byron's face broke out into a slow, easy grin as he looked down onto Vincent's slightly nervous expression – laughing inwardly to himself when he heard several more squeals and cheers around the large room. Smirking and pulling the older man up to his feet, he took the ring from the offered box and instead of answering, reached up and yanked the former Head Unspeakable into a deep kiss.
"WOOOOOOOT!!!! THAT IS THE HOTTEST THING I'VE SEEN ALL NIGHT!"
This time, Harry and Hermione both burst out into hysterical laughter at the sound of Seamus' exclamation – shaking their heads in helpless amusement as Dean sighed and had to literally drag his drooling husband away from the scene. As soon as Byron and Vincent had broken apart and had climbed back down from the stage, Seamus jumped back up and pointed his own wand to his throat.
"ALRIGHT EVERYONE! IN THE SPIRIT OF OUR HOGWARTS REUNION FOR ALL OUR HOGWARTIAN SCHOOLMATES HERE…FOR THIS NEXT DANCE, WE'D LIKE EVERYONE TO GRAB SOMEONE FROM THEIR OWN HOUSE AND DANCE LIKE YOU'VE NEVER DANCED BEFORE!" He followed this exclamation up with a loud cheer and winked before jumping back down, immediately grabbing Hermione's hand and pulling the giggling brunette to the very center of the room.
From the other end of the ballroom, Pansy had immediately grabbed onto Draco's hand and had begun dragging the Malfoy Head along to the very center as well despite his sharp, desperate protests – eliciting more sounds of laughter from all their gathered housemates watching the scene.
Harry couldn't stop laughing at this point and was just about to look around when a voice out of nowhere suddenly spoke up from behind, causing her to whirl around. She stepped back in shock when she was met with the strikingly handsome grin of her former Quidditch captain, Oliver Wood.
He gave her one wink of familiarity and bowed his head down lightly to kiss her hand, straightening himself back up and meeting her face with friendly grin. "I know the last time we've spoken to each other, you were still a guy…and quite a MEAN seeker at that…So would you mind now…Mistress Malfoy…If I asked you for a dance?" His friendly smile assured her that there were no underlying intentions behind his efforts and Harry smiled back, nodding her agreement.
"Eh….What the hell…I always DID find you attractive even THEN, Wood…"
Oliver looked shocked at her blatant admission but forced a laugh anyway; shaking away the disturbing thought as she slowly led him to the dance floor and began dancing along with their other Gryffndor friends. They both laughed at the sight of Fred and George dancing the robot with their partners while Ron was similarly dancing along with Padma just beside Seamus and Hermione.
As she grinned again and allowed Fred and George to lead her, Oliver – and the other Gryffindors – into a somewhat unfathomable form of rain dance around the dance floor, she caught sight of the Draco's form several feet away and couldn't help offering him a teasing grin and wink.
Her husband was caught right in the middle of a whole horde of Slytherin girls who had all circled around him, trapping him right in the middle and preventing him from escaping. Pansy was smiling and was trying to sidle up to him but Draco just growled kept pushing her away, looking up helplessly across the room at her laughing expression. Blaise was also laughing at this from where he was dancing with Daphne several feet away, looking up and meeting Harry's grin with one of his own.
Once the Gryffindors had stopped the 'rain dance' and Harry found herself dancing and laughing with Oliver again, she failed to notice that she had become the unfortunate recipient of a VERY dangerous and angry glare from her fuming husband across the room. His eyes had darkened and he scowled at her, baring his teeth in a predatory growl as he literally tore through the crowd of Slytherin girls gathered around him and cut right through the dance floor towards her.
Still unaware of the dangerous predicament she had unwittingly placed herself into, Harry laughed again at something Oliver was saying and was just about to say something else when several sharp cries of pain and protest suddenly drew her attention to the right, forcing her to look away.
Her eyes immediately widened after that and she froze in horror as she caught sight of Draco rudely shoving his way through the crowd of dancing Hogwartians around them, ignoring their angry curses at him as he passed them by. As soon as she realized she was in trouble, Harry turned a sheepish smile back to Oliver and gestured frantically for him to take off before Draco reached them.
"U—ugh…O—Oliver…? Go…GO NOW...GO NOW—"
Fortunately, Oliver was smart enough to get the message immediately as soon as he caught sight of Draco's seething form approaching them. He hastily ploughed through the crowd in the opposite direction, tapping another Gryffindor girl for her attention and initiating a friendly dance.
"WHERE IS HE?! WHERE'S THAT DISGUSTING LITTLE RUNT—"
Harry couldn't help laughing helplessly and stopped Draco right in the middle of his hunt for blood. She grabbed him by his hand, pulling him closer against her so that she was pressed up against his tense form. His eyes hardened and he sneered down at her, trying to pull himself away from her arms so that he could look for Oliver again within the crowd of dancers that surrounded them.
"I'll deal with YOU later, POTTER! No one…NO ONE touches YOU but ME! NO ONE!"
"Draco…?" Harry's voice was tinged with humor as she reached both hands up and turned his face toward her, her hands resting gently on his cheeks. Again, Draco tried to struggle against her and growled but Harry sighed and leaned in closer so that she could place a sweet, chaste kiss onto his lips.
"You silly Slytherin git…You're not listening to me…" She rewarded him with another sweet, longer kiss before pulling away and meeting his slowly softening silver eyes with a teasing grin. Draco scowled back at her in anger, his hands going down and wrapping possessively around her waist.
"I hate you…I really do."
Harry's eyes twinkled affectionately at his sullen tone of voice and she wrapped her arms tighter around her neck, pulling his face down slightly so that their foreheads were resting against each other. "You stupid, over-possessive jerk…You'll never change, will you?" Her voice sounded more amused than exasperated, finally earning a small reluctant smile from her slowly relenting husband.
"Do you want me to…?"
At his teasing smirk and the way that his arms were slowly beginning to wrap tighter around her small waist, she chuckled and couldn't prevent the cheeky grin that formed onto her face. The loud blaring music and the rest of the other dancers gathered around them slowly began to fade away now until she could see nothing else but his steel, gray orbs, all but melting when they met her own.
"Now where's the fun in that…?"
At her defiant remark, Draco's tense shoulders finally loosened and he smirked seductively at her again, his eyes flicking back down and trailing heatedly up and down the curves of her body.
"Have I told you that you look particularly delectable in that dress...? I wonder how it would look on the floor of our bedroom later tonight…" His drawling voice trailed off suggestively and he licked his lips, the look on his face causing his wife to blush but roll her eyes at his never-ending lust.
"Do you EVER think of anything else besides SEX, Draco…?"
Draco blinked and just smirked at her, arching a single eyebrow as though he found the very thought of her question too insignificant to answer. Sighing and fighting back a laugh, Harry shook her head, unconsciously pulling herself closer against him as she bit her lip and forced herself to speak up.
"Actually, 'Co…Since we're already on that subject…There's really something I have been meaning to tell you lately…I—it's about…Well…H—how do I say this…Uhm…"
Her voice trailed off as she tried to find the right words to say but unfortunately, her husband didn't seem to be listening to her and seemed more focus on trying to molest her with his eyes.
"DRACO!"
"What?!"
The Malfoy Head blinked himself out of his own raunchy thoughts and looked up at her in surprise, grinning impishly when he was met with Harry's exasperated glare.
"I'm sorry…What were you saying…?"
Harry blew her hair out of her face, growling when he continued to stare at her breasts.
"Draco, I'm REALLY trying to tell you something important over here! Listen, I'm preg—"
"Is there any chance I can get you drunk, tonight?"
"DRACO!"
Draco finally began laughing at her angry expression, wrapping his hands back around her waist and rewarding her with a teasing smile as he gave her a brief kiss on the lips. "I was kidding, Harry… What is it? And don't worry, 'I' won't toss Wood's sorry carcass off the London Bridge tonight—" He crossed his fingers behind his back as he said this but Harry wasn't listening anymore.
"Oh YOU…ARGH!"
She reached for something buried in the pocket of her dress and began bustling with her left hand, ignoring Draco's threats as he brought his eyes back up to glare at Oliver across the room.
"I'm going to skin that stupid little pretty boy alive…He's not to be trusted! He's a bloody—"
"…'Co?"
Blinking and looking back down at her at the sound of her deceptively innocent voice, Draco arched an eyebrow and frowned in confusion when he found himself face to face with another poorly made sock puppet resting on her hand – the sight of which causing him to pull back in annoyance.
"What the hell—POTTER?!"
Harry ignored his reaction and brought the sock puppet up higher against the brightly colored club lights around them, finally allowing Draco to see that it was of a soft shade of baby pink. It took the former Head Boy several minutes of staring dumbly at her in stunned confusion before it all finally came crashing down and hit him – causing his jaw to drop open and his face to pale in realization.
"Wh—what…I—Uh…Is—is that…U—uhm…I—I uh…"
His wife's smile widened at his uncharacteristic ineloquence and raised the pink puppet back up to his face, moving its mouth with her fingers and speaking up in a high, falsetto voice.
"Hello father…I'm going to be the most beautiful little baby girl you've ever seen…You're going to love me because I'm going to your very own little princess…I'm the perfect girl—Draco? You okay?"
THUD!
She brought the sock puppet back down and chuckled to herself in amusement, shaking her head as she flicked her eyes to the floor and smirked at her husband's pale, unconscious form.
"…Never fails…"
Still smirking and her eyes twinkling with hilarity, Harry shoved the sock puppet back into her dress pocket before grinning and joining the rest of the Gryffindors in another happy rain dance.
THUD!
The ink-covered tip of Draco's expensive feather quill slipped right across the neat business report on his desk at the sound of a rather loud thud from the corridor outside his office – followed by what seemed to be Garrett and Gabriel's high-pitched squeals and giggles echoing not too far away.
Shaking his head and forcing himself to ignore this, Draco briefly adjusted his silver reading frames before dipping his quill into the bottle of ink again – pausing to re-gather his thoughts. Right in front of him, several dozen magical paintings of all the previous Heads of the Malfoy family before him stared right back at him as though in admonishment, shaking their head at his unproductiveness.
Wincing sheepishly at all his glaring ancestors, he pointedly tore his eyes away and took a long sip from the mug of coffee in front of him, setting it down gently onto the table before pulling the next batch of financial reports towards him. He poured over them for several more minutes, pausing every now and then to make a few comments along the edges before moving on to the next page.
Hmm…Company's doing relatively better since the plague ended…He mused to himself, arching an eyebrow in thought before moving onto the next report on his desk. It took him a couple more minutes to read more of these before he found his peaceful work silence interrupted again – this time by another distinct 'thud' outside that sounded much closer to his office.
What in the world—
Just as he was on the verge of standing up and stalking over to inspect where the noise had come from, he stopped when he heard Garrett and Gabriel high-pitched giggling again, their rushed baby toddles echoing distinctly along the long silent hallways of Malfoy Manor. More curious than confused at this point, Draco stood up from his desk and was about to walk towards the door again when another sound suddenly broke the silence, one that brought an exasperated look to his face.
"WAAAAAH! You two are getting FASTER by the minute! Don't either of you ever tire out?!"
Draco heard Harry's exhausted exclamation right before another thud followed and Garrett and Gabriel were squealing again, another series of footsteps resounding along the silent hallways. Raising an eyebrow in mild amusement, Draco shook his head to himself and walked back to his office desk, chuckling under his breath just as he heard Harry and the twins' exclamations fading away.
Eventually, his surroundings fell silent once more and Draco was able to sit back down again, taking another sip of his coffee as he turned his attention back to his work. Within the next hour, he was able to get more of his work done and just as he was nearing the end of a very long – and incidentally very boring marketing report, his concentration was broken again by another loud squeal.
"MOMMY! GWEEN! HEEHEE!"
Er…What…?
Draco's eyebrows fused together at the sound of the twins' exclamation and he stood up again, placing his quill back onto the table and removing his glasses from his face. Walking over to stand just by the double doors to his office, he listened intently as he heard more of his son's squeals outside – followed by Harry laughing and telling them loudly to stay put in their place as she 'went in'.
Yanking open the doors to his office, Draco was just on the verge of letting out a properly-formed scathing remark to his mischievous wife when to his surprise, a green blob of…something…suddenly caught his vision as it came flying right at his stunned, confused face.
"What the bloody—"
SPLAT!
A green-faced Harry burst out laughing and jumped up and down in triumph amidst Garrett and Gabriel's simultaneous giggles, a horde of different colored globs balanced in her hands. She began laughing harder at Draco's furious, indignant glare at her and pointed to him with a grin, flicking her eyes to her green-faced twin sons and giving both toddlers a conspiratorial wink.
"ATTAAAAAAACK!"
Draco's eyes widened in indignant horror and he stepped back away from them in panic.
"N—now, hold on a second! This is my favorite suit, you c—can't—"
Garrett, Gabriel and Harry all ignored the rest of his sharp protests and began bombarding him with dozens of green-colored globs – all of which splattered noisily into what appeared to be green paint that he soon found covering his entire body. Draco yelped, protested and eventually backed himself away from them in mortification, managing to wipe the paint off his pale face long enough so that he could blink up and stare speechlessly into his twin sons' identical giggling faces.
Harry stood just right behind them and looked as though she was having trouble controlling her own laughter as well, her entire form and face covered completely in the same green paint that was now all over Draco's form. Pointedly choosing to look away from the horrifying death glare Draco was now sending her, she turned back to her giggling sons and gave them both a bright grin.
"Now Daddy's green too!"
Giggling again and nodding eagerly at her words, both young Malfoy sons looked up and shot their father identical smiles. Draco was still wiping the green paint off his face as he stared back at them, noting their slowly growing wide eyes and the way they were beginning to back away from him.
Sensing their identical, mischievous grins and the impending squeals that were threatening to erupt from both of the twins, Harry took one look at the pretend growl that was beginning to form on Draco's face and grinned, turning around and giving her twin sons a look of warning.
"Oh no…Daddy's a big green monster! RUN! RUN! RUN!"
She ended up collapsing into laughter again when the twins immediately heeded her warning and squealed loudly, whirling around and racing down the long Malfoy Manor corridor just as Draco had growled again and took off after them – yanking the remaining green globs from Harry's hands.
"You little…SQUIRTS! Come back here!"
Their footsteps thudded loudly along the carpeted floors of the hallways and Harry watched them with a small smile on her face as they turned the corner, disappearing completely out of her line of vision. Shaking her head with a laugh, she was just about to take off after them when a sudden movement in the corner of her eye suddenly caught her attention, forcing her to turn to her side.
Her green eyes widened slightly in surprise when she caught sight of the beautiful, distinctly familiar owl that was slowly making its way toward her from one of the open windows. She froze in place, waiting patiently for it to reach her. As soon as it did and gently deposited the elegantly wrapped envelope into her hand, it gave a proud hoot and looked pointedly at her to wait for a reply.
Harry glanced at the owl for a second before slowly opening the letter in her hands, her eyebrows furrowing when she recognized the Hogwarts Seal stamped onto the envelope's top flap.
Hmm…Hogwarts Seal…That could only mean…
Sure enough, as she opened the envelope, her eyes widened at the sight of Albus Dumbledore's familiar handwriting – along with the official Hogwarts Crest marked onto the parchment. Taking a few steps backward to lean against the wall behind her, Harry quirked an eyebrow and read through the letter with a thoughtful, amused smile slowly growing on her face.
One she had finished, she set the letter back down and blinked thoughtfully to herself for a long moment, her eyes staring off into the far distance as she pondered the letter's suggestion.
Hmm…Well…What do you know…That's a rather interesting thought…
"WHOO. WHOO."
Laughing in surprise and blinking herself out of her self-induced daze at the sound of the owl's impatient hoot at her, Harry quickly grabbed her quill out of her pocket and walked over to Draco's office table. She paused for several seconds to gather her thoughts before bending down and quickly scribbling a short reply onto the back of the letter's parchment, whispering her own words out loud.
'Thank you for the opportunity, Headmaster. Not right now…But soon perhaps…Very…Very soon.'
Then, walking back over to the waiting owl and tying the parchment neatly around his leg, she gave him a grateful pat on his head before sending him back off out the window. As it hooted one last time and flew away, Harry watched it disappear off into the distance, her thoughts still lingering on Dumbledore's letter and the chain of ideas it had set off into motion inside her head.
She didn't have long to ponder on her thoughts, however, as a loud and VERY angry sounding voice suddenly broke through her musings, forcing her to whip around and cringe in realization.
"DRACO! JAIMEE! WHAT IN MERLIN'S NAME IS ALL THIS GREEN PAINT DOING SCATTERED AROUND THE MANOR?! AND STOP WITH THAT BLOODY RUCKUS! I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF MY NAP!"
Wincing instantly in sheepish embarrassment at the bellowing sound of Lawrence Malfoy's furious voice echoing throughout the entire Manor, the Malfoy Mistress let out a high-pitched meep that sounded strangled with nervousness before paling and tearing through the halls after her sons.
A/N: Technically speaking, the story formally ends with THIS chapter. :D YAYNESS for Oliver Wood's short appearance here. I just LOVE drawing out Jealous!Draco. And I figured…What better way to do it than to have to bring in another hot guy? Hahaha. YAYNESS for sock puppets too! Poor Draco! :P
Next Chapter: EPILOGUE! EPILOGUE! EPILOGUE! Who's up for it? :D
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