Hermione's Curiosity

A/N: I know some of you might be wondering why I posting this fic up instead of the next chapter to Alternate Yule Ball Sequence. While I appreciate the reviews I've gotten for it, I've only gotten a few reviews per chapter, even though the story itself has gotten over 2000 hits. I don't want to put too much time into it if most people don't seem to want it continued. So I'll have to add each chapter once I get a certain number of reviews, which will tell me that it's worth continuing. I'll probably add the next chapter anyway, but right now this plot bunny came and bit me in the arse and wouldn't let go until I wrote it. So, here ya go. I hope you enjoy. This is the first ever sex scene I've ever written, so please don't be too harsh!

Disclaimer: It ain't mine. If you think it is, then ask Mrs.Rowling why she's a multi millionaire and I'm not.

Summary: Set in the summer before their 6^th year. The Grangers take in Harry for a day until the Weasleys can return from Romania. Hermione wants to explore her sexuality as a girl, and Harry helps her. They may or may not be a little OOC. But I'll do my best. Reviews would be appreciated.

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Harry couldn't have been happier when he received and owl from Hermione. The contents of the letter lightened up his mood which had been rather terrible during the week that Harry had been back with the Durselys. Apparently, Dumbledore had agreed to let Harry stay with the Weasleys, and he'd be going to the Burrow in two days. They went to Romania to visit Ron's brother, and would be back then. But luckily he wouldn't have to wait another day, since Harry would be staying with the Grangers for a day until they came to collect him. As soon as he opened the front door, bags in hand, Harry felt like his back was going to break as a certain bushy haired girl gave him a hug that easily rivaled the squeeze of a Boa Constrictor.

“Hello Harry!” she squealed in satisfaction even though it had only been seven days since they had seen each other at the King's Cross.

Unable to hug her back with all the luggage he was carrying, Harry simply leaned his head into the crook of her neck.

“It's nice to see you too Hermione,” he replied quietly.

Pulling away from him, Harry saw Hermione's expression darken a bit as she caught a glance of the Durselys. Harry turned around and figured out why. The Durselys looked almost disgusted at the fact that anyone would hug Harry, and shot Hermione a scornful look.

“Come on Harry. I'm sure you must be in a hurry to leave here,” Hermione quickly said.

Harry was all too happy to put his luggage into the trunk of the minivan that Hermione's parents drove. The entire trip to their house, Harry got acquainted with Mr and Mrs.Granger. Unlike the Durselys, they were rather nice Muggles. After a fairly long drive, they pulled in front of a great big white house. Hermione's parents were dentists as Harry remembered, so they'd obviously have a bit of money.

“I'll show you to your room Harry. Come on,” Hermione said as she led him into the nicely decorated house and took him upstairs.

At the very end of the hallway was a guest room that was easily larger than the spare room that the Durselys had given him to stay in when Dudley decided he didn't need it anymore. The room was painted off-white with a full size bed and a dresser. There was even a small desk in the corner.

“You don't have to unpack if you don't want to, since you'll be leaving tomorrow. If you're hungry we've got plenty of snacks in the kitchen. My parents won't mind at all,” said Hermione.

“Thanks,” Harry said curtly.

Just as Hermione was about to leave, Harry was compelled to gently grab her wrist and look straight at her.

“Hermione - I know you probably talked Dumbledore into this. I just want to thank you. This means a lot to me,” Harry said in a sincere voice.

Hermione simply pulled him into another hug; kissing him on the cheek as she pulled away.

“Well I'll leave you to it,” Hermione said as she walked out of the room.

Harry couldn't help but touch the cheek that she'd kissed as he noticed that that was the second time Hermione had given him a kiss. He didn't know why she did it, but it made him feel better. Whether or not that was its intended job, Harry appreciated the gesture all the same.

After taking out his pajamas and laying them on the bed for later on that night, Harry went downstairs and straight into the kitchen. Hermione had already set up a plate of fruit and a glass of orange juice that was lying on the counter and she clearly did it ahead of time. Harry didn't eat fruit too much, but her parents were dentists which would explain their presence as opposed to sugar snacks. Hermione wasn't in the kitchen, and Harry was quick to help himself. As he finished his last grape, Harry heard the phone ring.

“I'll get it!” Hermione shouted as she passed the doorway into the kitchen and went into another room.

After a few moments, Hermione called out again,

“Dad! It's for you!” Hermione called up the stairs before the sound of shoes colliding with wooden stairs filled Harry's ears. After a few minutes, Harry wandered out into the living room where the two of them were. After Mr.Granger hung up, he turned to Hermione as he collected his keys from a table.

“I'm on call. Someone's gone about breaking their front teeth on a gravestone. Don't ask me how that one happened. I'll be back in a few hours. If I don't get back soon, your mum will be home around midnight. She's got some dental records to sort through. I'll see you later,” Mr.Granger said as he pecked Hermione on her forehead before leaving the room.

“Oh and Harry, we've got plenty of movies in case you get bored!” Mr.Granger yelled as he left the house.

“So what are you going to do?” Harry sheepishly asked Hermione.

“I was planning on doing a bit of reading,” Hermione replied casually.

“You're not about to study are you? School is not for a couple of months,” Harry asked incredulously.

“Well, no actually. This is for fun,” Hermione replied.

Harry raised an eyebrow at this, but simply sighed as Hermione walked upstairs to her room. Harry plopped down on the tanned leather couch in the living room. He didn't know too much about movies, having never watched one or kept up with them before, so he simply clicked the TV on and watched the news. As he had done so many times before, he watched for something; anything that might point to a crime of Voldemort's. He watched the news for almost an hour before he drifted off to sleep as nothing important was broadcast. In his sleep, he relived the battle at the Ministry of Magic outside himself. He saw himself watching Sirius battle Bellatrix. He tried to scream and tell Sirius not to let his guard down, but no sound came from his mouth. He tried to grab Sirius and throw him to the ground, but his hand went right through him. Harry watched in horror as Bellatrix delivered the final blow that sent Sirius flying through the veil. NOOOOO!!!!!

Harry woke with a cold sweat on his forehead and an unbelievable heart rate. He looked out the window and the dark blue sky told him that evening had come. Realizing that it was all a dream, Harry felt tears well up in his eyes. Fighting the desire to let his emotions pour out of himself, he let out a growl of frustration with himself and went upstairs. He needed to talk to someone, anyone to get his mind off Sirius. Approaching Hermione's door, he hesitantly clasped the doorknob before quietly turning it and cracking the door open. Through the small space, Harry saw Hermione lying on her stomach atop her bed reading a magazine, her legs bended at the knees and her feet almost touching the back of her head. She was wearing a white night gown and she seemed rather engrossed in whatever magazine she was reading. Harry was a bit taken back at this. Other than at the Yule Ball, Harry had never seen Hermione acting like a….a girl. Harry wondered why she was acting like one. That's because she IS a girl.

Harry shook his head as he slowly pushed the door open to reveal the rest of her room. She still hadn't noticed he was there. Harry then eyed the contents of her room. Her walls were painted baby blue, with a queen size bed and several girly decorations around her room. She even had one or two posters of famous Muggle actors that were quite attractive to the female eye. Her room was illuminated only by a lamp on her bedside table. On the wall opposite her bed was a desk that was covered in books and papers. This was the only thing in Hermione's room that Harry was not surprised to see. Hoping he wasn't intruding, Harry cleared his throat.

“Erm,” Harry managed to blurt out.

Hermione quickly looked up in surprise to see Harry standing there and quickly closed the magazine she was reading and sat up straight on her bed.

“Um, hi Harry. Is something wrong?” she asked.

“Can I come in?” Harry questioned, trying hard not to sound bothered.

“Um, sure,” Hermione said as she cleared off some magazines from her bed and patted the spot next to her.

Closing the door behind him, Harry went to sit down. Hermione could tell that something was off, as Harry's nondescript look showed no signs of any particularly positive emotions.

“Harry, what's wrong?” she asked sympathetically.

“Nothing,” Harry lied, “I was just seeing what you were doing. What's all this?”

Harry motioned to the magazines lying cluttered around on her bed and Hermione's face turned slightly pink.

“Well, I was just looking through some articles. Some of them are quite informative,” Hermione said, sounding unconvincing.

Harry then picked up one of them, before glancing at the others and noticed that they were all “girly” magazines. Looking at the one in his hand, Harry cocked an eyebrow as he read the cover article.

“101 Ways to Please your Man? I'd be surprised if there were ten…” Harry muttered in a sarcastic yet amused voice.

“Well-they're entertaining to read,” Hermione defended herself, “and some of them are quite insightful.”

“Why are you reading all these magazines about boys?” Harry asked.

Hermione's face instantly shot red.

“Well, I was going to write Viktor when you came in. He fancies me. I've never had a real boyfriend before, so I was going to see where this went,” Hermione answered.

“Oh. You were going to write him? In that case I'll leave you to it,” Harry replied, disappointed for reason he couldn't understand.

As he started to stand up and walk toward the door, Hermione suddenly spoke.

“Harry wait,” she said quickly.

“Yeah?” Harry said as he turned around.

“I was wondering if you could…help me with something…” Hermione said tentatively.

Somewhat curious as to the cause behind her changed demeanor, Harry walked back over to her bed and sat down next to her.

“What is it?” Harry asked, hoping that it didn't have anything to do with S.P.E.W.

“Um - well…it's just that I've never had a boyfriend before. And this whole thing with Viktor is rather new to me. I was going to go visit him later on this summer, but I don't know what I'd do or how to act. I've never worried about this kind of thing before, you know what I mean?” Hermione asked, forcing herself not to explode in embarrassment.

“Yeah, I think so,” Harry replied dryly.

Was she going to ask him for love advice? I certainly hope not. The only “relationship” I've ever had was with Cho. And that was a failed attempt.

“I've never kissed a guy before. I don't even know how to look attractive the way he might want. I-I really don't know anything,” Hermione continued.

Although he never looked at her that way, Harry wasn't blind. He did know that Hermione was gorgeous. He had known that since the Yule Ball. He had never thought that she was ugly. Her large front teeth used to drag her down a bit, but she fixed that problem ages ago. Allowing himself to go there, he quickly corrected Hermione.

“You're already attractive Hermione. You don't have to change anything,” Harry replied, bemused at her self doubt.

“You really think so?” Hermione asked, a twinge of hope in her voice.

“Well, yes,” Harry replied, sounding almost as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Do you think a guy like Viktor would want to kiss me?” she asked.

At this, Harry could feel blood rushing to his face. If he wasn't sure he was blushing before, he was now. Recognizing her beauty was one thing, talking about whether or not she was kissable was another.

“Uh-I don't know. All guys are different I suppose,” Harry said somewhat hurriedly.

“Would you kiss me? I mean-um, if you ever saw me that way,” Hermione asked, her own redness increasing.

Harry's eyes simply widened, as the idea of having to suddenly think about Hermione as more than a friend was becoming very awkward for him.

“I-I don't know. You're my friend. That sort of thing doesn't exactly come up on a daily basis,” Harry said, all hopes of sounding casual having been lost.

“Well…would you-er, try? Just this once? I-I mean having kissed Cho I'm sure you can tell me the difference?” Hermione managed to say.

Harry couldn't believe what was happening, but they had already gone past the point of no return. They could either do this now and get it over with, or stop and feel awkward for months.

“I guess…” Harry replied, sounding almost pathetic.

Hermione didn't wait. Leaning toward Harry reluctantly yet determined, she gently tasted Harry's lips with her own. Harry's brain went into overdrive as he realized that he was kissing Hermione, his best friend, and almost went catatonic at the realization. Luckily, the kiss ended almost as soon as it had begun before Harry could have a heart attack. As soon as they broke away, Harry just stared at Hermione as she searched his eyes for some sort of evaluation of her performance. He didn't know why he was feeling this way, but for some reason, he wanted more. He felt a pang of guilt at the thought of wanting to kiss his best friend, but there was something incredibly appealing about it.

“So…how was that?” Hermione asked after she had plucked up the courage.

Looking for a way to do that again, Harry gave the only reply that would secure another kiss for him.

“I-I don't know. I think we should try again,” Harry said somewhat frantically.

Before Hermione had a chance to respond, Harry had grabbed the sides of her shoulders and pulled her into another kiss. As soon as their lips were reunited, they both inhaled deeply through their nostrils as the kiss began to intensify. Hermione had begun to open her mouth and allow Harry's tongue to come into contact with her own. The two of them kissed desperately, as if this were their last chance in the world to do so. The intensity of the kiss uncovered feelings in Harry that he never knew he had. It was as if he was digging up a treasure he had forgotten about. For that one moment, his friendly love for Hermione seemed to transmute itself into a different kind of love. Completely lost in the kiss, Harry continued to kiss Hermione like he hadn't seen a girl in ten years. She kissed back, just as lost in these waves of strange feelings. Finally, Harry began to realize just who he was kissing, and he pulled away quickly; completely embarrassed at what he had just done to his best friend.

“I'm sorry…I should have asked first,” Harry said.

“No. It was alright. It was…good,” Hermione replied, her own mind wrapping around what had taken place.

The two sat there blushing profusely, completely silent before Hermione finally managed to break the silence.

“So…was that as good as Cho?” Hermione asked quietly.

“Way better than with Cho,” Harry blurted out without thinking.

Before he had time to come down from his shock, Hermione tentatively took Harry's hand before slowly holding it to her breast. Harry nearly had a stroke as a good portion of the blood in his body began to take a trip south of the border.

“Does…that feel good?” Hermione asked weakly.

Feel good? Was she serious? Where was all this coming from? Ending it before he almost exploded, Harry pulled his hand away and stood up; backing away from Hermione.

“What is this?! What are we doing? We're best friends! What's going on?!” Harry seemed to be asking himself more than Hermione.

Standing up as well, Hermione probed Harry with her eyes and prepared to do something that Harry never thought he'd see in a million years.

“I'm sorry Harry. I didn't mean to frighten you. It's just that I trust you, and I wanted to know if a guy could ever want me,” Hermione responded.

As Harry let the words sink in, Hermione did the unthinkable: she clasped the sides of her night gown and pulled it over her head before dropping it to the floor. At that moment Hermione stood there in nothing but white underwear and a white bra. Hermione's slender and petite figure was now revealed to Harry in almost all of its wonderful glory. Harry's eyes would have bulged out of his head if they weren't forced to conform to the laws of reality, as he stared in surprised awe at what he was seeing. It wasn't that he was looking at a girl's nearly naked body, it was that he was looking at Hermione's nearly naked body that sent his mind reeling into chaos. And as for her figure, she looked excellent. Harry knew she had a good figure; for that had been made plainly obvious also at the Yule Ball. But now he was actually seeing it, without the dress the cover it. Hermione was clearly almost as uncomfortable as he was, but she seemed to determined to convince herself as well as Harry whether or not she was desirable. If there were any doubts before about her looks, Harry held none now.

“So-is it nice? My body, I mean,” Hermione squeaked.

Harry didn't know how it was possible, but his mouth seemed to be able to still form words.

“I-I think the operative word is `gulp',” Harry answered.

At this, Hermione smiled and approached Harry. Originally, she was going to put her night gown back on, but something urged her to go further than she had planned. She didn't know what had come over her, and neither did he as the gap between closed and they were locked in a passionate kiss once more. As soon as their lips touched, it all seemed so clear. Harry wanted Hermione, and she wanted him. That was all that mattered, and that was all either of them needed to know. This went beyond lust. This was a different hunger that both of them had tried to stave off for years. A hunger that neither of them knew they had. They had known each other ever since they started Hogwarts operating in a relationship under the delusion that they were just friends. These two had done things for each other that went above and beyond the call of friendship, stemming from dormant feelings that others had seen in them. Now those dormant feelings were loosed upon one another, as well as the overwhelming desire to express these powerful feelings to each other.

Having no idea how they got there, Harry had removed his shirt and was now on top of Hermione on her bed. The magazines having been pushed off the bed, the two continued to kiss each other with fervor they never knew they had. Taking a bold move, Harry slipped his hands under her back and after a few failed attempts, managed to undo the clasp of her bra. They then took a break from kissing as Hermione slowly slipped her bra off her chest. It almost sent Harry for a whirl wind when he saw her petite breasts for the first time. All this time, Hermione had been hiding this under her baggy school robes. Giving into his male passion, Harry slowly moved his head down and kissed her breasts; giving proper attention to each one before lightly suckling on them. His attention was then forced elsewhere as Hermione pulled Harry back up to her face, kissing him once more. With a daring she didn't know she possessed, she kissed Harry's chest and forced him off of her just enough so that she could get lower and kiss his sufficiently toned abs. She then looked into his eyes, seeking permission silently to do what she proceeded to next: and slowly slipped his boxers down without taking her eyes away from his. Harry was now completely naked, and he continued to gaze into Hermione's blissfully brown eyes as she helped him get them off him completely. Perhaps she wasn't ready to look just yet, but she refused to take her eyes off of his stare as Harry assumed his most vulnerable state.

As Harry moved back down to her, Hermione took a few liberties and slid her hands across his back, before venturing further down and touching the top of his bottom for just a moment. Harry also took a liberty and took one of her breasts into his hand; though the manner in which he did so clearly attested to his inexperience and nervousness at all this. He had never been this close to a girl before, let alone Hermione of all people. Finally, to dispose of the only barrier left between the two, Hermione slowly pushed Harry down lower, Harry now seeking silent permission to remove the white fabric protecting her most sacred of places. Her eyes told him everything he needed, and just like she did to him, he removed her undergarments without once letting his eyes away from hers. Her nervousness was clearly apparent now, as her features indicated both insatiable desire and young inexperience. Neither of them knew what they were doing; letting their instincts and feelings for each other to guide their movements. Once Hermione's undergarments were gone, Harry couldn't help himself, and acted on an itching desire and curiosity that he had. Finally looking at her smooth shaven womanhood, Harry touched the small patch of curls just above it before lowering his head and kissing her outer folds. She shuddered at first, before relaxing bit by bit and letting him explore her. Cunnilingus was not exactly on his resume, and he was ill prepared to try. That wasn't the point here, he just wanted to kiss this special place that Hermione was offering freely to him to both feed his own hunger for her and show her just how much she meant to him. These light kisses didn't really deliver physical pleasure, except when Harry accidentally kissed blissfully close to her special spot. But it wasn't the pleasure that was satisfying her; just the fact that this was Harry doing it, that it was Harry who was expressing his affection for her, provided her with all the satisfaction that she needed. After Harry finally stopped, Hermione gently rolled him over and allowed her own curious eyes to venture where she wouldn't let them earlier.

Finally looking at Harry's own forbidden place, she slowly slid her hands across his stomach, and down to his thighs. Satisfying her own curiosity, Hermione briefly let her hand pass over what she would claim in just a few moments. Having both touched one another, Hermione rolled over again and allowed Harry to lie on top of her. Both of them stopped quickly, knowing what was to follow. Before they destroyed the last remaining barrier of their friendship, Harry looked into Hermione's eyes purposefully, giving them both a chance to stop.

“Hermione…I've never done this before. I'm kind of scared. If you want me to stop, I'll understand,” Harry gently said.

Hermione continued staring at him, before bucking her hips up just slightly.

“I've never done this either. I'm scared too. But we've gotten this far. I'll never live it down if I don't try. If I'm going to do this, I'm glad it's with you Harry,” she said with a smile.

Now was the moment of truth; where they would consummate the emotions that had been bottled up for years. Neither of them had any expectations going into this, so they'd just have to learn together. Hermione tentatively clasped his readiness, eliciting a slight gasp from Harry, before helping him in the right direction. Once he was there, Hermione only whispered one word:

“Slow…”

Acknowledging her request with his eyes, Harry pushed in just slightly. Hermione let out a loud gasp, before pushing him in bit by bit of her own accord. Every small bit of her that surrounded him, Harry breathed out a small moan as more of her began to take him in. This was unbelievable. When he finally reached her barrier, Harry looked into Hermione's eyes before she pulled him into her and broke her inner wall as they gave their virginities to each other. Both of them gasped as Hermione lightly bit her lip in order to alleviate some of the pain. Harry's eyes widened as he felt himself inside a woman, inside Hermione, for the first time. It felt absolutely incredible. He knew about it like every other teenager, but he never thought it would be like this. After Hermione finally adjusted to him, she started to move slowly, allowing Harry to find a blissfully slow rhythm. As soon as he completed his very first stroke, his couldn't help but let out a moan of pure euphoria. Nothing could have prepared him for the smorgasbord of new sensations that he was feeling. Not only were they absolutely wonderful, but the fact that it was Hermione made it all the sweeter. Something felt so right about this. It felt like sacrificing their virginities to anyone else but each other would have felt incomplete and wrong. After they finally found a good rhythm, Harry communicated what he was feeling in soft moans as Hermione did the same: the pain now replaced with pleasure. After a short while, Harry looked back into Hermione's eyes as he moved in and out of her, loving her deliberately with every thrust. Hermione just looked straight at him, savoring the fact that she was making love to her best friend of five years. Harry couldn't believe that he was sharing this with Hermione, but even still he enjoyed every delicious thrust that brought them both pleasure. He performed every thrust in her name. After getting more comfortable, Harry sped up just slightly which brought a whole new array of feelings for the both of them. Overexcited, Hermione's sensitivity ruptured as her first orgasm over took her.

“Oh my god…” Hermione gasped, “Harry!”

Bucking her hips and tightening her hold on him, Hermione experienced her first orgasm. This almost brought Harry over the edge as well, but just barely. Still in the game, Harry continued to move faster as Hermione's outburst gave him more wetness to move. Breathing deeper and uttering her name with each thrust, Harry approached his plateau. Being a teenager, Harry had gratified himself several times, but because of the fact that his impending orgasm was being called forth by Hermione's sex, those sensations were intensified twenty fold. The plateau alone was so amazing that Harry almost thought he had released already. He found he was wrong as he maintained that state, now loudly moaning as he got closer and closer. Helping him along and making it obvious that Harry belonged to her and her alone; Hermione pulled him closer by his back with one hand, and held his head in the crook of her neck with the other. Her own moans getting louder, she wrapped her legs around him as he continued to love her.

“I love you…” Hermione said.

Even though he had known it intuitively by now, hearing her seal her feelings with those words was more than Harry could have dreamed for. And it sent him over the edge.

“I love you.” Hermione said over and over again, each declaration of her love bringing him closer and closer to his inevitable orgasm.

“Hermione…” Harry said with all the love he had in his voice.

Thrusting into her one final time, Harry voiced the unbelievable sensations that were coursing through his center with a loud moan as his orgasm spurted into Hermione time after time. Hermione cooed at the feeling of warmth that was given to her through his orgasm as Harry sighed in finality, collapsing onto her as his orgasm fired one last time. He was about to pull out when Hermione tightened her grip on his spent but still hard member, holding him tightly with her arms. She didn't want him to leave just yet; she adored the feeling of him inside her, and she didn't want it to go away just yet. Knowing this was her desire, Harry pulled the sheets over the two of them before rolling over with her. Careful to stay inside of Hermione, the two lay side by side on the bed, turned toward one another holding each other affectionately. Their legs tangled, Harry looked into Hermione's eyes with a look of affection that he had never given anyone.

“Hermione…I can't tell you how much that meant to me; how much you mean to me,” Harry said barely above a whisper.

Smiling, Hermione clutched down on his member with her sex as a quick reminder to what they had just done.

“It meant a lot to me too. I know you can't tell me, but you already showed me,” she replied.

Taking this moment to be somewhat humorous, Harry spoke up.

“What about Viktor?”

“Viktor who?” Hermione said with a laugh.

At that moment, Harry pulled Hermione as close to her as he could, slowly running his hand all over her, appreciating her with every fiber of his being. Pushing her hips into him once more, pulling Harry into her a little more deeply, Hermione put her hand on his chest.

“Do you feel that Harry? I want to always be this close to you,” Hermione said.

Harry didn't care about the prophecy anymore. He didn't even want to tell Hermione about it. No matter what he was destined to do, he would survive his battle with Voldemort. He was going to live; for the Wizarding world. For the Muggle world. For Ron. For Mrs.Weasley. And most of all, for her. Without any more words, the two stayed just like that, and Harry closed his eyes as he softened inside her. Hermione closed her eyes also; and within moments, they fell asleep…

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Author's note: Just so you know, I appreciate all the reviews for this little ficlet of mine. I just felt that I should clarify something about this story. It was NEVER Hermione's intention to have sex with Harry. She was just going to kiss him and that would be it. This wasn't a set up, they just got “lost in the sauce” as one could put it. As it says before they lose themselves, Hermione was planning to put her night gown back on after Harry confirmed that she looked good. She didn't “use” Harry as a trial run for Viktor, the love making between them was spontaneous, not planned. Just thought I'd clear that up. Thanks again!

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