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Chapter 22 - Malfoy troubles

The evening after the Task was filled with another party organised by Fred and George with illegally smuggled Butterbeer and a few stronger things for the higher years. Even the revelation that the egg was empty apart from a load of screeching sounds couldn't dim the mood, especially not when the Twins revealed one of their newly tested products that turned people into canaries. Harry put the miniature dragon on his nightstand, where it gleamed in the moonlight that shone through the narrow windows in the boy's dorms. Dragons were rather beautiful when they didn't try to kill you, Harry found.

It was almost as if the task had been a dream and only the fact that Harry had the egg and the dragon as a reminder made him realise how real the danger had been. He didn't dream of Voldemort that night like he had secretly hoped and classes continued like they always did, like any regular Wednesday would have been. Flitwick continued his revision of the flocking charm, which made several birds appear, Hagrid kept them busy with his Blast-ended Skrewts, which had dwindled in number due to their violent and cannibalistic nature, and during Transfiguration, over half of the class, was still stumped on the new topic of interspecies Transfiguration, trying to turn a tadpole into a stickleback. Harry was no exception.

The only novel thing that happened was right before dinner, as the trio made their way down to the Great Hall. They'd just been talking about the egg, which Harry had put in his schoolbag in case he needed it spontaneously, when they were interrupted by Malfoy, who was alone for once.

''Potter,'' the blond said. Harry would usually have ignored him, but there was something about the way that Malfoy approached them that made him lower his guard. He still hadn't forgotten their last longer conversation either. Or last conversation period, Malfoy had mysteriously disappeared wherever Harry had shown up since then, even ignoring him in class.

''Piss off,'' Ron growled. ''Not in the mood for you.''

''I wasn't talking to you Weasel,'' the Slytherin sneered. ''Potter, a word.''

''Don't go!'' Hermione hissed when Harry nodded.

''You guys go ahead, not like he can do anything without Crabbe and Goyle being around.'' His friends threw him a disbelieving look and stayed put.

''Try not to cry again when you talk to Harry, Malfoy,'' Ron taunted. ''That was embarrassing.''

It spoke for Malfoy's self control that he merely got an ugly red flush on his cheeks and balled his fists.

''Ron,'' Harry warned. ''I won't be long.'' Still looking doubtful, his friends left, leaving him alone with Malfoy. ''Sorry for that. What do you want?'' he asked, not bothering to use the friendliest tone he could probably have mustered with a little bit more effort. He was still cranky about Malfoy not even trying to talk before.

''Let's go somewhere more comfortable,'' the Slytherin spoke, his eyes flicking over the portraits that lined the large stone walls. ''That was quite the display you pulled off yesterday. A chant-infused pentacle, really?'' Steel bored into green. Other than a twitch in the corner of his eye, Harry tried not to react. He should have consulted with Barty or even Voldemort himself before giving Draco any clues about what side he was on, he'd been stupidly desperate to share his secret with someone who could understand and chosen the worst person for that. Without exchanging a further word, they went to the dungeons, Malfoy only being rather surprised when Harry went in front at one point. ''You seem to know your way here a bit too well.''

''I figured out where your common room was two years ago Malfoy, it's not very well guarded. The interior is a bit tacky with all the black leather and skulls, but at least you have a nice view. Do you ever see the Giant Squid?''

''It doesn't come this close to the castle,'' the other said, an air of surprise in his tone. ''You haven't only been sneaking off to Hogsmeade then, have you?''

''Thought the fact that I went into the Chamber of Secrets was enough of a giveaway that I like haunting forbidden places,'' Harry smirked.

''Where else have you been?'' The question made Harry pause, debating whether or not he should give Malfoy information of all the secret spots he knew in Hogwarts... and consequently, perhaps which ones he didn't know of that Malfoy had found. The Marauder's map was thorough, yet it also didn't show the Chamber, so who knew what else his dad had overlooked.

''Perhaps I'll tell you when you give me something useful in return, Malfoy,'' he thus answered. ''I see no reason to make you any wiser.''

''Fair enough. Rattlechain.'' The wall to the Slytherin common room opened and Malfoy walked in as if he owned the place. Hesitantly, Harry stepped in, causing a few students to jump up and draw their wands.

''Malfoy!'' one of the older students said, a Prefect, judging by his badge. ''What in Merlin's name are you doing? No student other than a Slytherin has entered this common room for seven centuries! Are you serious? Potter?''

''Actually, I've already snuck in here with my best friend two years ago under guise of a Polyjuice potion,'' Harry cheerfully said. ''So much for seven centuries. Your security is horrid, can't imagine I was the only one.'' Under many disbelieving eyes, he walked over to one of the sofas and sat down next to two younger girls, who left at a dark glower of Malfoy. ''I agree wholeheartedly with your Prefect though Malfoy. Seriously? You want to talk here? You're not getting a word out of me.''

Draco ignored him and loudly clapped his hands. ''Time for dinner people! Move it!'' It said quite a lot that even with the blow that Draco's reputation had gotten earlier that year, the room still cleared within minutes, leaving them utterly alone.

''Nice trick, how much did you have to pay to get your respect back?'' he bluntly stated. A grin that Harry didn't know at all from Malfoy settled onto the boy's lips, making him look far more like his father than ever.

''Come now Potter, I don't need money to pay my way in.''

''Ah, so you got on the Quidditch team on pure talent then? How unfortunate the skills must be divided among the houses if the best Seeker they can get acts like a blind cripple on the field. I truly feel for your sacrifice.'' A far more Draco-ish expression showed itself in the form of a sneer.

''Look Potter,'' the boy spat. ''I'm trying here.''

''Great, where were you trying last month? And the month before that? We had a deal Malfoy, and you bailed.''

''I'm not a reckless Gryffindor who takes any word at face value and runs with it,'' the boy hissed. ''You really think that I would believe your vague claims and instantly jump at your command? That I would be that easy to play? I've been waiting for any kind of solid proof and I only just got it today. Excuse me if I don't want to flush the rest of my currently feeble status down the drain by turning into your little lapdog without solid arguments.''

''Touching. Does that mean you'll be my lap-dog now?''

''What? No! Don't be stupid!'' This conversation was clearly not going the way Malfoy wanted it to and Harry was loving it. The boy took in a long breath to calm himself down and glared daggers at Harry. ''You really met the Dark Lord,'' he suddenly stated. Harry tensed up, eyes shifting to the walls, but not a single portrait hung here, only tapestries depicting Medieval witches and wizards. While they moved too, Harry had heard that those acted far more alike pictures than portraits.

''I did.''

''And you never told Dumbledore.''

''No. Get to the point Malfoy, I'm famished and dinner is not going to last forever.''

''I cannot wrap my head around why you of all people would aid the Dark Lord. Even with the word of several other people confirming that you did, even with you saying it right to my face I cannot understand why, and I want to. This changes everything, from the way this war is going to go to how much of a threat Dumbledore is going to be to... oh, I don't know. Everything!'' It was amusing how frustrated the blond was. Rather a novel feeling to have Malfoy nearly rip out his hair instead of throwing around insults and curses. Clearly, Draco hadn't gotten the memo about the fact that Voldemort wasn't pursuing war anymore. Interesting. It was obvious that one of Draco's contact must have been his father, who had gotten in touch with Voldemort by now. How much of his plans had the Dark Lord entrusted his followers with? ''You're not a Death Eater, are you?'' Malfoy asked, eyes staring a hole into Harry's sleeve.

''Don't be idiotic, he doesn't mark those under sixteen, and even under seventeen only in rare cases. No, I'm not a Death Eater and I have no clue what exactly my role will be yet.''

''At the start I thought that he put you in this Tournament to get rid of you. That you completely bluffed when talking about knowing of his resurrection.''

''Oh, he did put me in, you don't really think that I would sign up for this myself?'' Harry clarified. ''It wasn't to kill me though. He has this insane idea about me making it through all of this for some reason.'' Draco hissed. ''What?''

''Did you really call him insane? Do you have a death wish?''

''Malfoy,'' Harry sighed. ''You've never even met him, have you? Don't go telling me how to talk about him, if he has a problem with it I'm sure he'll let me know. So was that everything? You could have told me that you believed me without dragging me down to the dungeons.'' That somehow came out wrong. ''I'll be going now.''

''Wait!'' Draco said, jumping up as Harry took his bag and left the couch. ''Now I know that we are somehow... on the same side, I wanted to give you a peace offering, of sorts. Do you have parchment and quill in there?'' Slightly annoyed at the hold up, Harry nodded, opening his bag, first removing the golden egg that was on top of his books to rummage around better until he found what he sought.

''Well?'' he impatiently spoke as Draco only looked at the egg with curiosity.

''Does that do anything or are you just carrying it around as a trophy? Not that I would blame you if that is its only purpose.''

''It supposedly holds a clue for the next task, which is in February. Upon opening, it only screeches though, Jordan suggested that perhaps I have to fight a banshee. Hey, hands off!'' Reluctantly, Malfoy withdrew from the egg.

''Right, so. I have some contact data for you, from several Death Eaters that have been gathered by the Dark Lord right now. I thought you might be interested in being able to write them if you need any favours, or books.'' Harry blinked and tried hard not to laugh. That was Malfoy's peace offering? Names and addresses that he could probably directly ask Voldemort about? Then again, it might be the most that Malfoy could give, and it wasn't the Slytherin's fault that he did not know anything about Harry's connection to the Dark Lord. Without further comment, he scratched down five addresses. Malfoy's own, and some from people called Yaxley, Proudfoot, Selwyn and Nott.

''Both Yaxley and Proudfoot work in the Ministry,'' Malfoy clarified. ''And my father has a lot of influence there of course too. I don't know what the latter two are doing exactly. Nott fought in the previous war and is marked, so is Yaxley. The others are from the second circle, from what I gathered.''

''And you are telling me all of this only because I want the Dark Lord to succeed?'' Harry asked, raising his eyebrows. ''What if he would disapprove? Would he not have given me this information himself if I was supposed to know it?''

Draco scowled. ''If you really met him, you should know that the Dark Lord does not act as if his followers are five-year-olds who can only act on specific instructions. That he doesn't hold you by your hand doesn't mean that you can't try to find out as much useful intelligence as you can.'' Harry had to give it to Malfoy that that made sense. This entire Tournament was constructed around Harry trying to figure out clues himself and only being aided in the sense of that Barty taught him whatever he chose to use. ''And since you're not a Slytherin, I shall spell it out for you this once: I'm not doing any of this out of charity, Potter. I help you, you help me, that's how it works. You're closer to Him than I am, so it's useful to me to come to your aid even when that doesn't give me direct results. What I'm curious about is... how much do your friends know? Must be difficult to accept for a Blood-traitor and a Mudblood that you ran over to the side that wants to see them gone.'' Harry narrowed his eyes and threateningly drew his wand.

''If you really think of that being the Dark Lord's priorities, you should really get some up to date insight. What my friends think is none of your business and I will protect them whichever way I can. You really buy into the whole spiel of the Dark being about blood purity?'' he laughed into Draco's confused face. ''You do. Here I thought that at least such a prestigious familylike the Malfoys would have been informed of what is going on behind the scenes. Imagine that.''

''What the fuck are you on about, Potter?'' Malfoy growled, his cheeks flushing again.

''Did your daddy prance around about being one of the Dark Lord's most trusted servants?'' Harry mocked. He couldn't help it, the urge to see Malfoy's face twisting in fury was too satisfying. Years of his friends being bothered and ridiculed by the Slytherin were bubbling to the surface.

''Shut up!'' Malfoy drew his wand and, before Harry had time to react, shot a spell at him. Harry couldn't even warn the other boy. As if in slow-motion, he watched as the spell sped towards him, a beam of bright yellow light that hit the air in front of him, a thundering wave backlashing as Voldemort's protective shields activated. Malfoy was flung back and hit a wall, cuts appearing all over his body, blood pouring out. Anything that had lain around was scattered as well and the room was filled with screeching noises as the golden egg fell to the floor and opened. Holding his hands to his ears, Harry rushed to Malfoy's crumpled form.

''Shit, shit!'' he muttered, instantly feeling Malfoy's pulse. Thankfully he knew how to deal with treating wounds well due to always having to patch himself up after Dudley's and Vernon's beatings. He quickly identified the most serious injury, blood seeping from the back of Malfoy's head. Harry rushed around to find some water and cloth, using a robe that had been left behind by one of the students, pressing it tightly to the boy's head. He was still breathing, thankfully. While sitting there, Harry thought about the shields and the incantation that had been used to create them. Hadn't Voldemort said something about his enemies receiving pain a thousandfold of what had been inflicted? Was that why the results differed so each time the shields had activated? From what he'd seen now, it made sense, the more deadly attacks had caused far more damage in his attackers when returned than others. After getting the blood to stop flowing, Harry froze the cloth and iced the wound. He wished that the egg would stop shrieking but he couldn't leave Malfoy's side right now. He released a relieved sigh when the boy's eyes finally fluttered open again and Malfoy groaned, trying to push Harry away.

''Hold still,'' he growled. ''I'm trying to fix you up here.''

''Go away,'' the boy slurred, grabbing the half-frozen robe and pressing it against his head himself. ''Dinner should be almost over by now, I can't have you treating me like a little child when everyone returns.'' Malfoy then fell silent and got a thoughtful expression, hushing Harry when he tried to speak. ''That's the clue you were talking about?''

''What? Oh, yeah. As I said, a load of noise.''

Malfoy guffawed. ''A load of... Merlin, Potter. For how much you like hanging around with Giants and Werewolves, you sure know little.''

''You know what that is?'' With great difficulty, Malfoy nodded. ''Well, tell me!''

The other eyed him for a moment and grinned. ''No... no I don't think so. You insulted me and then did this to me. You should be happy that I'm not calling for Professor Snape right now, he'd skin you alive for even being here.''

''You little...!''

''Nothing for nothing Potter. I already gave you those names. For any further help, you'll really have to make me like you a bit more. You could always try grovelling.'' Harry gnashed his teeth together and got up, leaving Malfoy to his own misery in favour of snatching up the egg and closing it with a snap. ''Go to hell, I'll find out myself.''

''Good luck, you'll need it!'' Malfoy laughed as Harry stormed out of the Slytherin dungeons, leaving the other to clean up the mess.

His mood did not improve much when finding out that he had indeed missed dinner. He stormed back to Gryffindor tower, only answering his friend's concerned questions with a string of wholeheartedly meant insults about Malfoy. It could well have been that the boy had only pretended to understand the clue, he had accused Harry of perhaps doing the same before, so it was possible. And even if not, Harry had three solid months now, surely he wouldn't need Malfoy's help in solving it. He also didn't really know what to do with the addresses he'd been given. Why would he write some random Death Eaters? Any question he had, he could directly ask Voldemort, or Barty if he didn't have any dreams of the Dark Lord. Also, he had other things to concentrate on, such as his homework, classes, and spending time with his friends.

The weeks passed in a blur and the egg became dusty on his nightstand next to the dragon miniature. He ignored Hermione's nagging and Dixie's inquiries about the next task. The French girl had profoundly apologised for not congratulating him right after the task, although it wasn't really her fault that she was not allowed to leave the stands reserved for the Beauxbatons students. One surprise that awaited him was when Hermione dragged him and Ron down to the kitchens one day, where they met Dobby, who had recently been employed. It was good to see the elf again, who was absolutely ecstatic about meeting his hero once more. One damper that was put on that reunion was the other elf, who had belonged to Mr Crouch Sr. and wouldn't keep crying since she had gotten fired. When he told Barty about Winky being there, the man merely gave him a dark look.

''She adored my father,'' he'd spat. ''To the point where she had no problem in carrying out his orders of chaining me to the floor to ensure I didn't get out. I know it's not the elf's fault that she was bound to her master, but I have no sympathy for her. She'd have killed me without a second thought if he'd said the word.''

As such, Harry avoided the topic further, barely interacting with Barty outside of class these days as he had not gotten any further with the clue and refused to admit that that was a problem. Instead, he retreated to his dorm again most evenings to read his books, only three being left by now. He tried to not react too grumpily whenever he was disturbed in his quest to make up for his lack of attention the three previous years, and made time for Ron to go flying as promised, cherishing the fact that he had his friend back after those horrible first weeks of October. It was nearing the end of December now, the Christmas holidays speeding closer. And yet, there was one unexpected announcement that drew even his attention away from his studies -albeit reluctantly, especially after hearing what it was about- when McGonagall informed her students of an upcoming Yule Ball that was part of the international cooperation program of the Triwizard Tournament. He became even more reluctant when McGonagall held him back from class to tell him that he and his date -Date! As if he could get a date!- would have to open the Ball. First of all, he couldn't dance, and secondly, he wasn't the least bit interested in trying to snag a dance partner for the sole purpose of entertaining the teachers. He'd rather fight another dragon.

It also robbed him of his silent Christmas holidays, as nearly every students who was allowed to attend signed up to stay over during the holidays now. Hogwarts changed into groups of people who were falling over themselves to ask other people out, not even because they liked anyone in particular, but for the sole purpose of showing off that they could 'get' someone. It was absolutely ridiculous, and that his friends were entirely into it made it so much worse. Ron looked so desperate whenever he passed a group of girls that it wasn't even funny anymore, especially when it always resulted in him lingering around for far too long and then in the end still not opening his mouth. Hermione disappeared completely, for once spending more time with other girls than with them. it wasn't that Harry wasn't happy for her that she could finally loosen up a bit and talk about dresses and makeup and whatever else he imagined she might share when whispering to Lavender and Parvati. The main problem he had was that it looked like he was the only person in this entire castle who wasn't absolutely crazy. One of the downsides of people trying to get anyone instead of someone they actually liked was that, as a Champion who'd battled a dragon, Harry himself turned out to be a preferred target of girls he'd never spoken to in his life. Younger students especially seemed desperate, since it would be their only chance to attend the ball at all if they got a date who was in fourth year or up.

Amidst it all, he briefly spoke to Hagrid too. Unfortunately, even here the conversation inevitably turned to the Yule Ball as Hagrid asked him about his date.

''I don't have one,'' Harry said through clenched teeth, chopping his bits of dragon liver a bit more roughly. ''I don't even like anyone!''

''It's tredition!'' Hagrid cheerfully said. ''Yer don' really need to like, like anyone. Jus' take a handsome gal and have a nice evening! Yer takin' this far too seriously.'' Harry debated about that. Was he really blowing up the thoughts behind this Ball? Was it really just that simple as choosing someone to spend a nice evening with? Then why did they have boys and girls pair up? He'd have a much better time with Ron and Hermione, and he didn't like either of them romantically.

The only good part about this whole Ball was, that even most of the teachers were excited, giving Harry time to get in some extracurricular reading instead of practising the summoning charm, which they'd finally started in Charms class until Flitwick gave up on teaching a bunch of teenagers with their heads in the clouds. Ron spent that evening trying to get hints from Fred and George of how to get a girl and revealed his grand plan of just asking anyone who looked pretty, much to Hermione's dismay. Instead of bothering with those things, Harry tried his best to learn for his antidote test from Snape that took place a few days later and went surprisingly well. Even Snape couldn't find many faults in it and had to reluctantly give Harry an E, perhaps the best mark he'd ever gotten in Potions. He might be horrendous at brewing, perhaps he could still save his mark if he did well at theoretical tests like these.

''Harry!'' Ron said during the following day. ''You should really ask someone!''

''What are they going to do if I don't?'' he replied, honestly wondering if McGonagall would force him to pair up with someone for the dance.

''No idea, I cannot imagine it's anything good.''

Ron apparently took his own words to heart and tried, against everyone's advice, to ask out Fleur Delacour, with the expected result. ''I didn't even think of asking anyone who wasn't from Hogwarts,'' Harry mused. ''You think that perhaps Dixie would...?''

''Already has someone else,'' Ginny answered, sitting down next to them. ''You should have been faster with that, although I don't think anyone from Beauxbatons or Durmstrang would risk the wrath of their classmates by going with a Champion who isn't from their school. Other students are fine but Champions? Definitely not.'' Harry grunted. He thought briefly of asking Ginny, then recalled her heavy crush on him. Not the best idea to give her false hopes. Honestly, the only person he could think of who might be an entertaining dance partner was Barty, and that was definitely an impossibility even if Harry would see something more in the man than a friend and teacher. ''Say, is it actually allowed to go with another guy?'' he mused out loud, instantly flushing when Ginny raised her eyebrows to her hairline and Ron looked at him as if he'd grown a second head.

''Not that I... I didn't mean that I'd want to! But I know some people who aren't straight and I cannot imagine how terrible a Ball must be for them that they wouldn't be allowed to attend with their partners.'' He very much tried to forget Voldemort's longing sigh of Regulus, yet didn't get it out of his head. Nor could he get his mind off the man's skin, which had gleamed in the moonlight, and felt impossibly smooth and soft as Harry had- ''Anyhow,'' he said, speaking up to drown out his mental voice. ''Is it allowed?''

''No idea,'' the both of them said, looking at each other in confusion. ''Never thought of it,'' Ginny continued. ''I don't really know anyone who likes the same gender. It's not very common, is it? I cannot imagine that it would be allowed either since these kind of balls were originally thought up to match people for the future and continue the lines and all that kind of stuff.''

''Maybe I'll do it just to screw the system then,'' Harry spoke, smiling. ''Imagine McGonagall's face.''

''And imagine the press,'' Ginny warned. ''I know you like rebelling Harry, but be careful.''

''Why?'' he scoffed. ''Skeeter is out to get me with whatever possible. Much better that she writes a juicy article speculating about my love life than that she paints me insane.''

''She could do both, in correlation,'' Hermione spoke, appearing behind them. ''I don't think it's a good idea Harry, especially not since it would be rather disrespectful to anyone who actually feels that way. Pretending to be into guys just for laughs and to annoy the teachers could hurt any of our peers who might be gay, but are afraid to show it openly for fear of the reactions of their friends and families.'' Her condescending tone was for once justified, yet it still bothered Harry.

''Well, I've never felt anything for either girls or guys, would that also not mean that I would be pretending to be straight if I took any random girl?''

''Maybe, but no-one would make a fuss about it,'' Hermione replied, pursing her lips. ''Nor would it hurt any straight people since we're not oppressed.''

''Gay people are also not oppressed,'' Ron scoffed.

''Oh, just like house-elves aren't slaves you mean?'' Hermione bit back. ''Pardon me for not taking your word on how important the rights of minorities are. Are there equal marriage rights in Britain, in either Muggle or Wizarding law? Would you honestly swear that someone who came out would not be bullied here at Hogwarts? Because if not, Ronald Weasley, that is oppression of the basic human right to be oneself, and I shall fight against any and all forms of that. Harry, if you don't know yet who or what you like, go with the safe option.''

''Hey, I didn't say that. Just because I haven't actually fallen in love with a girl yet doesn't mean that I'm not straight,'' Harry protested. Hermione raised her eyebrow in a disbelieving look that very much reminded him of Voldemort -again-.

''Well. Should you find out in the end that you're more interested in men after all, at least your first experience dancing with one wasn't only to rub the rules in McGonagall's face. Goodnight.''

Ron whistled to fill the awkward silence that had descended over the entire common room after Hermione's rant, everyone's eyes on Harry now. ''Fun times. Hey, you figure that cute Seeker from Ravenclaw already has a date?'' his best friend spoke.

''Is going with Diggory,'' Ginny sighed. Harry groaned and put his face on the table. ''You could go with me,'' she smiled. Harry raised his head and gave her a hard look. He wanted to outright deny her until he saw a slightly sad smile play around her lips. Oh. He'd just said in front of the girl who crushed on him that he'd never had feelings for anyone. Way to go. Ron threw his hands up in the air in exasperation. ''That would mean that apart from Neville I'd be the only one left without a date! Hey, guess who he asked, Hermione! She said no, of course, I mean, who'd want to go with Neville. Said something about going with someone else, as if!''

''She's not lying,'' Ginny said.

''What?'' Ron sharply asked.

''She is going with someone else, and I'm not going to tell you who because that's her business.'' Ginny bit.

''Well fine!'' Ron snarled in a way that didn't sound fine at all. ''Then I'm the only idiot without a date. Or no wait, I'm not, because I forbid my little sister from going with my best friend!''

''You can't forbid me from doing anything, dear brother,'' Ginny sneered. ''Harry?''

Harry helplessly shrugged, throwing Ron an apologetic look. ''Ginny's the only one whom I even halfway know that wouldn't think more behind it.'' -Hopefully- Huffing angrily, Ron got up and stormed away without another word.

''He can be so hopeless,'' Ginny spoke, rolling her eyes. ''He'll come around. Thanks for accepting Harry. It would really be a shame to not show off that dress robe you bought me. And I promise, I won't make it awkward,'' she winked, before heading upstairs herself, leaving Harry all alone. Girls could be so strange sometimes.

Sooo, Dreaded Events coming up for Harry :P Both the Ball and the second Task! However will he survive?

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