Chapter 1: Star Crossed
It was an unusually warm fall day. The sun shone brightly and a warm breeze blew rustling the remaining leaves that hung on the trees as thick white clouds rolled languidly about the clear blue sky. It was the kind of day that begged to be enjoyed to the fullest and as it was probably the last day like this the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry where likely to see for quite sometime they happily obliged by leaving essays unwritten and chapters unread as they wiled away the hours sitting by the lake or for those made of stronger stuff going for a dip in it. Here and there students lazed about the grounds chatting to one another or playing games of exploding snap, gobstones, and wizard's chess, others read or just laid out sunning themselves.
Hermione took in the scene with a smile as she strolled across the grounds towards the Quidditch pitch with her friends and housemates Ginny Weasley, Lavender Brown and Pavrati Patil. The foursome had just finished having lunch in the Great Hall and noticing the curious lack of Gryffindor males present they had headed to the kitchens and procured a supply of sandwiches, cauldron cakes and pumpkin juice from Dobby and Winky to take to the boys who they wisely guessed had forgone even food to take part in one of their favorite activities…flying. The quartet attracted quite a bit of attention as they made their way across the grounds past a cluster of Ravenclaws that included Harold Dingle, Terry Boot, Michael Corner, Anthony Goldstein, Stephen Summers and Parker Wesley. The six boys smiled appreciatively as the shapely Gryffindor quartet strolled by. Stephen Summers let out a low whistle and said to his housemates.
"Lucky blokes those Gryffindors getting to look at that lot all the bloody time"!
Anthony Goldstein nodded his agreement and added.
"Hey Corner bet you're wishing you'd hung on to Ginny Weasley eh".
Michael gestured rudely with his hand as Parker ran his hands over his already perfectly smooth golden mane. Terry eyed him strangely and asked.
"Parker what are you doing"?
Parker replied matter of factly.
"Just making sure I look all right before I go and say hello to Hermione".
The five other boys stared at Parker in amazement. It was common knowledge that Parker was smitten with Hogwarts Head Girl, as were countless other young wizards in the school, but it was also common knowledge that Hermione had no interest in Parker whatsoever. Truth be told she seemed to despise him. The five boys exchanged questioning looks with one another as Harold asked quietly.
"Ummm…Parker…exactly why are you going to go and say hello to Hermione…she doesn't seem to like you very much".
Parker waved his hand dismissively and replied.
"Don't you lads know it's the chase that makes it interesting…she's just playing hard to get is all".
Michael piped up and said.
"Chased is exactly what you'll get if Weasley and Potter…especially Potter…think you're annoying her. Andrew Ringgold said something Potter thought was uncomplimentary and nearly got his head handed to him for his trouble".
The other boys nodded and began calling the names of other young wizards who had incurred Harry's wrath over some comment they'd mistakenly made to Hermione. Parker waved his hands at them flippantly as though shooing flies and said.
"Potter's no concern of mine I can handle him if need be".
With that Parker stalked off after Hermione. Michael called after him.
"As you like it…its your funeral"!
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Ginny, Lavender, Pavrati and Hermione strode onto the pitch and raised their faces skyward. Dean and Seamus were taking it in turns charging around the pitch throwing the quaffle at the hoops Ron was defending while Harry zoomed effortlessly about them. Even from her vantage point so far below Hermione could make out the serene expression on Harry's face and the upturned corners of his smiling mouth; flying had always had that effect on him. Ginny called out to the boys letting them know that they had brought them lunch just as Harry went into a series of complicated spins and spiraling dives. Ron, Seamus, Dean and Neville, who had been sitting on the ground nearby, ambled over to poke their noses into the basket Lavender was holding. Harry had leveled off and pulled up at the first row of seats ringing the pitch. His performance had elicited a chorus of cheers from a group of girls who happened to be sitting there watching. The prettiest girl of the group, a dark-haired ebony-eyed beauty purposely by accident dropped one of her dangling silver earrings. Harry who had been turning around to join his friends saw the flash of the bauble as it slipped from the young woman's hand and reflexively scooped it up before it had scarcely fallen an inch. Pavrati smiled as she watched the incident and said.
"Looks like Harry has found another use for those lightening quick reflexes of his".
All the Gryffindors turned as one to see what she was referring to and caught sight of Harry, who appeared to be in the throes of a deep conversation with Serena Chambers. She was holding the hand that Harry had used to retrieve her earring in both of hers and was absolutely gushing about something. Seamus smiled wolfishly and said.
"He does get the pick of the litter doesn't he".
Ron, Dean and Neville all laughed scandalously at Seamus' remark. Hermione narrowed her eyes to near slits and folded her arms across her chest and replied in a rather annoyed fashion.
"Honestly, does she ever give it a rest"?
Ginny, Lavender and Pavrati turned their gazes to Hermione as Ron asked.
"Does who ever give what a rest"?
Hermione replied.
"Serena Chambers. I swear she's stalking him. She turns up everywhere Harry happens to be…the halls outside his classes, his Quidditch practices, the library when we're studying, whichever corridors we happen to be patrolling…its maddening…and you would honestly think she was the clumsiest, most helpless witch to ever walk the earth the way she's constantly dropping something or needs some heavy object lifted whenever Harry's within a mile of her. You'd think a seventh year Ravenclaw would have mastered a simple levitation spell by now. I mean really how desperate can any one person be"!
Hermione finished her rant and cast malevolent glares at Serena. She seemed to be unaware of the seven bewildered faces that looked at her slightly confused over her obvious irritation with Harry's most recently acquired flirtation. Hermione spoke over her shoulder to the female portion of the group.
"I suppose I'd better go and get him before this lot eats everything we brought".
Ron started to protest her last statement as neither he nor Dean, or Seamus or Neville had so much as laid a finger on a single solitary item in the picnic basket Lavender held but Ginny trod on his foot heavily as Hermione set off across the pitch to collect Harry. Ron grimaced and wiggled his foot as he frowned down at Ginny and asked.
"What'd you go and do that for"?
Pavrati interjected before Ginny, who was watching Hermione's progression across the field intently, could answer and said.
"My, my, my…seems the Head Girl's a tad jealous of all the attention being showered on a certain green-eyed seeking Head Boy".
Lavender giggled.
"A tad, I'd say it's a hell of a lot more than a sodding tad".
Ginny nodded and Ron looking bemused chimed in.
"What are you birds on about…what's Hermione got to be jealous about"?
Ginny shook her head and stared at her brother in mystification.
"Oh honestly Ron use your eyes…can't you see that Hermione's got her knickers in a knot over all the attention Serena's paying Harry".
Lavender and Pavrati nodded sagely at Ginny's words while Ron, Dean, Seamus and Neville exchanged perplexed glances and uttered a collective "What". Shaking their heads at the rather slow acuity of their male cohorts the Gryffindor females set about enlightening the boys on the nature of the situation playing out before them. Lavender began.
"With whom does Hermione spend most of her time"?
Dean replied.
"Harry and Ron…well mostly Harry now that they are Head Boy and Head Girl".
Pavrati inquired.
"And who is the one person she'd drop whatever she was doing to help"?
Neville answered.
"Harry".
Ginny asked.
"And who is the person she worries over the most"?
Ron quickly supplied the answer.
"Harry of course".
Lavender queried.
"And what is the quickest way to tick Hermione off"?
Seamus quipped.
"Having a go at Harry. Remember last year during the Potions final when she hit Pansy Parkinson with that tripping hex and made her dunk her face in that Petrification Solution all on account of her calling Harry a bloody sodding wanker".
Pavrati nodded agreeably.
"A girl only does something that drastic when she fancies a bloke".
Lavender piped back up and said.
"And unless I'm way wide of the mark…and I'm usually not on these things mind you…I'd say Harry fancies Hermione as well".
Ron shook his head.
"Now I know you're nutters…Hermione does not fancy Harry like you lot think…and I know for a fact that Harry definitely does not have the slightest interest in Hermione in that way".
Ginny snorted and replied.
"Oh really…Harry has no interest in Hermione whatsoever…"
Ginny paused and Ron nodded his head affirmatively before she picked up her thread of speech again and said.
"If Harry doesn't fancy Hermione then why does he hold her hand and interlace their fingers when they walk through the hallways on patrols…and why does he insist on whispering in her ear when he needs to have a word with her? Oh and do enlighten me as to Harry's sudden fascination with caressing the small of her back and rubbing her neck when they're studying? And for the love of Merlin would you be so kind as to explain to me why he threatens every boy who comes within a foot of her"?
Ron never got the chance to answer Ginny's questions as Pavrati let out a squeal of delight and said.
"Oooooh look"!
Ron, Seamus, Dean, Neville, Lavender and Ginny turned back to stare in the direction Pavrati was pointing in to see what she was on about. They looked up in time to see Hermione halfway across the pitch being intercepted by Parker Wesley.
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Hermione gritted her teeth as Parker Wesley materialized in front of her wearing that arrogant grin of his that she so loathed. It boggled her mind how he managed to turn up at the most inopportune moments. Heaving an annoyed breath Hermione squared her shoulders and mentally prepared herself to deal with whatever it was that Parker wanted. She looked up into his aristocratically handsome face and waited for him to speak. Parker merely stood there his eyes greedily drinking in the sight of Hermione's softly curved body; the cropped midriff bearing top coupled with the form-fitting jeans she was wearing accentuated her womanly attributes quite nicely. Parker's smile grew as he imagined the areas concealed by her clothing. Hermione frowned as she caught the look covering Parker's features. While she had no idea what sickening thoughts were running through his perverted mind she suspected she would be quite justified in slapping him for having them. Infuriated, Hermione ground her teeth together and articulated.
"If you're done leering at me I'd appreciate your standing aside as you're blocking my way".
Parker lazily ran his fingers through his immaculate hair and replied.
"Well I actually just wanted to say hello but you're looking so bloody cracking I lost myself".
Hermione rolled her eyes .
"Well now that you've recovered and said your bit you'll have to excuse me as I have to…"
Parker hastily interrupted.
"Hang on now…every time I see you you're hurrying off to study or go on patrols or some other such thing. Surely if you're working that hard through the week you need to spare time to yourself on the weekends. It's a lovely day, what's say you and I take a stroll around the grounds…hmmm…get to know each other a bit better".
Hermione replied coolly.
"I would rather mug down with the giant squid".
Parker was completely unaffected by Hermione's response. In fact he smiled again and took a step closer to Hermione and spoke in a low voice.
"Oh you do love the chase don't you…as you wish then my dear…"
Parker paused and wet his lips with his tongue, Hermione stared up at him in utter bewilderment as she attempted to sort out what the devil he'd meant by that last statement. Parker began speaking again and as he did he reached out his hand as if to trace his long elegant fingers up Hermione's bare arm. However at that precise moment on the other side of the pitch Harry, who was still trying to extricate himself from Serena's grasp, turned around and glanced over his shoulder. His gaze focused on the center of the pitch where Hermione was on the verge of being pawed by that pompous git Parker Wesley. In less than the time it took to blink an eye Harry had gripped the handle of his Firebolt and was pelting across the pitch towards the spot where Hermione stood leaving Serena standing in the stands a horrifically stunned expression on her face. Harry halted the Firebolt and nimbly hopped to the ground right next to Hermione. Harry pretended not to notice Parker's presence as he stepped between Parker's outstretched hand and Hermione and said.
"I was wondering where you got off too…about ready for that go around the grounds"?
Harry nodded towards his Firebolt. Hermione threw him a grateful smile as she inclined her head. Harry returned the gesture as he took her hand in his and guided her footsteps in the direction of his waiting Firebolt. Parker cleared his throat and called out.
"Ahh…Harry Potter…I don't believe we've had the pleasure…Parker Benton Wesley".
Parker extended his hand to Harry. Harry released Hermione's hand and turned to face Parker. Slowly and quietly he retraced his steps and came to stand directly in front of Parker. The five-inch disparity in their heights, Harry's impressively broad shoulders and the angry scowl marring Harry's usually genial countenance caused Parker to take a few awkward steps backward. Harry's voice was menacingly low when he spoke.
"Unless you want to find yourself in Madame Pomfrey's care I suggest you leave Hermione alone".
That said Harry strode back to Hermione caught her about the waist, vaulted onto his broomstick and disappeared into the clear azure blue sky before Parker had a chance to articulate a single sound in reply. Across the pitch Pavrati and Lavender burst into excited giggles as Ginny turned to her brother and exclaimed.
"Now then Ron, what was that you were saying earlier about Harry and Hermione not fancying one another"?
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It had been two weeks since Harry had threatened Parker Wesley out on the pitch and in the ensuing days Ron had paid close attention to his two best friends and how they interacted with each other and he had come to realize that the girls had been right. Harry and Hermione did fancy each other. Ron was stunned that he had never noticed their behavior for what it was before now. All the giggling and touching and whispered conversations…how could he have missed the true meaning behind those actions? Then there were the longing looks they bestowed upon each other when they thought no one else was watching. Ron honestly had no idea how he could have been silly enough not to realize what was happening under his very nose. But what was more troubling than his own cluelessness as to the obvious attraction his two best friends harbored for each other was their cluelessness to their mutual attraction to one another. Here they were shooting each other love-struck glances every chance they got but doing absolutely nothing about it. What the bloody hell was keeping them from admitting how they felt? Ron peeked up from his Transfiguration essay to see Harry drumming his fingers on the table as he pondered what to write next; Hermione reached out and stilled his hand by covering it with her own. Instinctively Harry intertwined their fingers as he slid his half written essay across the table for Hermione's perusal. They stayed that way; holding hands, long after Hermione had returned Harry's scroll of parchment, in fact they remained that way until Hermione began gathering up her things to go to her Arithmancy class. Ron shook his head and thought to himself "And they say I'm the bloody thick one" as he returned his gaze to his own homework. Hermione swung her schoolbag onto her shoulder and said.
"I'm off to Arithmancy. I'll see you two at dinner. Oh and I'd start on those Potions essays if I were you".
Both Ron and Harry nodded as Hermione pushed her chair up to the table and strode out of the portrait hole. Ron watched Harry's expression soften as he watched Hermione's retreating figure. Seeing the longing look in his friend's eyes Ron blurted out what he was thinking.
"You like her don't you"?
Harry shook his head as if to clear it and muttered.
"What"?
Ron repeated his question.
"I asked if you liked Hermione".
Harry stared at Ron wholly confused.
"Of course I like Hermione…we've only been friends since we were eleven years old…"
Ron shook his head and cut in quickly.
"No I mean do you like her…like her"?
Ron ogled Harry intently as the impact of what he'd just been asked washed over Harry. Harry raised an eyebrow as he answered.
"Ron are you asking if I'm interested in Hermione as something more than a friend"?
Ron nodded.
"Yes".
Harry ran a hand through his messy hair and asked
"What would make you think something like that"?
Ron retorted.
"Well I've been looking at the two of you together…and…well…you act more like a couple than a couple of friends. I mean just now…we're sitting here working on our essays and you two are holding hands while she corrects your work…sure she corrects my essays too but she's never held my hand".
Harry laughed quietly and inquired.
"Would you like for her to hold your hand while she checks your essays Ron? I could put in a good word for you".
Ron made an appalled face and hastily exclaimed.
"NO"!
Several heads turned to see what the commotion was about. Ron's cheeks turned a bit pink as he lowered his head. Harry chuckled again and said.
"Ron you're reading too much into this. Hermione and I are just friends that's all. We're just really close…what you see and think is me fancying Hermione is just how we are with each other. She and I hold hands and you and she row like mad. Its just how we interact…she understands without judging so I reckon I'm a touch more comfortable with her than I am with most other people. The three of us have been through so much together…its just easier for me to be Harry with you two…that's all there is to it".
Ron nodded a vague unreadable expression on his face…but as he often wore such looks Harry paid him no mind. Satisfied that Ron's question had been duly answered Harry suggested they get in a bit of flying before dinner. Ron readily agreed and the two packed their things and hurried upstairs to grab their brooms and headed to the pitch.
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Hermione was sitting in one of the study rooms adjoining the library with Ginny, Lavender, Pavrati, Neville, Dean, Seamus, Ron and Harry. All nine were working on Potions essays for Snape. The boys had excused themselves from the table and gone to the shelves to procure more books to rummage through for assistance. Snape's Advanced and Newt level Potions classes were brutal to say the least add to that his hatred of any student who happened to be housed in Gryffindor and the need to go the extra mile meant the difference between an Acceptable and a Dreadful mark on one's assignment. Hermione was frowning as her attempt to cross-reference the various uses of sneezewort in One Million Uses for One Million Plants was turning up nothing. She raised a hand and massaged her neck as she expelled a frustrated sigh. Ginny looked up and was about to ask what was wrong when Harry appeared behind Hermione's chair. He gingerly replaced Hermione's hand with his own and dropped another book on top of the one Hermione had been reading through. Its title read: Everything You Always Wanted To Know About Nettles, Lovage and Sneezewort. Harry whispered.
"Thought you might be able to use that".
Hermione smiled brightly as she leaned her head back and looked up at Harry, who returned her smile with one of his own before tilting her head back up and massaging her neck with his nimble fingers. Hermione closed her eyes and moaned appreciatively as he found the offending spot and after several minutes of intense massaging did away with it. Hermione squeezed his hand in silent thanks when he'd sorted her out and Harry dropped a kiss on the top of her head before he disappeared among the shelves once again. Opening her eyes to began searching through the book Harry had found Hermione felt three pairs of eyes on her and looking up asked.
"What…is there ink on my nose"?
Her three companions shook their heads negatively. Ginny was the one to speak.
"You two look rather cozy".
Hermione frowned as Lavender and Pavrati chimed in and asked.
"Very cozy indeed".
"Anything you want to tell us"?
Comprehension blazed across Hermione's face as she realized they were referring to her exchange with Harry. Shocked she asked.
"You think that there is something going on between Harry and I"?
Pavrati and Lavender nodded eagerly. Hermione turned to Ginny who raised an eyebrow and responded.
"Well…you two are rather close and well…you look quite cute together…"
Hermione cut off Ginny's words with a loud "tut" and replied.
"Honestly you three have gone round the twist. Harry and I are nothing more than friends. How you could possibly think there is more to our relationship is beyond me"?
Pavrati jumped in.
"How could we think there is more to your relationship than just friendship…how could we not"!?
Hermione's eyes widened as Pavrati continued.
"The way you two are with each other is enough to make anybody think you're shagging…for Merlin's sake Hermione when he was rubbing your neck just now I thought we were going to have to leave the bloody room"!
Hermione flushed and stuttered in an embarrassed tone.
"Well…well…we…we're just close is all".
Lavender snickered and Hermione's voice regained its certainty as she ignored their skeptical glances and went on.
"There is absolutely nothing untoward about Harry's and my relationship. You lot are just looking at it all wrong! Our closeness seems strange to you because you think people only get that close when they have romantic feelings towards one another and that simply is not true…you can develop the same type of closeness with someone when you've known them a long time and shared a great deal with them. And considering that Harry and I have known each other for a fair amount of our lives and have been through quite a lot in that time it stands to reason we'd be unusually close. Honestly I'm shocked that the three of you could even think such a thing"!
Ginny was about to voice her thoughts on the matter when she caught sight of Parker Wesley coming to a halt just behind Hermione's chair. Hermione looked at Ginny and noticing the startled expression on her face turned and saw Parker as well. Parker spoke.
"Hello Hermione, might I have a word with you in private"?
Hermione was more than a bit surprised to see Parker; he hadn't approached her since Harry had spoken with him that day on the Quidditch pitch. Reluctantly she replied.
"Whatever it is you want to say to me you can say in front of my friends".
Parker nodded.
"Very well then…I was wondering if you'd given anymore thought to my tutoring request"?
Hermione's brows knitted together in consideration as she searched her memory to bring to mind what tutoring request Parker could possibly be referring to. Suddenly Hermione's face glowed scarlet as she recalled Parker's veiled suggestion from several weeks before that they sneak off to the Astronomy tower to do Merlin knew what. She turned to face Parker who was leering at her suggestively and was about to call him every awful name her vocabulary could muster when Parker unexpectedly was lifted off his feet and slammed into the wall. His feet dangled helplessly and his arms flailed wildly as he struggled to free himself of the invisible force pinning him to the wall. Hermione whirled around and saw Harry emerging from the stacks flanked by Ron and the others, murderously glaring at Parker's struggling form and said.
"Harry let him go"!
Harry replied hotly.
"I told him to stay away from you"!
"I know that Harry but you could really hurt him"!
"I plan on hurting him"!
"Harry please"!!
Hearing the pleading note in Hermione's voice Harry snapped his fingers, effectively packing away all of Hermione's, and his things. He then strode over to the wall Parker was pent to and released him from the spell that had been holding him. Parker slid down the wall and came to rest in a heap on the floor at Harry's feet. Harry glared at him and ground out in a furious whisper.
"Look at her like that again and I'll bloody kill you"!
In a swish of robes Harry turned grabbed Hermione by the hand, snatched up their belongings and stormed out of the study room leaving Ron and the others staring wide-eyed at their diminishing backs.
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Harry's angry little display of wandless magic in the library earlier that evening had prompted Ron to call a strategy meeting of sorts with Ginny and his fellow seventh year housemates to discuss what should be done about what Ron now termed as Harry and Hermione's thickness.
"If we don't do something soon Harry's liable to land himself in Azkaban for murdering that Wesley bloke".
Seamus mused.
Dean agreed.
"I don't think I've ever seen Harry that mad before. Did you know he could control his wandless magic like that"?
Dean directed his query at Ron who shrugged in reply.
"He's been training a lot since You-Know-Who came back. I reckon there is a whole load of stuff Harry can do magically that he's kept to himself".
The group grew quiet as they thought of the task facing Harry in the not so distant future. Shaking his head to rid it of thoughts of his best friend doing battle with Voldemort Ron said.
"There has to be something we can do to get those two together. I mean it's obvious to everyone how they feel about each other…they just need to admit it"!
Neville inquired.
"And how are we supposed to get them to admit it exactly"?
Dean jokingly quipped.
"We could hex them".
Seamus laughed loudly and said.
"Never work…Harry's way too quick to get caught with some hex and Hermione's so smart she'd just perform some spell to counter it. What we need is some sort of love potion…get them all arse over tit about each other so they'll go off and shag themselves senseless"!
Lavender smiled.
"Why Seamus…that's an excellent idea"!!
Seamus looked around a stunned expression on his face that mirrored the rest of the faces in the room with the exception of Ginny, Pavrati and Lavender who all seemed quite keen on the idea. Ron shook his head.
"Hang on…you can't really be considering that…I mean a love potion…that's ridiculous"!
Lavender replied.
"It is not ridiculous…its brilliant. Don't you see…if we leave them on their own they'll be star-crossed lovers forever because neither one of them is willing to admit how they really feel about the other. And as Seamus pointed out any spell we could think to try Harry can dodge and Hermione can counter…so that leaves us with only one option and that option is a love potion".
Ron scratched his head.
"Okay you're right that we'd never be able to hit either of them with any sort of spell…but a love potion…isn't there something else…anything else…that might work"?
Pavrati heaved an exasperated breath and said.
"Oh and what else can we do…lock them in a broom closet until they snog each other senseless or hit them over their heads and tie them to a chair until they admit they fancy each other".
Ron scrunched up his face and considered the possible effectiveness of both those plans. Realizing he was actually considering them Pavrati lobbed one of the pillows from the couch at him.
"Stop being a git Ron and be reasonable…we need something to push them to each other and confess how they feel and the only way to do that is by altering their usual state of mind just a bit".
Dean and Neville nodded their heads as if they were beginning to see the merit of the idea. Seamus muttered something about the girls having a point. Ron sighed and made one last attempt at dissuading the whole love potion idea.
"And where are we to find a recipe and the ingredients to brew an illegal love potion? Not to mention the means to brew it...I mean what if something goes wrong or worse we get caught what then"?
Sensing victory Lavender smiled and said.
"Don't worry about a thing Ron we'll handle all the details…won't we ladies".
Ginny nodded and added in.
"We'll find the potion and get all of the ingredients. And we can brew it in Lavender and Pavrati's room…now that Hermione is head girl there's just the two of them so there's loads of space".
Pavrati chimed in.
"It'll be simple…we'll brew the potion and slip in into their morning pumpkin juice and they'll be together by dinner time"!
Lavender smiled enthuastically and concluded.
"See Ron no need to worry everything will be just fine".
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