Chapter 1: Nice? Draco Malfoy?

“Red, Longbottom, not green,” Professor Snape said, shaking his head. “I clearly stated that you put in the unicorn hairs before you heat the cauldron again. Get your Potion right, Longbottom, or it’ll be points from Gryffindor. Granger, if I see you whispering instructions in his ear it will be ten points.”

Draco Malfoy smirked. It was his trademark smirk. It always pleased him to see Longbottom quail under Professor Snape.

Draco turned his attention to his Disappearing Potion. He had put out the fire a few minutes before and was now waiting for it to cool down. If he had done the Potion right whoever drank it would disappear for a few minutes. Professor Snape would know at a glance if it was right and if it was, Draco would probably earn a few points for Slytherin.

Professor Snape stopped at Harry Potter’s cauldron. His lip curled. Almost everyone knew that Snape loathed Harry and was always finding ways to get points off him. Harry was just putting in his unicorn hairs. Snape took five points from Gryffindor for being “too slow” and Draco’s trademark sneer appeared on his face. Draco and Harry were arch-enemies; they had been since they had met on the train to Hogwarts, six years before.

Presently Professor Snape stopped by Draco’s cauldron. “Very good,” he said. The potion was a fiery red. “Ten points to Slytherin, Malfoy.”

Draco gave a self-satisfied smirk. He was Professor Snape’s favourite student. It was well-known that Snape favoured his own house, Slytherin, over the others and he also seemed to have taken a great liking towards Draco Malfoy.

When the bell rang ten minutes later Draco kept all his things and walked to the Great Hall for dinner. His cronies, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle were on either side of him.

Draco seated himself at the Slytherin table. Crabbe was on his left, Goyle on his right. Adrian Baddock, a Chaser on the Slytherin Quidditch team was seated opposite Draco. Terence Higgs was on Adrian’s right. Terence was the reserve Seeker on the team. Draco himself was Slytherin Seeker and Quidditch captain.

They had Shepherd’s Pie for dinner. It was, Draco thought, very good. He noticed Terence looking a bit fidgety.

“What’s with you?” he asked.

“He’s trying to work up the nerve to ask a girl to take a walk with him on the grounds,” Adrian answered for him. Adrian gave Terence a sideways glance. “He won’t tell us who.”

Draco raised an eyebrow in interest. “Really? Come on, Terence, tell us, who?”

Terence just shook his head and refused to tell them. Draco took some of his pumpkin juice and almost choked.

“What is this?” He set the glass on the table.

“Pumpkin juice?” Goyle asked.

“No, it’s---different.” Draco felt a burning sensation in his throat. Then he started to feel sick.

“Mine tastes just the same.” Adrian said, looking at Draco closely. “You look a bit sick.”

“I’m going to be sick,” Draco moaned. He got up from the table and stumbled to the boys’ lavatory. There was someone there, leaning against one of the sinks. Draco took no heed of him and threw up at the nearest sink. It amazed him how he had managed not to throw up on the way to the lavatory.

Draco straightened up. Then he noticed who the boy was. It was Harry Potter. He looked pale. He had probably been throwing up as well, Draco thought. It never occurred to Draco that Harry and him seemed to be the only students who had been sick after drinking their pumpkin juice.

“Pumpkin juice not sitting well with you, either?” Harry asked, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. Disgusting, thought Draco.

Draco ignored Harry. “Stupid house-elves. What did they put in the drink? When Father hears about this. . .” Draco exited the lavatory, muttering darkly. He made his way down to the dungeons and into the Slytherin common room. He found he had a headache, so he went to bed early.

The next morning he woke up, all traces of a headache gone. When he went to the Slytherin common room he found Crabbe and Goyle already there, waiting for him. Draco nodded to them and they followed him out of the common room and into the Great Hall.

Draco had turned to tell Crabbe something when someone bumped into him. It was that Gryffindor Mudblood with the camera. His name was Cole or something. He worshipped the ground Harry Potter stood on and Draco found him extremely annoying.

“Sorry! I’m so sorry!” Cole said, his eyes wide with fear.

“It’s alright,” Draco said automatically, and then he stopped dead in his tracks. “I mean. . .” What did you say that for? You were supposed to say, watch it, Creevey, or watch it, you filthy Mudblood, not it’s alright! Are you a Slytherin or not? Are you a Malfoy? “Watch it, Mudblood.” It lacked malice, Draco thought. It lacked Malfoy-ism. Fortunately Creevey had taken one look at him in terror and fled away. Well, it was Creevey. If it had been Granger she’d probably have laughed at him.

Draco scowled at himself and sat down on the Slytherin table. He spotted the Dream Team, Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger entering the Great Hall. Harry looked sulky. They were going to pass him, he saw, and he already had a string of insults ready.

“I’ve forgotten to bring a quill. Harry, can I borrow one of yours?” Ron asked.

Draco opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Harry scowled. “No. I don’t exist to give you things you’re too forgetful to bring yourself.”

What’s the matter with you? Draco’s mind screamed at him. Say something! Insult them! Be a Malfoy!

Harry’s face turned into a surprised one. Nevertheless, he continued, “You’re just plain lazy. Go back to the common room and get your quill, it’s not like you don’t have legs.”

Say something! Do it now!

Ron looked shaken. “Um, okay, Harry. Hermione, can I---?”

“Yeah, sure, Ron. I’ve got an extra quill.” She looked at Harry with an odd look on her face.

Dammit, Draco, you’re too late! They’ve gone!

Draco turned back to his cereal. Wait a minute. Did he just hear Harry Potter snapping at his best friend? Saint Potter, who would never do anything intentional to upset his friends, snapping at them for---as far as Draco could see, anyway---no reason? Maybe he wasn’t such a Saint after all.

After breakfast Draco went to the Transfiguration classroom, where they made complicated notes on transfiguring oneself into an animal. After that everyone had to turn his or her partner into an animal. By the end of the lesson no one had made any progress except Draco. Crabbe’s head was half human, half bear. Professor McGonagall restored Crabbe’s head with a wave of her wand. She seemed quite pleased with Draco. At the end of the lesson Professor McGonagall held them back, giving them heaps of homework.

When Draco exited the class he found the sixth year Gryffindors waiting outside. Harry, Ron and Hermione seemed to be fighting.

Draco swaggered over to them, which was not far as they were fourth in line. “Oh, are the Dream Team having problems?” he drawled. “Or is your little Love Triangle popping up again? I must say, Potter, I’d have thought you would have had batter taste---”

Draco did not get any further. Harry Potter did something Draco would never have expected him to do; Harry punched him. In the nose.

Draco staggered back, clutching his nose and howling in pain. Crabbe and Goyle cracked their knuckles menacingly.

“You’ve broken my nose!” Draco cried. It hurt. A lot. It was also bleeding.

“What’s going on?” Professor McGonagall asked. “Mr. Malfoy, what happened to your nose?”

“Potter broke my nose, Professor,” Draco whimpered, seizing a chance to get Harry into trouble. Draco brought his hand away from his nose, revealing his bloody nose and hand.

“Crabbe, Goyle, get Mr. Malfoy into the hospital wing,” Professor McGonagall said. “Potter, that will be twenty points from Gryffindor and detention. There is no excuse for hitting like that.”

Ron and Hermione were too much in shock to argue.

Madam Pomfrey fixed Draco up. However he still had a white plaster on his nose which made him look ridiculous. Draco missed all his lessons that day. When he finally emerged from the hospital wing it was dinnertime.

Pansy Parkinson, with whom Draco was on-and-off dating, caught up with him as he walked to the Great Hall.

“How are you?” she asked, noting the plaster on his nose. “Does it hurt much?”

Normally Draco would have exaggerated his injury for more sympathy but his response surprised him. “No. I look ridiculous with this thing, though.”

“Oh, I think you look cute,” Pansy said fondly.

Draco rolled his eyes at that. Cute? Pansy was weird. She wasn’t very intellectual. Either. Zabini Blaise was a bit too intellectual for him; besides, she was dead boring. Millicent Bulstrode was, well, Millicent. Goyle was interested in her, anyway. As for the rest of the girls, well, most of them were pretty enough, but they were Pansy’s followers. They did everything she did.

Draco seated himself at the Slytherin table. He was sitting with the Prefects as he had been made one a year ago. Crabbe and Goyle unsurprisingly were not Prefects. It still amazed Draco that both of them had managed to get into 6th year. Both of them had not even one O.W.L. (Ordinary Wizarding Level). As for Draco? He had twelve O.W.L.s, the most you could get---or so he thought. Hermione Granger had managed to get 13 O.W.L.s. Harry and Ron both had 10. Well, if he hadn’t beaten Granger, at least he was better than Potter and Weasley. His father and mother had been delighted when he told them he had 12 O.W.L.s until they had found out Granger had 13. Honestly, there was no pleasing them.

“Are you feeling---what happened to your nose?” Adrian---who, incidentally, was also Head Boy---asked.

“Potter punched me,” Draco replied sourly, scowling.

“Not a Saint anymore, eh, Draco?” Crabbe sniggered.

“Shut up,” Draco snapped. To Adrian he said, “it wasn’t what I’d normally expect Potter to do. Especially in front of a teacher.” He shrugged. “At least Potter got twenty points off Gryffindor, and detention.”

What happened next happened so fast Draco didn’t even have time to blink. There was a crash and suddenly Draco was covered head to toe in treacle pudding. Someone gasped; probably Pansy. It occurred to Draco that the crash had come from the top of his head because it was throbbing. His next thought who, and then why. The problem was, his mouth didn’t seem to be working.

“Harry Potter,” came the cold voice of Professor Snape. “Tut tut. What have you done?”

“Explain yourself,” Professor McGonagall said.

“I, um, I mean, er,” Harry stammered.

“I think it’s quite obvious,” Draco said in a shaken voice, finding it at last. “He dropped pudding on me.”

“I don’t know why…” Harry trailed off.

“Harry and Draco, er, despise each other, Professors,” Adrian said.

That’s an understatement, Draco thought. “Potter dropped the plate on me too.”

“Ouch,” Terence Higgs commented. “So that explains the crash and the broken glass.” He had probably just arrived for dinner. “And Draco covered in pudding,” he grinned.

“I’m sticky, my head hurts, my nose hurts and I’m going to go hungry,” Draco declared, getting up. “I hope you’re happy, Potter.”

“So do I,” Professor McGonagall said. That’s another twenty points you’ve lost for Gryffindor.”

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Chapter 2 - She's A Mudblood!

It had been a week since Harry had broken Draco’s nose; an agonizing, torturous week in Draco’s opinion. Why? The broken nose had seemed to mark the beginning of Draco being nice. Nice! Draco did not want to be nice. He was mean. Yet, without knowing why, without knowing how, without even wanting to, he was nice. He was polite to Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws and Gryffindors and he did not bully them. It was torture. He wanted to make them miserable, but his mouth and body did not want to obey. He would ask his body to do something and it would promptly do the opposite.

Another baffling point was Harry Potter. He had suddenly turned mean, very mean. He bullied people, used them, was rude, and, well, hardly a saint. Harry also didn’t seem to realize how to choose the right time to create havoc, which always led to points taken off Gryffindor. All this would have suited Draco just fine if Harry hadn’t started to humiliate him. He had missed meals twice, been to the hospital wing once and the worst, to him, was being slapped in front of Gryffindors and Slytherins. He didn’t know why Harry had slapped him. Draco hadn’t been insulting Harry, he had only been walking past.

Draco allowed himself a half-smile as he pulled open the door to Arithmancy class. At least here Potter could not touch him; he was high up in Professor Trelawny’s Divination class. Draco had not bothered to take Divination. He much preferred Arithmancy, which was one of his favourite subjects. Potions was another of his favourite classes.

Draco seated himself in the front row. It was only after he had sat down that he realized Hermione Granger was beside him on another desk. However he could not get up and change his place as Professor Vector came in at that moment. Hermione was alone. She was the only Gryffindor sixth year taking Arithmancy. This year, as opposed to the last, all the houses were taking Arithmancy together. Ravenclaw made up the majority of the class, with Hufflepuffs and Slytherins each with five students taking the subject. As for Divination, the class was split into two, with the Gryffindors and Slytherins taking Divination together. Millicent Bulstrode had told Draco that Professor Trelawny kept predicting Harry’s death, something Draco found hilarious.

Half an hour later, the class was busy doing some questions set by Professor Vector. It was complicated and Draco was a little bit confused, but he had managed to get through half of it. Beside him he could hear Goyle counting from 1 to 10.

“Oh!” Draco heard a voice on his left exclaim. It was Hermione. She had dropped her quill.

Without thinking, Draco bent down and picked up her quill. It was pretty, he thought. Not expensive, but pretty. He passed the quill back to her and as their fingers touched he felt a jolt of electricity.

Hermione looked at him, too surprised to say “thank you”.

And suddenly Draco realized that he had passed a quill to Hermione. A Mudblood. No, he corrected himself, not a Mudblood, there’s nothing wrong with being Muggle-born---wait a minute. Did he just say---no, thought---that there was nothing wrong with being Muggle-born? Muggle-borns were scum, they were---even as he told himself this a voice in his head was telling him that he had never even known a Muggle-born properly before and he couldn’t judge them.

With these conflicting thoughts in his head Draco turned back to his work, but now he could not concentrate. He was also uncomfortably aware that a pink tinge had appeared in his cheeks and that Hermione was now staring at him.

Hermione, who soon realized what she was doing, looked quickly down to her Arithmancy work. There was an ugly black inkblot on her roll of parchment. Hermione reached for her wand to get rid of the ink stain. As she did so she accidentally tore the parchment.

“Oh, bother,” she muttered, looking at the big tear.

“What’s that?” Draco said jerkily as his head shot up from his desk.

“My parchment’s torn,” Hermione said. She knew that she could Spellotape it but to her at least, it would not be neat.

“Oh.” Draco was silent for a moment. “You could Spellotape it.” His voice was without malice, startling even Draco.

Hermione stared at him for a moment. “I suppose I could,” she said slowly. “It’s just that it will look ugly, if you know what I mean.” Hermione was sure Draco didn’t, but his response surprised her. It surprised himself, as well.

Draco’s face broke into a smile. “Yeah, I do. It’s not nice. I like a clean piece of parchment.” He took out a fresh roll of parchment. “Here. Take this.” He put the roll on Hermione’s desk.

“Thank---thank you,” Hermione said, startled and surprised. First Draco had picked up her quill, then he had actually talked to her in a civilized way and after that he had given her his last piece of parchment. Very un-Malfoy-ish, she thought.

Draco was thinking the exact same thing. What are you doing? he screamed at himself. You’re not supposed to associate yourself with Mudbloods! Remember Father’s always said Mudbloods are vile, they’re beneath us, they’re not even supposed to be in Hogwarts---that’s what Father said, haven’t you got your own opinions? another voice yelled at him. Admit it, Draco, you enjoyed that little conversation---if you can call it a conversation. She’s a Mudblood! The first voice yelled. Scum! Plus she beat you in every exam! A filthy Mudblood beat you! What do you say to that? She deserved it, Draco thought. She worked hard. Oh, great, I can’t believe I’m thinking this…

Okay, Draco, think. So she’s Muggle-born. She seems quite nice. She was also, he realized with a jolt, rather pretty. He had never noticed it before. He had always been to busy insulting her, which wasn’t fair, he realized now. He had never gotten to know her. He had just slammed her because she was Muggle-born. Besides, she could hardly be labelled as incompetent. She was one of the best witches Draco had ever met.

Maybe Muggle-borns aren’t that bad, if you look at it that way, Draco mused. But that Creevey really was a disgrace to wizards. Five years and he was still following Harry Potter around like a sick puppy dog. It was disgusting. Draco wouldn’t have liked it even if Creevey had started following him around, and that was saying something.

The bell rang and Draco exited the class with Crabbe and Goyle on either side of him. They had not mentioned anything about Draco being nice to Hermione. They were probably too thick to realize what had happened. Really, Draco thought, shaking his head. He needed to get rid of the two oafs, all they did was snigger at things Draco said. You couldn’t have an intelligent conversation with them. They had been fine for the first few years at Hogwarts. They protected Draco and made him feel important. Now, however, Draco was longing for more intelligent social interaction.

Draco spotted Andy Brigand and increased his pace. Andy was a new student. Hogwarts did not have very many new students who were not in first year. Andy’s parents had moved from America to England, and Andy had arrived at Hogwarts only three days ago. He was a Slytherin. Draco liked Andy a lot. A week ago, however, Draco would have thought him a disgrace to Slytherin. Andy did not see what was wrong with Muggle-borns and didn’t mind making friends with them. He was also fascinated by Muggle life and therefore had taken Muggle Studies. Draco hadn’t bothered. The only reason he would take Muggle Studies was so that he could make sure he didn’t look anywhere near a Muggle.

“How was Divination?” Draco asked.

Andy groaned. “Boring and silly. The Professor’s really kinky. And she keeps predicting Harry Potter’s death. We did something on appearances today. Professor Trelawny found a non-existing mole on Harry, which supposedly means he has a short life. I’ve also got tons of homework. How about you?”

“Oh, Professor Vector hardly gave us any and I finished mine in class, anyway. Well, almost finished,” Draco corrected himself. He probably would have finished it if Hermione had not dropped her quill, he thought rather sourly---until he realized that he had actually enjoyed the exchange.

“Speaking of Harry, what’s he doing to that round-faced boy?” Andy asked, stopping in his tracks to watch.

“That’s Neville Longbottom,” Draco said. Whatever insults he had in mind, they were erased immediately at the scene that was greeting him. It was so unlike Harry Potter that he was speechless with shock.

Harry had Neville up by the scruff of his neck. He was actually snarling at Neville, something Draco never dreamed he would see Harry do. He seemed to be demanding something. Neville was cowering. Ron and Hermione seemed to be in shock.

Involuntarily Draco moved towards the pair. As he came closer he heard what Harry was saying---or rather, snarling. It seemed Harry had asked Neville to do something and Neville had refused.

Neville’s eyes were wide open with shock. His mouth was moving wordlessly as Harry’s wrath poured over him. With a jolt, Draco saw the tip of Harry’s wand poised over Neville’s stomach. Harry wanted to do something, Draco knew. Hex Neville or something. It made him sick to the stomach. Sure, Draco liked bullying people, especially Neville, but he would never have done something like this. So Neville refused. That didn’t give you the ticket to terrorize him. The guy was going to faint any second soon, Draco saw.

Without thinking, only knowing that he could not let Harry do it, Draco whipped out his wand, pointed it at Harry and cried, “Expelliarmus !”

Harry was slammed against the wall, knocking his glasses askew. Harry’s wand flew into Draco’s hand and Draco tossed it to Andy, who fingered it carefully. Neville sank down onto the floor, shivering. Ron recovered enough to say “Harry!” before falling silent again.

“What’s going on?” Professor Flitwick squeaked, appearing from his classroom. “No magic in the hallways.”

“Harry was bullying Neville, sir,” Andy spoke up quickly. “I think he was going to hex Neville or something. Draco disarmed Harry with the best of interests. He, um, didn’t want Neville hurt.” Andy knew this was a lie. He knew Draco usually bullied people, something Andy himself did from time to time, but he had to admit Harry had gone a bit far.

“I think Longbottom has to see Madam Pomfrey,” Draco said, with half a glance at Professor Flitwick.

“I’ll take you, Neville,” Hermione immediately said, snapping out of her state.

“Yeah, me too,” Ron said.

Hermione and Ron led Neville to the hospital wing. When they had turned the corner Professor Flitwick turned to Harry.

“Now, Mr. Potter,” he said severely. “Bullying is very serious and I cannot tolerate that. Thirty points from Gryffindor and detention.”

* * *


Draco entered the library that same evening, his mind whirling with the events of the day and, to a lesser extent, the week. First of all, Draco had done something nice to both Hermione and Neville. Secondly, Harry was so mean to both enemies and friends, even his best friends. Even a week ago Draco would not have done something like what Harry had done to Neville. Even a week ago…Draco repeated the phrase.

“It’s odd,” he said aloud to Andy. “Isn’t it, that both Harry Potter and me seemed to have changed our personality at the same time? I’ve been nice since last week and Harry’s been mean since then as well.”

“Definitely weird,” Andy agreed. “Maybe someone put a spell on you or something.”

“No, it can’t be,” Draco mused, taking a seat. “I would’ve known. Besides, I don’t think you can do that. Put a spell on somebody and change his personality.”

“Do you remember anything odd about last week?” Andy asked.

“No…” Draco thought back to the week before. Besides suddenly being nice Draco could not remember anything odd. Oh, wait, he could. “My pumpkin juice. It tasted horrible! Like a burning sensation down your throat. I got sick after that.”

“That could be it!” Andy said excitedly, forgetting to keep his voice down. Madam Pince, the school librarian, gave him a reproving glare and he lowered his voice. “Someone must have slipped a Potion down your drink.”

Draco was doubtful. “I don’t know…” He recalled seeing Harry in the toilet as well, and told Andy so. “He asked me if the pumpkin juice wasn’t sitting well with me, too. That could be it.”

“It has to be, it fits! Both of you got it. The next day you change personalities. It was the next day, right?”

Draco nodded. “Can you do that? Change someone’s personality with a potion?”

“Yeah, I read it in a book once. I don’t get why you would want to do that, though.”

Draco shrugged. “Probably someone’s idea of a sick joke.” A thought occurred to Draco that almost paralyzed him. “It can be reversed, can’t it? I don’t want to stay nice forever!”

“I don’t know. I guess so. We could look in one of the books here,” Andy waved a hand carelessly over the library. “I think it will be in the Restricted Section, though.”

“Okay, we’ve narrowed it down, but there are still hundred of books in the Restricted Section.”

“I think I remember the name of the book, but it was only mentioned in passing, though. I can’t really remember.” Andy got up. “You never know, they might have an in-depth explanation on the potion. I didn’t really pay attention when I read it. We might as well start looking now. Where did you say Crabbe and Goyle were?”

“Oh, down in the school kitchens, I suppose,” Draco said carelessly. “Getting as much food as they can.” Draco slapped a hand to his forehead. “We need a signed note from a teacher to look in one of those books! How are we going to get one?”

“Make up a story,” Andy suggested.

In the end, they decided to approach Professor Snape. Draco would ask Snape if you could change a person’s personality with a potion during their next Potions class. Then he would see how it went from there.

Sure enough, on Monday, Draco’s hand went into the air.

“Professor, I was wondering if you could change a person’s personality with a potion.” If Snape said no, Draco would be back to square one, with no idea what had happened to him.

Professor Snape studied Draco closely. “Believe it or not, yes, you can. It is very complex.”

“How does it work? How does it change your personality?” To Draco’s surprise, Harry had spoken.

“Enough,” Professor Snape snapped. “Do not even consider making it. You would be expelled from this school.”

Draco’s heart sank. If Professor Snape wouldn’t even tell them how a person was changed by it….

Professor Snape stopped by Draco and Andy’s cauldron on the pretense of checking their potion. Lowering his voice so that only Draco and Andy could hear, he said, “If you must know about it, see me after the lesson.”

Draco’s heart leaped. Yes! Professor Snape was going to tell him! Oh, he frowned. Wait. Snape would want Draco to tell him why he wanted to know about it. He supposed it wouldn’t hurt to tell him what he and Andy had guessed. They couldn’t get into any trouble or anything.

At the end of the lesson Draco and Andy made sure they were the last to finish cleaning up. Draco had told Crabbe and Goyle to go to the Great Hall without him for lunch.

“Professor, how does the potion change your personality?” Draco asked.

Professor Snape was silent for a moment, studying both Draco and Andy, organizing his thoughts. “The Antithesis Potion is very potent. It changes your personality, and, as the name suggests, reverses a person’s personality. Let’s say you have an honest, responsible boy. Give him a bit of the Potion and he will become unreliable and a liar within an hour.”

“That’s why I’m so nice all of a sudden,” Draco accidentally said aloud.

“What did you say?” Professor Snape asked sharply.

“I---well, about a week ago. . .” Draco hesitated. Should he tell Professor Snape?

“Yes?” Snape prompted.

Draco decided he would. He trusted Professor Snape and, if anything, Snape would be able to help him. Draco told him everything that had happened, including Harry’s sudden meanness. It only occurred to him after he had told Snape everything that he might not believe him. To his surprise, Draco told Snape so. “I know it’s hard to believe, but I’m telling the truth.”
Professor Snape was looking very grave. “I do believe you. First, however, we need to find out that you really did take that potion.” Snape questioned Draco for a long time.

“I believe you did take it,” Snape said thoughtfully.

“Professor, I have a question.” It was a question Draco had been dying to ask, but so far had gone unspoken. “Is there a cure? A potion to reverse the effects? Make me, well, me again?

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