Fic: A Most Satisfactory Mating
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starduchessTitle: A Most Satisfactory Mating
Gift for: aleysiasnape
Author:starduchess
Pairing: Lucius/Hermione/Severus
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2600
Warnings: PWP, Veela mating rituals, light bondage, double penetration
Summary: Hermione was sure that she and Severus were about to bust Lucius Malfoy for illegal smuggling, but she had no idea what was really in store for her tonight.
A/N: Written for HP_3somes 2015 exchange fest. Thank you for a quick beta job by Lauren. Aleysiasnape likes craziness in her stories, so when she mentioned Veelas and rituals and “trapped in a room” as prompts, I immediately went there. I hope you all enjoy it!
“We need to get down into the basement to find the contraband stores. You did say he received the shipment today, right?” Hermione asked her partner.
Severus was busy casting detection charms and setting up his own inversion wards so they could apparate out if they needed to. “Yes, I verified with the supplier. And according to him, the way down should be around that corner and second door on the left.”
Silently, they moved down the hall and to the appropriate door. Hermione undid the security wards before opening it and descending the stairway into the bowels of the building. Severus reset the wards behind them, but he left a loophole for a quick, easy out.
They searched three rooms in the basement before she found the stack of crates they were looking for. “Just as you said, Severus, a whole mess of magical artifacts from India and Nepal. We’ll have to --” But she didn’t get a chance to finish as the door swung shut and locked and powerful magic filled the room. She cast Protego immediately, but she didn’t think it was going to do much good.
A figure stepped out of the shadows. “Ah, at last, Miss Granger. So welcome of you to finally seek me out.” Lucius Malfoy was as tall and regal as she remembered from her early years at Hogwarts, before his time in prison and the second war. It seemed he had recovered well, and it looked like he was fit and glowing with power.
Wait. Glowing?
“You won’t get away with this, Mister Malfoy. We know you’ve been smuggling illegal products into the UK and now we have proof.” She could have said this with false bravado, but she’d faced down enough enemies over the years that it was no longer a cheap threat. And with Severus ….
“Incarcerous. Expelliarmus.”
Her wand leapt from her hand as ropes quickly wound around her. She looked at Lucius in shock, for he had not fired a spell, didn’t even have his wand in his hand. That meant … she turned her head to look at her partner, only to find the business end of his wand still pointed at her. “Severus …,” she could only whisper, as betrayal knifed through her system and straight to her heart. She had come to admire and respect him, after all.
“Do not be afraid, Hermione, we have wanted you for a while now,” he said, his dark eyes intense with a hunger she’d not seen in them before, a hunger that was predatory but not evil. It made her heart race. And now he, too, was glowing, but somehow darkly instead of brightly.
“Yes,” Lucius said, stepping forward. “We have long awaited this day to claim our mate.” With that last word, white wings extended out from his back, and his head and fingers took on a more pointed look. The light glow intensified and began filling the room.
Hermione’s eyes went wide. “You’re Veela? But I thought you were a pure-blood?” She had stopped struggling within her bonds, since the sight before her was so awe-inspiring; she probably would have forgotten to breathe if it hadn’t been an involuntary process.
Lucius chuckled a little. “Oh, pure-bloods can be of mixed breeds so long as all ancestors are magical creatures. It’s only with the Muggles and mundane animals that we detest.”
“So aren’t I lower than scum in your eyes? You’ve always attested to that, Mister Malfoy.” Hermione went back to struggling. She couldn’t believe she’d gotten into this situation, that her partner had put her into this position. “And Severus, I am sorely disappointed in ….” She turned her head to glare at her partner, only to trail off and then widen her eyes again as he, too, morphed into a bird-like being, one that was black instead of white, dark instead of light. His aura also began to bleed into the room. “Oh,” she said, stunned.
He smirked at her. “Oh, indeed. I am not as ashamed as Lucius to have a Muggleborn mate, but I am as annoyed as he that you are a Gryffindor. No matter. We’ll make do.”
“Mate!” she shrieked, finally registering the term in her mind and what that meant in relation to what she knew of Veelas. “But there are two of you! And isn’t there some sort of courtship ritual?”
Chuckling again, Lucius answered, “Not courtship, no, but a mating ritual, yes. As for the both of us, imagine our surprise when we discovered you were both of our mates. A bit unusual, but not completely off the books.”
“Your magical core and mental intelligence has drawn us both in,” said Severus, stalking forward with that hunger still in his eyes. He brandished his wand again and transfigured the boxes into fluffy pillows and levitated her onto them.
Trying to maintain her cool, she said, “That may be all well and good, but you could have just asked me instead of tying me up. And what about his illegal smuggling?”
Severus smirked again. “The evidence was falsified to get you interested. We knew you’d never enter Malfoy Manor again without good reason.”
“Damn straight,” she muttered. “Can you untie me now, please?”
Lucius regarded her and this time it was he who smirked. “Although the ritual doesn’t call for it, I rather like you all trussed up for me. Such a delicious sight.” His eyes, too, turned predatory and hungry.
Hermione became a bit nervous at that. She tried to be surreptitious in her movements to get away and began mentally running through her arsenal of spells and physical attacks. These two must have gone insane with Veela lust. Best to keep them talking while she worked out a plan. “Look, I don’t know what’s gotten in your heads, but I don’t consent to this ritual or whatever this is.”
“Oh, I think you will, my dear, but you first have to give us a chance to prove ourselves.” Lucius then threw his head back and … cawed! It was the only word for it. He let out a piercing shrill that rang out through the air, echoing off the walls and shocking her with its intensity. It wasn’t an angry sound, more proclamation, really, as if to say, “This is me! Hear me out!”
An answering caw sounded from behind her, deeper and more desperate, a proclamation same as the other but with a challenge added. She turned her head and shoulders to look back and there was Severus, also with his neck stretched up and head thrown back. It looked like they were preening for attention.
As they continued to caw, making an interesting harmony that would have fit perfectly in any magical menagerie, their wings began to expand and tremble. They faced off with one another and started to circle the room around her. There wasn’t much aggression in the act, more like posturing. From what she knew, the Veela mating happened alone and there weren’t many instances of males fighting over a female. And they had said she was both their mates, so maybe they were trying to determine a pecking order. Not that that made Hermione feel any better about the situation, mind, but perhaps it meant they wouldn’t kill each other.
They circled around her twice, every once and awhile pausing to pose and preen, their arms extended out and their wings unfurling to the sky. She had to admit it was an impressive stance, the more so for being two of them. After the fourth such time, their wings started to steadily beat, kicking up currents in the air that swished her frizzy hair into her face. Within a moment, they were rising up from the ground.
Hermione stared at them in wonder. They looked so regal, both of them, edging upward to the ceiling in the room that was larger than she had first noticed. When they had risen a good thirty feet or more, they paused, then with another thunderous caw they swooped down at her. She screamed as they plummeted, trying to scramble backwards away from them. Just before they would have collided with her, they both arched their bodies and swooped back upwards. Her heart pounding in her chest, she watched, awestruck, as they swooped and dived and flew around the room in an intricate dance.
She came to realise that it was their intent to show off their prowess for their mate, and she couldn’t help but be impressed. She found herself admiring the two men, such opposites of each other yet both strong and virile. Caught up in their beauty, she failed to notice the beginnings of her own arousal ... until they began stripping.
Her mouth was agape, she knew, as she watched with rapt attention to both men disrobing. It was fascinating seeing them ease out of their clothing while still in flight and then swoop down to lay the fabrics over the pillows, almost as if they were building a nest. The thought would have struck her more if she hadn’t been engrossed in staring at the flesh slowly being revealed before her. Lucius was the perfect specimen: smooth, pale, flawless skin; broad chest and hips with well-defined muscles and just enough fat to be healthy. Severus, on the other hand, was wiry and extremely lean. His skin was so pale it was almost translucent, and his bones jutted out at all angles, but he was still a sight to behold.
When they began to undo their trousers and reveal their privates, she blushed furiously. She looked away trying to give them privacy, but her eyes kept straying, and her mind kept repeating one phrase over and over: “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.”
Once naked, they landed next to her. She gulped as she took in their full glory, now so close to her. They radiated light and dark energy, their magics a tangible thing in the air. It caressed her skin and called to her own.
“You have seen what we offer you, Hermione Granger,” chorused the both of them. “Do you now consent? Will you become ours?”
She glanced between the two of them, men she had admired for a long time, whether respectfully or hatefully, men she now found she wanted, and knew her answer. “Yes.”
With that, they knelt and crawled toward her. Claw-like fingers slid over her legs and torso with a gentle pressure that had her shivering in delight. They caressed her, making her feel wanted and cherished, while peeling off her clothes. Kisses they granted on her bare skin, whispered words of affection they gave in her ears, and strokes they made with their feathers.
By the time she was naked, too, she was moaning and writhing beneath them, yearning for more. “Can you untie me now?”
Severus smirked. “Not likely. We’re having too much fun like this.” He kneaded a breast and licked her throat, enjoying her gasp of pleasure.
“Besides,” said Lucius, “as the female partner, it is your job to simply accept our attentions. What better way to ensure that you follow protocol than to have you bound?” He nibbled on the closest ear and ran a hand up her inner thigh, making her squirm.
“Please, oh,” she said, panting. “I need … more.”
Lucius smiled. “We will give you more, don’t worry.” They continued to tease her body as her passion grew.
Eventually, their hands trailed over her body to meet at her private entrance. By then she was dripping wet and writhing as much as she could within her bindings. They took pity on her and stroked her down there, some fingers brushing over her clit and some delving deep inside. The sensations were too much and she came. And she came again as they continued to thrust fingers inside her, stretching her more. Soon she was too sensitive and closed her legs to block out further sensations. “Please, it’s too much.”
Her mates smirked at her and withdrew their fingers back to gentle caresses. They kissed her with tenderness and with passion, until they could feel her ardour rise again. This time they stroked her with firmer demands and she knew what had to come next -- the culmination of their joining. They were taking great care with her, but their touches were more insistent. They stretched her further until it was almost painful.
“Up you go, my dear,” Lucius told her, standing and helping her up.
“What?” She looked around, not understanding.
“Yes, we need to go up,” said Severus, a Slytherin twinkle in his eye. He picked her up and she squeaked.
“What are you doing?”
“Finishing the mating ritual,” was all the answer she got before his great wings spread wide and began beating. Soon they were rising in the air. She didn’t have time to panic as he kissed her deeply, and then she could feel Lucius behind her helping to hold her up and stabilize them all. When Severus broke off his kisses, Lucius would swoop in for his own, leaving her breathless and aching.
When they were of sufficient height, the two male Veelas began little swoops and dives with Hermione between them. It was a bit strange with the air rushing past her, but they held her securely and she had little fear of falling. In fact, the swinging mid-air motion felt very soothing and sensual and soon she was back to pleading for more.
They repositioned themselves so that Hermione was facing Lucius with Severus behind her. Then they took a large breath, banked and made a quick descent, then righted and flew straight upward. The move pushed them right up inside her and she screamed at the painful pleasure. One of them would have simply jolted her senses awake, but two was an overload. She felt so stretched she thought she would tear, but as they slowed their ascent, they whispered encouraging words to her.
As they stopped and hovered at the pinnacle, she became adjusted to the feeling of them inside her even as she whimpered. “Hush, Hermione,” Severus said to soothe her. “It will get better in a moment.” Eventually the pain ebbed away and she nodded her ascent to continue.
They moved in a rhythm around the room, slow lilting swoops and sliding sweeps, mixed with firmer dives and ascents which had her groaning in pleasure, gradually getting faster as they neared their climax. She wished she could touch them, but they had told her to accept, and accept she did.
They dived and rose, dived and rose, a litany of words flowing from Hermione, “Yes, oh god, more, more!” With a shudder she came, her magic exploding out of her to combine with the two enveloping her. At the feeling of the bond, both men, too, climaxed, spilling their seed inside her and culminating their unions.
Their flight faltered and they almost dropped straight to the ground, but Severus pulled up first and Lucius followed after. Much slower they glided to the ground. Hermione was nearly passed out, her eyes fluttering closed as they laid her back down. She still had the presence of mind to ask for her release, though.
“Of course, our heart. Sleep well.” Lucius untied her arms and snuggled her into the pillows.
Severus grabbed their robes for blankets and laid down on one side of their mate with Lucius on the other. “A most satisfactory arrangement, Lucius.”
“I wholeheartedly agree, Severus.” With that they kissed each other over her and all three were soon fast asleep.
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Gift for: aleysiasnape
Author:
starduchessPairing: Lucius/Hermione/Severus
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2600
Warnings: PWP, Veela mating rituals, light bondage, double penetration
Summary: Hermione was sure that she and Severus were about to bust Lucius Malfoy for illegal smuggling, but she had no idea what was really in store for her tonight.
A/N: Written for HP_3somes 2015 exchange fest. Thank you for a quick beta job by Lauren. Aleysiasnape likes craziness in her stories, so when she mentioned Veelas and rituals and “trapped in a room” as prompts, I immediately went there. I hope you all enjoy it!
“We need to get down into the basement to find the contraband stores. You did say he received the shipment today, right?” Hermione asked her partner.
Severus was busy casting detection charms and setting up his own inversion wards so they could apparate out if they needed to. “Yes, I verified with the supplier. And according to him, the way down should be around that corner and second door on the left.”
Silently, they moved down the hall and to the appropriate door. Hermione undid the security wards before opening it and descending the stairway into the bowels of the building. Severus reset the wards behind them, but he left a loophole for a quick, easy out.
They searched three rooms in the basement before she found the stack of crates they were looking for. “Just as you said, Severus, a whole mess of magical artifacts from India and Nepal. We’ll have to --” But she didn’t get a chance to finish as the door swung shut and locked and powerful magic filled the room. She cast Protego immediately, but she didn’t think it was going to do much good.
A figure stepped out of the shadows. “Ah, at last, Miss Granger. So welcome of you to finally seek me out.” Lucius Malfoy was as tall and regal as she remembered from her early years at Hogwarts, before his time in prison and the second war. It seemed he had recovered well, and it looked like he was fit and glowing with power.
Wait. Glowing?
“You won’t get away with this, Mister Malfoy. We know you’ve been smuggling illegal products into the UK and now we have proof.” She could have said this with false bravado, but she’d faced down enough enemies over the years that it was no longer a cheap threat. And with Severus ….
“Incarcerous. Expelliarmus.”
Her wand leapt from her hand as ropes quickly wound around her. She looked at Lucius in shock, for he had not fired a spell, didn’t even have his wand in his hand. That meant … she turned her head to look at her partner, only to find the business end of his wand still pointed at her. “Severus …,” she could only whisper, as betrayal knifed through her system and straight to her heart. She had come to admire and respect him, after all.
“Do not be afraid, Hermione, we have wanted you for a while now,” he said, his dark eyes intense with a hunger she’d not seen in them before, a hunger that was predatory but not evil. It made her heart race. And now he, too, was glowing, but somehow darkly instead of brightly.
“Yes,” Lucius said, stepping forward. “We have long awaited this day to claim our mate.” With that last word, white wings extended out from his back, and his head and fingers took on a more pointed look. The light glow intensified and began filling the room.
Hermione’s eyes went wide. “You’re Veela? But I thought you were a pure-blood?” She had stopped struggling within her bonds, since the sight before her was so awe-inspiring; she probably would have forgotten to breathe if it hadn’t been an involuntary process.
Lucius chuckled a little. “Oh, pure-bloods can be of mixed breeds so long as all ancestors are magical creatures. It’s only with the Muggles and mundane animals that we detest.”
“So aren’t I lower than scum in your eyes? You’ve always attested to that, Mister Malfoy.” Hermione went back to struggling. She couldn’t believe she’d gotten into this situation, that her partner had put her into this position. “And Severus, I am sorely disappointed in ….” She turned her head to glare at her partner, only to trail off and then widen her eyes again as he, too, morphed into a bird-like being, one that was black instead of white, dark instead of light. His aura also began to bleed into the room. “Oh,” she said, stunned.
He smirked at her. “Oh, indeed. I am not as ashamed as Lucius to have a Muggleborn mate, but I am as annoyed as he that you are a Gryffindor. No matter. We’ll make do.”
“Mate!” she shrieked, finally registering the term in her mind and what that meant in relation to what she knew of Veelas. “But there are two of you! And isn’t there some sort of courtship ritual?”
Chuckling again, Lucius answered, “Not courtship, no, but a mating ritual, yes. As for the both of us, imagine our surprise when we discovered you were both of our mates. A bit unusual, but not completely off the books.”
“Your magical core and mental intelligence has drawn us both in,” said Severus, stalking forward with that hunger still in his eyes. He brandished his wand again and transfigured the boxes into fluffy pillows and levitated her onto them.
Trying to maintain her cool, she said, “That may be all well and good, but you could have just asked me instead of tying me up. And what about his illegal smuggling?”
Severus smirked again. “The evidence was falsified to get you interested. We knew you’d never enter Malfoy Manor again without good reason.”
“Damn straight,” she muttered. “Can you untie me now, please?”
Lucius regarded her and this time it was he who smirked. “Although the ritual doesn’t call for it, I rather like you all trussed up for me. Such a delicious sight.” His eyes, too, turned predatory and hungry.
Hermione became a bit nervous at that. She tried to be surreptitious in her movements to get away and began mentally running through her arsenal of spells and physical attacks. These two must have gone insane with Veela lust. Best to keep them talking while she worked out a plan. “Look, I don’t know what’s gotten in your heads, but I don’t consent to this ritual or whatever this is.”
“Oh, I think you will, my dear, but you first have to give us a chance to prove ourselves.” Lucius then threw his head back and … cawed! It was the only word for it. He let out a piercing shrill that rang out through the air, echoing off the walls and shocking her with its intensity. It wasn’t an angry sound, more proclamation, really, as if to say, “This is me! Hear me out!”
An answering caw sounded from behind her, deeper and more desperate, a proclamation same as the other but with a challenge added. She turned her head and shoulders to look back and there was Severus, also with his neck stretched up and head thrown back. It looked like they were preening for attention.
As they continued to caw, making an interesting harmony that would have fit perfectly in any magical menagerie, their wings began to expand and tremble. They faced off with one another and started to circle the room around her. There wasn’t much aggression in the act, more like posturing. From what she knew, the Veela mating happened alone and there weren’t many instances of males fighting over a female. And they had said she was both their mates, so maybe they were trying to determine a pecking order. Not that that made Hermione feel any better about the situation, mind, but perhaps it meant they wouldn’t kill each other.
They circled around her twice, every once and awhile pausing to pose and preen, their arms extended out and their wings unfurling to the sky. She had to admit it was an impressive stance, the more so for being two of them. After the fourth such time, their wings started to steadily beat, kicking up currents in the air that swished her frizzy hair into her face. Within a moment, they were rising up from the ground.
Hermione stared at them in wonder. They looked so regal, both of them, edging upward to the ceiling in the room that was larger than she had first noticed. When they had risen a good thirty feet or more, they paused, then with another thunderous caw they swooped down at her. She screamed as they plummeted, trying to scramble backwards away from them. Just before they would have collided with her, they both arched their bodies and swooped back upwards. Her heart pounding in her chest, she watched, awestruck, as they swooped and dived and flew around the room in an intricate dance.
She came to realise that it was their intent to show off their prowess for their mate, and she couldn’t help but be impressed. She found herself admiring the two men, such opposites of each other yet both strong and virile. Caught up in their beauty, she failed to notice the beginnings of her own arousal ... until they began stripping.
Her mouth was agape, she knew, as she watched with rapt attention to both men disrobing. It was fascinating seeing them ease out of their clothing while still in flight and then swoop down to lay the fabrics over the pillows, almost as if they were building a nest. The thought would have struck her more if she hadn’t been engrossed in staring at the flesh slowly being revealed before her. Lucius was the perfect specimen: smooth, pale, flawless skin; broad chest and hips with well-defined muscles and just enough fat to be healthy. Severus, on the other hand, was wiry and extremely lean. His skin was so pale it was almost translucent, and his bones jutted out at all angles, but he was still a sight to behold.
When they began to undo their trousers and reveal their privates, she blushed furiously. She looked away trying to give them privacy, but her eyes kept straying, and her mind kept repeating one phrase over and over: “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.”
Once naked, they landed next to her. She gulped as she took in their full glory, now so close to her. They radiated light and dark energy, their magics a tangible thing in the air. It caressed her skin and called to her own.
“You have seen what we offer you, Hermione Granger,” chorused the both of them. “Do you now consent? Will you become ours?”
She glanced between the two of them, men she had admired for a long time, whether respectfully or hatefully, men she now found she wanted, and knew her answer. “Yes.”
With that, they knelt and crawled toward her. Claw-like fingers slid over her legs and torso with a gentle pressure that had her shivering in delight. They caressed her, making her feel wanted and cherished, while peeling off her clothes. Kisses they granted on her bare skin, whispered words of affection they gave in her ears, and strokes they made with their feathers.
By the time she was naked, too, she was moaning and writhing beneath them, yearning for more. “Can you untie me now?”
Severus smirked. “Not likely. We’re having too much fun like this.” He kneaded a breast and licked her throat, enjoying her gasp of pleasure.
“Besides,” said Lucius, “as the female partner, it is your job to simply accept our attentions. What better way to ensure that you follow protocol than to have you bound?” He nibbled on the closest ear and ran a hand up her inner thigh, making her squirm.
“Please, oh,” she said, panting. “I need … more.”
Lucius smiled. “We will give you more, don’t worry.” They continued to tease her body as her passion grew.
Eventually, their hands trailed over her body to meet at her private entrance. By then she was dripping wet and writhing as much as she could within her bindings. They took pity on her and stroked her down there, some fingers brushing over her clit and some delving deep inside. The sensations were too much and she came. And she came again as they continued to thrust fingers inside her, stretching her more. Soon she was too sensitive and closed her legs to block out further sensations. “Please, it’s too much.”
Her mates smirked at her and withdrew their fingers back to gentle caresses. They kissed her with tenderness and with passion, until they could feel her ardour rise again. This time they stroked her with firmer demands and she knew what had to come next -- the culmination of their joining. They were taking great care with her, but their touches were more insistent. They stretched her further until it was almost painful.
“Up you go, my dear,” Lucius told her, standing and helping her up.
“What?” She looked around, not understanding.
“Yes, we need to go up,” said Severus, a Slytherin twinkle in his eye. He picked her up and she squeaked.
“What are you doing?”
“Finishing the mating ritual,” was all the answer she got before his great wings spread wide and began beating. Soon they were rising in the air. She didn’t have time to panic as he kissed her deeply, and then she could feel Lucius behind her helping to hold her up and stabilize them all. When Severus broke off his kisses, Lucius would swoop in for his own, leaving her breathless and aching.
When they were of sufficient height, the two male Veelas began little swoops and dives with Hermione between them. It was a bit strange with the air rushing past her, but they held her securely and she had little fear of falling. In fact, the swinging mid-air motion felt very soothing and sensual and soon she was back to pleading for more.
They repositioned themselves so that Hermione was facing Lucius with Severus behind her. Then they took a large breath, banked and made a quick descent, then righted and flew straight upward. The move pushed them right up inside her and she screamed at the painful pleasure. One of them would have simply jolted her senses awake, but two was an overload. She felt so stretched she thought she would tear, but as they slowed their ascent, they whispered encouraging words to her.
As they stopped and hovered at the pinnacle, she became adjusted to the feeling of them inside her even as she whimpered. “Hush, Hermione,” Severus said to soothe her. “It will get better in a moment.” Eventually the pain ebbed away and she nodded her ascent to continue.
They moved in a rhythm around the room, slow lilting swoops and sliding sweeps, mixed with firmer dives and ascents which had her groaning in pleasure, gradually getting faster as they neared their climax. She wished she could touch them, but they had told her to accept, and accept she did.
They dived and rose, dived and rose, a litany of words flowing from Hermione, “Yes, oh god, more, more!” With a shudder she came, her magic exploding out of her to combine with the two enveloping her. At the feeling of the bond, both men, too, climaxed, spilling their seed inside her and culminating their unions.
Their flight faltered and they almost dropped straight to the ground, but Severus pulled up first and Lucius followed after. Much slower they glided to the ground. Hermione was nearly passed out, her eyes fluttering closed as they laid her back down. She still had the presence of mind to ask for her release, though.
“Of course, our heart. Sleep well.” Lucius untied her arms and snuggled her into the pillows.
Severus grabbed their robes for blankets and laid down on one side of their mate with Lucius on the other. “A most satisfactory arrangement, Lucius.”
“I wholeheartedly agree, Severus.” With that they kissed each other over her and all three were soon fast asleep.
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