lucille granger

"W-.What?" I said, still catching my breath.

"Marry me, Lucille," he said again, as he pulled the covers over my bare body.

"Marriage? At 17?" I bantered.

He groaned. "Obviously not now, Lucy," he muttered, "Once we're, y'know-. Older."

"Then-. Yes," I beam confidently.

His head turns to me as he places a kiss on my lips allowing; our kiss melting.

Well, telling him took a turn of events.

It's definitely not the response I was expecting, though it could be worse.

But I'm not sure what Draco truly has in mind as we speak.

"I'm going to go freshen up," I say lowly, as I unravel myself from his duvet covers.

"You go on ahead and do that," he responds, as he gets up from the bed, "I'm going to continue eating breakfast."

"Are you up to something, Draco?" I ask him, walking towards the dresser. I pull out a towel from the fresh linens in the bottom drawer, as I wrap the plush bath towel around my body.

"No, not at all," he says, pulling his pants back on. Draco walks over to the ottoman to pick up his shirt that he tossed onto the ground many minutes before, "No need to worry."

Before he headed out the room, he kissed my forehead.

Really really strange.

Whatever.

I stride towards the shower to cleanse myself from our - fluids -.

draco malfoy

I jolt out the room and down the the grand staircase with my blood boiling.

Fuck, I'm going to beat the shit out of Lorenzo.

I step into the dining room where everyone's sitting.

Eating.

Laughing.

Having a grand time.

"Oi, where'd you go?" Blaise asked.

"Get up," I spat, looking at Lorenzo.

Lorenzo cut his waffle, looking at me with confusion.

"For?" he said.

I walked up to him with my fists clenched.

"Get. Up," I seethed, grabbing him by the hem of his shirt.

"What-. Fuck-. Relax!" he spat, shoving me off, "The fuck is your problem?"

"Draco-." my mother said.

"Mum, now's not the time," I growled, looking at Lorenzo.

"What the fuck is going on?" Lorenzo asked louder.

"Let's go," I stated, "In the backyard. Now."

I stomped my way out, but halted to see if Lorenzo was following.

"Are you going to fucking follow me or what?" I snarled.

"I don't know what for! You're not tell-."

"She told me," I sternly stated.

Lorenzo's confusion withered and he gulped.

"Fuck," he muttered, "I probably should've prepared myself-."

He was taking too long; I strut towards him and swung my fist at his face as Blaise immediately stood up.

Lorenzo backed up a little bit, wiped the blood off his lip, and lunged at me back.

He threw a hit back, as I shoved him off me.

My blood was boiling.

But fucking his shit up was relieving.

"Draco!" Mum shouted, "Blaise, please do something!"

"I-. Uh-. Yeah-." Blaise stammered, not wanting to leave Onyx's side.

"Relax- Draco! We can tal-."

I punched him again as he stumbled back, wiping more blood off of his lip.

"You think I'd just let you walk around this world after sleeping with Lucille without me doing anything to you?" I shouted.

"You're fucked, Draco," he scoffed, as he abruptly threw a punch back at me as a sharp pain emitted from my bottom lip.

Great, now we're both bleeding.

A lot of shoving, pulling shirts and throwing fists, up until Blaise pulled me off Lorenzo.

"Fuck's sake, Draco!" he shouted, getting up from the ground and wincing.

"What, tapping out already?" I snapped.

He chuckled, "You know I'd keep going if mumsy wasn't shouting for us to stop."

I huffed, wiping the blood off my lip. 

I grabbed a napkin from the table and applied pressure as I sat at the other end of the table, breathing heavily after our manly cat fight.

Mum gave me a death stare.

Lorenzo aggressively pulled the chair out from the table and sat down, also applying pressure on his lip.

We were both sitting, applying pressure to our busted lips.

Blaise sat back down, glancing at him and I in a pattern.

He cleared his throat, diffusing the tension.

Onyx sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Lucille and I have a lot of talking to do, I see," she mumbled, as Blaise continued cutting her waffle for her.

Mum sighed, too.

"You two are going about to turn 18, do you two know that?" she snapped. "And you're punching each other? For what!"

"Nothing," we said in unison.

I glanced at Lorenzo angrily, and he did the same.

"Fuck you," I spat.

"And fuck you!"

Silence.

"You're a real bitch, y'know that?" I badgered.

"And you have daddy issues. What's new?"

"I don't know why you're still talking-."

"You too!"

"But I have a reason to be mad!"

That shut him up.

Silence.

The sound of Blaise's knife scraping against the plate and Mum's sighs as she watched us banter.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

I gulped.

"No."

"Draco, I said I'm sorry-."

"And that fixes things, now does it?"

"No, it obviously doesn't fix things, but I truly am sorry, Draco-."

"Just shut up," I snapped.

Silence.

"I'm never forgiving you," I said.

"It's understood," he responded, "But you still love me...right?"

I huffed.

Lorenzo having sex with Lucille is probably the most absolute heart wrenching thing to think about, but I knew it in my heart that it would never happen again, and that she'd be mine forever.

Fuck, I love Lucille so much.

But I love Lorenzo, too. With his stupid self.

Ugh.

I roll my eyes. "It's not like I have a choice," I muttered under my breath.

I knew he was smiling.

Suddenly, our owl comes swooping in the dining room, landing in front of Mum with a letter in its beak.

"What did I say about landing on the table?" she muttered, as she grabbed the letter. She pet our owl and placed a kiss on its head as it flew away.

Mum was always sweet with her.

She opened up the letter and scanned it with her eyes.

"What's it say," I asked.

She set the letter on the table and gulped.

"There's a-.. court hearing for your father tomorrow," she said lowly.

"Good," Onyx said with her mouth full, "He deserves to rot."

I huff.

"Are we going to it?"

"Yes," she responded softly, "I need to see the defeat in his eyes. And then I'll be complete."

"If you insist," I mumbled.

I could care less.

I know he's going to prison; I didn't need to hear confirmation of it.

Silence.

"Where's Luce?" Blaise asked, as he drank all the orange juice he had left.

"Upstairs showering," I responded.

"Did you guys shag?" Onyx blurted.

Mum choked on her tea, then cleared her throat.

"Onyx-." Blaise sighed.

I wanted to die right there and then.

"For fuck's sake," I muttered under my breath, "It's none of your business."

"You're awfully bold this morning," Blaise told Onyx.

"I'm slowly regaining myself, Blaise. Does that bother you?"

"No! Not at all, no," he frantically responded.

Lorenzo's face makes me want to fuck him up even more, but I can't do it. I choose not to. Things have to start changing, truly. I fucking asked Lucille to marry me, and if I'm still the git that I am right now, she's going to regret ever being with me; that can't happen.

I can't promise her that we're going to be perfect, though I wish it was. It can be agreed that most of the times we share our moments in the bedroom, so that means I have to make changes- we have to make changes. It's never too late.

It won't be easy, that's for fucking sure.

But I'd truly give my all for her, and I suppose it's mutual.

I know it is.

Fuck, we're crazy.

Or maybe it's just me.

 I hate a lot of people.

I dislike a lot of people.

Hell, I'd save my own life than someone else's.

But with Lucille-. It's indescribable.

I think it's me who softens at her finger tips. 

It's the weak spot.

She's my weak spot.

Shit, it enrages me to even admit that I have a soft spot for her.

All the tender loving, kisses, affection; it's disgusting to me.

But with Lucille it's everything to me.

I could possibly also be whipped.

Fuck, I know I am.

But there's more to it.

I've never wanted to protect someone so badly before.

And with her telling me that I'll never be my father brings me a lot of hope.

Fuck, I'll never be him, no.

When she says that, I just want to-. I just want to release all my fucking cum inside her and get her fucking pregnant-. Fuck.

I mean, I always do.

I always cum in her.

Horrible for me to say this, but I can't help but release myself inside her.

The way she squirms-. Stop it, you're at the dining table and your mother is across you.

Am I taking advantage of her?

Knowing that she'd be at my beck and call?

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck, that's horrible. That's horrible, Draco.

I should know better.

But I don't know better.

Though that changes today.

"I asked Lucille to marry me," I blurted.

Everyone's chewing stopped.

Onyx and my mum gave me a glare that I could feel.

"Oh," Mum says, "Um-. You did?"

I nod yes, awaiting her response.

"We definitely need to talk, Lucille and I," Onyx added, shaking her head in disappointment.

"Well," Mum said, "I mean-. If-. If that's what you want-."

"So you're okay with it?" I seek assurance.

"I mean, it's your life, love. What am I to say? No? Whatever makes you happy, really," Mum chimed, "Just be good to each other is all I ask, okay?"

I huff. "Thanks."

Silence.

"Marriage at 17-."

"I don't want to hear anything from you regarding my decision, Enzo," I snapped.

He raised both his hands in defense.

"Besides, we're not getting married right now," I added, "It's just-. On the table until we're ready."

"If you say so," Lorenzo responded.

"You're whipped, Malfoy," Blaise snorted.

"Shut it," I reprimanded.

***

lucille granger

"There's a library in the manor, though I've never been inside it," I told Onyx as she sat on the swivel in the kitchen.

After my shower, I quickly got ready and headed downstairs only to see that brunch was over, and that Lorenzo and Draco both had busted lips.

Lorenzo hasn't spoken to me quite yet, though Draco told me what happened between them.

It truly could have been worse, but Draco's slowly... changing into someone good; someone better.

I have to do the same thing. It's only for the best.

Draco was washing dishes for once, given that Lorenzo stormed out once brunch was over.

"Library's off limits," Draco sputtered as he scrubbed the dishes, "I fucking hate washing dishes."

"You're going to be a house wife, Draco. It's time you started, anyway-."

"Piss off, Zabini," he seethed through his teeth, as I laughed.

"It's not off limits when I'm here, Malfoy," she said weakly, "Luce, shall we?"

I chuckled. "We shall."

"Fine, but remember to put a fucking book back from where you took it from; It took me and Lorenzo two summers to sort it alphabetically," Draco badgered.

"Yeah, yeah, shut up," Onyx muttered, as Blaise helped her get off the chair, "Lead the way, Granger."

Before we left the kitchen, I headed over to Draco and kissed him on the cheek as he scoffed. 

"You're way too head over heels for me," he cocked.

"Says the one who proposed," I badgered back.

The three of us left the kitchen and went down a hallway that none of us usually ever go down.

Once we reached the arch of the library, the sweet smell of leather and parchment filled the room, spilling out into the corridors.

"This is what money smells like," Onyx joked as she grasped onto Blaise's arm.

"Indeed," I respond.

Blaise sets Onyx onto a sofa by a large bookcase with a coffee table in front of it, while I sit next to her.

"You may leave, peasant," Onyx blurted, giving Blaise a kiss.

"Rude," he scoffed, "Shout my name if you need anything, alright?"

"Of course," she responded, "Now let us have some girl time, please?"

"Let me know if Onny here bites you, okay?" Blaise jeered.

Onyx weakly kicked his shin as he winced as I snorted.

"I'd like it," I joked.

"She'd like it," Onyx added.

NBlaise fake gagged as he walked out the library, leaving her and I alone.

Onyx looked around, scanning the books in their shelves very carefully.

It was hard ignoring the fact that she'd become so thin and frail, though her attitude and willpower stayed.

Soon would she heal and get better.

"So, Onny," I said lowly, "How are you feeling?"

Onyx sighed, leaning her body against the comfort of the soft sofa.

"Relieved," she responded, "I'm relieved that I got out of that fucking hell hole."

I gulped, hesitant to ask her what had happened to her, and the things they did to her.

But I knew it'd be the only way for her to cope.

"Onyx, if you don't mind me asking-."

"They forced me to turn into a werewolf at command. They pumped me with concoctions and serums and performed spells on me. They wore me out. Went on and starved me to see if I could survive, given that werewolves can go days without feasting, so they wanted to see if I could, too," she stammered, looking directly into my eyes, "And they'd tell me that-. They'd tell me that this 'research' was highly important. And they said that I'd never be able to live a normal life again, so they encouraged that I accept the rest of my life living within the cellar."

Onyx wasn't crying, no.

Instead, she took her hand and wiped my tears.

"Luce, you don't need to cry. Merlin, you're sensitive," she joked, as I couldn't help but laugh and sniffle. "I'm here now, aren't I?"

I nodded yes. "Yes, you are," I smiled.

"And it's all thanks to Malfoy, really," she commented, "I mean, who knew that he'd be saving me; Malfoy of all people, y'know?". Onyx tucked my hair behind my ear and encouraged that I come closer to her. 

I scooted closer as she pulled me into an embrace.

"I could tell by the way you look that you've also gone through something, Lucille," she spoke softly, running her fingers through my hair, "You can tell me all about it."

As we pulled away from our embrace, I huffed.

"Well," I started, "You're in for a treat," I laughed, as well as she. 

"Really? How so," she responded, "Enlighten me."

I went on and told her about my pregnancy back at Hogwarts. She was upset that I didn't tell her, though she understood given the circumstances; Draco's task, the fact that I hardly knew even before the battle occurred. I told her that Lorenzo got scratched badly by Fenrir. She laughed and said that her and Enzo are officially 'twinsies'; it's her dark humour. I told her what happened to Draco; how he got poisoned by his own father and practically assaulted by Pansy. I also told her that I had recently lost the baby. Then and there, she cried as I wiped her tears, telling her that everything happens for a reason. I told her that we brushed over her 'death', and she wasn't surprised. I told her it was a concept I had a hard time grasping; and I was telling the truth. I guess there's a reason that I couldn't; she wasn't even dead.

I also even told her about me sleeping with Lorenzo while Draco and I were broken up.

She expected it; the tension was always there.

But with Onyx being Onyx, she wasn't really proud. I'm not proud, either. Although, she didn't make me feel bad about it. 

Moments like these made me realize how much I missed Onyx, and how much life would've been different if she truly wasn't alive.

"I had a cute dream once while in the cellars," Onyx announced.

"Oh? About?"

"You're going to laugh at me for this," she smiled through her words, "But Blaise and I, in my dream, had a set of twins. And I named them Amelie and Zenith-."

"Amelie, like your mum?"

"Yes! Like my mum," she giggled, "Anyways, we had a set of twins. Amelie and Zenith. And I mention this because-. Because it felt so real. That dream partially kept me alive, really. The thought of growing a family with Blaise kept me alive."

She was blushing; Onyx truly loved Blaise and I knew it.

Hell, she wouldn't admit it in front of him.

But I knew.

Silence emitted the library; nothing but the crackling of the fire in its sconces.

"Could you get me a book?" Onyx asked.

"What kind?"

"Any kind. I'll read it to you," she suggested, "And once we're done with it, we'll put it exactly where Malfoy doesn't want it to be."

I laughed, getting up from the sofa and towards the large bookshelf.

***

Lucius' Court Hearing Day, 7:23 AM

We woke up extra early.

Draco and I took a shower together; both of our heads smelling like mint.

He dressed himself up in a black suit; stunning as ever. 

His hair was slicked back; the usual.

Narcissa gave me one of her old dresses from when she was my age; a warm red-wine colored skin-tight dress that accentuated my curves and hugged my bosom; cleavage was prevalent. 

"No, you're not wearing that," Draco snapped, as he tied his tie, "Change."

"In your dreams, Draco," I muttered, applying mascara and a natural-tinting lipstick.

Mumsy wanted us to look good; she knew that there'd be news reporters. 

Mumsy herself was dazzling as ever; tight black dress that hugged her waist and hips. It concealed her breasts; she's modest. She did this specifically to let Lucius know what he'd be missing while he spent the rest of his life in Azkaban. Mumsy had bright red lipstick on, and she let her hair down, partially covering the blonde strands that she delicately had.

Onyx was feeling better than yesterday; she insisted on coming along. She, too, wanted to see Lucius get convicted.

Lorenzo had on a dark navy-blue suit with a white button-up underneath. 

Blaise, the same as Draco's.

Mumsy was wearing heels, so we had to use Floo Network to get to the Ministry; apparating six people would be bloody difficult.

"Okay," Mumsy huffed, "I'll go first?"

We nodded yes as she pulled out the pouch of Floo powder.

She grabbed a handful of powder into her hand and gave the pouch to Draco.

"Ministry of Magic," she muttered, as she threw the powder onto the ground.

Green flames emitted from the ground, leaving everyone around us warm and in gaze.

Soon after, the rest would follow.

Blaise would be last, making sure Onyx got to the Ministry safe.

As we all arrived, it was bustling immediately.

Crowds upon crowd walking into all different directions.

"Stick together, my loves," Narcissa said, as she held Draco's hand. 

I held onto Onyx's hand, while Blaise and Lorenzo were at the end of our 3 by 2 headed trail.

 Each footstep closer to the courts, everyone was on the edge.

Once we reached the elevators, I noticed that Narcissa grasped Draco's hand tighter.

He glanced over at her, placed a kiss on her head as they walked in.

"It's going to be okay," he muttered to her.

She nodded, ensuring that she listened to Draco.

Once we were all nuzzled up in the elevator, Blaise went ahead and pressed an elevator button, which soon had us moving up and down at sharp speeds.

And so the elevator hinges opened; we were in the Wizengamot floor.

As we poured out the elevator, I could hear Narcissa's breathing thicken; she was nervous.

Draco let her hand go and swung his arm around her, pulling her closed. 

She had her arm wrapped around his torso.

Heart warming.

As we walked down the hall, the sound of Mum's heel pattered on the swamp-green; the boys' dress shoes, as well.

Onny and I wore flats; we despise heels.

But Mum looked stunning.

It was her time to shine.

We reached the court room doors.

Draco opened the large door as we walked in.

No sign of Lucius just yet.

We found a seat up high in the stalls, just enough for Lucius to be able to see us; to see Narcissa and Draco.

Soon after, the members of the council arose as the judge entered.

As he sat, so did they.

A small door aside the large podium of the court opened as we saw Lucius Malfoy, in the flesh, in black cuffs; his hair looked horrendous; there was no volume.

It almost seemed like he lost sleep.

Good.

They placed Lucius in the middle of the room as he sat in the chair.

Lucius found himself glancing around the room.

He laid eyes on Narcissa, then at Draco; defeat was truly in his eyes.

Lucius' eyes pooled with tears.

But glancing over at Narcissa, she couldn't care less.

The court hearing started; we were all at the edge of our seats.

"One count of improper usage of serum and potions"

"One count of utilizing magic, which pertains to hexing, curses, and charms, maliciously"

"One count of the illegality of unethical experimentation on a minor in secrecy. In specific, Onyx Emans De Loughrey"

Onyx looked down to her feet, fiddling with her nails nervously.

Draco told the Ministry about it, too; as he should.

"One count of sexual relations with a minor. In specific, Pansy Parkinson, age 17"

"Two counts of child endangerment. In specific, Draco Lucius Malfoy, aged 14, and Lorenzo Charles Berkshire, aged 14"

Narcissa's face grew of confusion.

"W-.What is he talking about?" Mumsy turned to Draco and Lorenzo as they both looked down, both fiddling on their rings. "What is he talking about, Draco?"

Draco parted his lips, though inaudible.

"I-. I'll explain everything later, Mum. No need to fret," Draco assured her, as he held her hand.

"The Winzengamot finds the defendant guilty."

Narcissa sighed, closed her eyes and smiled.

"Thank Merlin," she muttered under her breath.

They escorted Lucius back into his holding as we exited the court room.

Back out to the hall.

The green, ambient halls.

Onyx held onto Blaise.

Narcissa clung her arm around Lorenzo's.

I was hand in hand with Draco.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

"Very," he responded.

He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it.

"Mum and I are free now."

***

When we arrived home, Mum removed her heels and tossed them to the side of the fireplace.

"That'll be the only time you'll ever see me wearing heels," she huffed, as she plopped herself onto the sofa.

Lorenzo groaned out of exhaustion and followed Narcissa, then resting his head on her lap.

"You looked beautiful today, Mumsy," Onyx commented, as she sat in the sofa across her.

"Thank you, love. You, as well," Narcissa smiled.

"Are you alright, Lucille?" Draco asked.

I nodded yes, as he kissed my forehead.

"Good," he responded, "I'll be back. I have to talk to my mum-. About-. Something."

"Okay, Draco."

Draco gestured Lorenzo to sit up, as he spoke to the both of them.

"Mum, can Lorenzo and I talk to you about something?" Draco stammered.

"Ah-. Yes-. Yes, let's go to the kitchen?" Narcissa asked.

Both Narcissa and Lorenzo got up from the sofa as the three of them headed towards the kitchen.

***

The day carried on; Draco told Narcissa about what happened when him and Lorenzo turned 14. She was heartbroken. She was so mad at Lucius. She held Draco and Lorenzo tighter, apologizing many many times until she told herself it wasn't her fault- that none of this was her fault.

She went upstairs to catch some rest; Narcissa was exhausted.

All of us got out of the restricting clothing and into comfortable ones.

Lorenzo insisted that we all sunbathe in the backyard to strengthen our aura; heal and mend ourselves.

So we all sat in a circle once more, out on the green grass of Draco's abnormally large backyard, allowing the sun to seep into our skin- our auras.

"Days like these are when I miss Luna," Lorenzo sighed, as he laid on the grass with his arms folded, eyes closed, "It's a good day for justice, am I right?"

"What even happened between you two?" Blaise asked.

I leaned against Draco as the bright, warm sun radiated against our skin; our hands intertwined.

"Now wouldn't you like to know, Blaise. She just up and left. One day she woke up and told me 'I have to leave'. I visited her a few times after that, but anytime I did it's like she wasn't ecstatic to see me. So then I pointed it out, right?" Lorenzo continued, "And she said 'Then we must break up'. Mate, it's fucked."

"That is fucked," Onyx added.

Silence. 

"That whole thing with Lucius being charged for child endangerment-. What was that all about?" Blaise broke the silence.

"Do you ever stop talking, Blaise?" Draco badgered.

Blaise raised both his hands in defense.

"I just wanted to know, I mean-. I mean we all made it this far with each other," he responded.

Draco huffed.

"Lorenzo and I had turned 14. Lucius thought it would be a good idea..."

As I listened to the story for the second time, my heart ached.

Onyx and Blaise both had a mixture of anger and sympathy plastered onto their faces as Draco told the story, with Lorenzo adding on.

Though the story was difficult, I noticed that Draco was being more... open.

For once in a very long time, as a group, he let his guard down.

As he spoke, he'd glance at me for reassurance every now and then.

Glances like 'Is this okay?' or 'Should I keep talking?'.

With Lucius gone and the Slytherin friend group back altogether, things felt good.

Things felt right.

***

I removed my earrings and placed them on the bedside table preparing for bed.

Draco removed his shirt and threw it onto the ottoman, then climbing onto bed right in his spot.

He sighed.

I turned over facing Draco and placed my head on his bare chest as he wrapped his arm around my body.

I gently traced shapes and squiggly lines on his chest with my fingers.

"It tickles, Lucille," he critiqued, "Stop."

I smiled and giggled softly.

"Your skin is so sensitive that it stays," I remarked.

I traced hearts, smiley faces, and stars.

I could hear Draco's heart beating through his broad chest; it brought a calming sensation to my body.

Our breathing pattern rhymed.

"You did great today, Draco," I said softly.

"Great?" he questioned, "What great did I do?"

I scoffed.

"You kept yourself composed. You comforted your mum, reassured her that things were going to be okay, and you and Lorenzo told her about your... y'know... trauma," I responded, "And you even told Onyx and Blaise."

Draco gulped.

"I guess I did keep myself composed," he said softly.

His fingers brushed against my arm gently; we were intertwined, sharing the same breaths and pattering the same heart beats.

This level of affection and comfort was immaculate.

After a long day, we've confided in one another.

That's the type of life I'd love to have forever. 

And I'm determined that it'll happen.

Draco wasn't perfect, and neither was I.

"Do you think I'd be a good father?" Draco broke the silence.

"I know you'll be a good father," I assured him.

"How do you know?"

"I just do, Draco."

Silence.

"Do you think I'll be like my father?"

I bit my lip.

"I don't think so."

"Why was that answer different?"

"Because the question was different."

"They were similar."

"Draco," I breathed, "I'll make sure you aren't your father- or, or that you won't wear his shoes. But you have to work on it yourself, too."

"I know, I know," he badgered, "I'm just-. Scared."

He sighed.

"It's good that you're acknowledging toxic traits that you could possibly inherit, and that you're hoping you don't steer into that direction. Give yourself a pat on the back, my love."

He chuckled. 

"Can I get a kiss instead?"

"Stupid question," I muttered, as I placed a warm kiss on his lips, then laid back down onto his chest.

Silence.

Things will soon change for the better.

"Good night, Lucille," he mumbled, pulling me closer to his body as the warmth of his body collided with mine.

"Good night, Draco."

"I love you," he cooed.

"I love you more."

He softly chuckled.

"Impossible."

***

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