All I want for Christmas is you

don't want a lot for Christmas

There's just one thing I need

I don't care about the presents

Underneath the Christmas tree

I just want you for my own

More than you could ever know

Make my wish come true

All I want for Christmas is...

You

I don't want a lot for Christmas

There's just one thing I need

I don't care about the presents

Underneath the Christmas tree

I don't need to hang my stocking

There upon the fireplace

Santa Claus won't make me happy

With a toy on Christmas day

I just want you for my own

More than you could ever know

Make my wish come true

All I want for Christmas is you

You baby

I won't ask for much this Christmas

I don't even wish for snow

I'm just gonna keep on waiting

Underneath the mistletoe

I won't make a list and send it

To the North Pole for Saint Nick

I won't even stay awake to

Hear those magic reindeers click

'Cause I just want you here tonight

Holding on to me so tight

What more can I do

Baby all I want for Christmas is you

Ooh baby

All the lights are shining

So brightly everywhere

And the sound of children's

Laughter fills the air

And everyone is singing

I hear those sleigh bells ringing

Santa won't you bring me the one I really need

Won't you please bring my baby to me...

Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas

This is all I'm asking for

I just want to see my baby

Standing right outside my door

Oh I just want you for my own

More than you could ever know

Make my wish come true

Baby all I want for Christmas is...

You

All I want for Christmas is you... baby

princess of  the star

Christmas story[Draco/Hermione]

“Harry, Ron, I'm going to…” Before Hermione could finish speaking, her two friends spoke up, “Library.”

“Keng remembers this too,” she said with a smile before walking out of the central hall.

“So, is this a person or a book? I just spend the day in the library,” Ron complained, throwing a piece of bread into his mouth.

"Better than you, eating all day," Harry muttered, causing Ginny, who was sitting next to him, to laugh. Ron looked at him, his eyes green.

"Gee, I'm worried that that girl has to read such a stressful book on Christmas Day."

Today is Christmas that many people have been waiting for all year. Some people hope for gifts. Some people hope to return home. And some people hope to confess their love on a day like this. Hermione herself was one of them. Today you will tell him you love him...

Draco Malfoy, Pure-Blood Prince of Slytherin He is also known to be a person who hates mudbloods.

Hermione is the best. In fact, even if she didn't have to confess her love to him, she probably knew that the answer would be "no" but she herself still hoped. Hopefully, maybe the answer will be "yes", I hope....

The only person who knew this top secret of Hermione's was Ginny. Weasley, Ron's younger sister Ginny kept the pressure on.

Hermione confesses her love to Malfoy every day, but it never seems to work. Hermione had a crush on Malfoy since the third year. It was the day before Christmas. Hermione walked to the library to read a book like every day.

“Sister, can you please give me that book?” A first-year girl approached her and asked, pointing at a book with a red cover. It rested two stories above her head.

"Oh, I'll try it." She agreed and tried to tiptoe up to pick up the book, but she could only touch the tip of the spine.

“If you know you're short, wouldn't it be better if you didn't try? Granger,” a voice said behind her. Hermione immediately looked back. "Don't bother Malfoy," she said nonchalantly before turning to try and pick up the book in question, but at that moment a pale white hand appeared and picked it up. The book cut off her face.

Malfoy handed the book to the boy.

“This!” But before Hermione could say anything else, she fell silent when she saw the sight in front of her. A sight she never thought she'd see before. Hermione had no idea that Malfoy would have such a gentle smile towards a child. She looked at the picture and smiled.

....Then why do I have to feel heat on my face? It's just this guy's fake smile....

"What are you smiling at, you stupid bastard?" Malfoy said, frowning when he saw Hermione smiling at him.

"What? Who's smiling?" She hurriedly corrected herself, raising her hand to cover up that smile. He stared at her confused.

"Are you reading so much that you're crazy?" Hermione immediately stuck her tongue out at him.

“I was just wondering if someone like you could love a child,” she muttered, crossing her arms tightly over her chest.

“What exactly do you think I am?” he said and sighed at the woman's thoughts.

"It's vile, low, without manners, without being a gentleman..." She said while counting on her fingers.

“Here you stop. I have a feeling I've been tricked, I don't know.” Hermione smiled mischievously at him.

“Smart!” she exclaimed, laughing good-naturedly. Unbeknownst to him, the young man in front of him was blushing because of his smile and cheerfulness. But before the argument could go any further, Hermione walked away with a laugh. It was released onto Malfoy's pale cheeks, becoming faintly pink for a long time.

"You crazy woman, Granger," he said, slapping himself in the face to wake him up from those thoughts.

After that day, one by one, Hermione began to see the good in Malfoy. He doesn't like to shirk responsibility for others. He doesn't like being selfish (even though sometimes it happens to him) and most importantly, he loves children very much. She couldn't help but think that this kind of personality was completely unlike his face where his eyebrows were always touching each other.

And finally, her patience in secretly loving him on one side ran out until she decided to tell him she loved him this Christmas!!

"Hermione," the girl turned towards the voice and saw Ginny standing there smiling at her. and sat down on the chair next to her.

“What's wrong? About Malfoy?" Ginny asked curiously. Hermione turned to face her.

"Take it easy, Ginny," she said, her voice green. "The people in Gryffindor probably don't want to know who I'm thinking about," Ginny laughed.

“Yes, yes, but today, I will tell him, right?” she asked. Hermione slammed her face down on the table.

“Maybe,” the girl replied nonchalantly. Ginny frowned at him.

“Have you lost your confidence?” Hermione put her head in her hands, “I don't know. When the time came to really tell him, he didn't dare.”

“Oh, Sister Hermione, how can something like this lose confidence now?”

“Ginny, this kind of thing has never happened to me. I've never been in love with anyone before." She mumbled and looked up.

“Plus, the person I like is an enemy that everyone thinks will never be good friends. Besides, if we...if we, um, were of the same mind, would Harry and Ron be able to accept it? And if you tell him that he doesn't like you, won't he hate you even more?"

"Hermione," Ginny called softly to the girl, reaching out to take her hand.

“Love, if you don't rush towards it, can't come to you on its own. Some people may think that these things will just come to us. That's true. Look, I just went to the library and found out that I really liked Malfoy. That's love that came to me without even realizing it. The feeling that enters the heart is the first stage of love. But in the next stage, you must try, not wait for love to come in by itself. Do you understand now?” She said longingly and smiled softly at her older sister.

"...."Hermione was quiet but her heart was thinking. ...I have to tell him...

"What?" Ginny asked again. The girl turned and smiled at her.

"Yes, I'll tell him," she said confidently, "Tell me what, Granger," came a stern voice from behind the two girls.

"Malfoy!!" The voices of Hermione and Ginny came together in shock, causing Malfoy to flinch as well.

“Hey, scream out loud. It'll be a big deal if Madame Pince hears about it," he complained, tapping the book on Hermione's head.

“Sir, when have you been here?” Hermione stood up and pointed at him.

“Hey, have some manners. No matter what you ask, don't point your finger at someone else's face," Malfoy said. So she lowered her finger.

"So are you going to answer my question yet?" she said angrily...if he knew...

“Alright, I arrived when you said, 'Yes. I'll tell him, that's all." The young man imitated Hermione's voice.

“That's really it,” she said relieved. But there was a loud noise.

“Who is making noise in the library?!” Madame Pince ran towards the source of the sound. causing Malfoy to be seen with her

“Oh, Gryffindor and Slytherin again. You guys can't be on good terms with each other, right?" She said angrily.

"Uh...Madame Pince, that is..." Ginny tried to explain but was cut off by her first.

“No need to make excuses, Miss Weasley. Do you think Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy have arranged to do a report?” she said.

"But we…" Hermione tried to explain. Madame Pince turned towards her.

“No need to, Miss Granger. Now, if the two of you hold hands, I won't deduct points from the house, okay?" Hermione heard this and gasped, but Malfoy didn't care and grabbed the girl's right hand. Hold it tight Hermione quickly turned around and looked at him in shock. Malfoy held up his clenched hand to Madam Pince.

“Are you satisfied?” the young man said simply. But then she felt electricity flow between her hand and Malfoy's.

“Let go of my hand!” Hermione shouted sheepishly and tried to pull her hand away. But it... can't be pulled out!!

“Here...let go of my hand!” she cried again, causing both Ginny and Madame Pince, who were watching, to be extremely perplexed.

"What? You're the one who needs to be let go," Malfoy said angrily.

“What the hell are you talking about? I'm leaving you here!" she argued. The young man began to sweat.

"You idiot, are you kidding me?" Malfoy said, shaking his hands up and down. Hermione glared at him.

“Just kidding about your house. I'm not joking.” She turned to Madame Pince.

“Madame, what are you doing? Did you cast a spell on us?" Hermione asked impatiently.

“I don't, what are you guys kidding? When you grow up, will you still do strange things like this? Sigh,” she said and walked away.

“Then why can't our hands separate?!” she shouted, turning to Ginny.

"There you are..." Malfoy's voice called softly to her. "Please tell me what to do with this thing." He gritted his teeth at the girl.

....God! What happened here!!...

“Everyone, turn to page 355,” Professor Pierre's voice came from the front of the room. But no one paid any attention to him because something more interesting was at the back of the room. Who would have thought that in this life we ​​would see Granger and Malfoy sitting holding hands!!

"Luckily that last lesson was runes, Malfoy," Hermione whispered.

“Why?” he asked harshly.

"Because there aren't any Gryffindors or Slytherins taking this class besides us!" she explained.

"So what? Are you afraid Potter and Weasley will see?"

"Yes. You wouldn't want those two to throw us into St. Mungo's and have our arms cut off, would you?" said Hermione.

"..." Malfoy didn't answer, but sat with his eyebrows furrowed tensely. Made Hermione unable to help but wonder.

"Don't look so stressed out," she said boldly. After all, Malfoy is still Malfoy.

"You don't realize how much trouble you're causing me," Malfoy began to complain at Hermione.

“So what should I do? I'm not a god. Do you think you're the only one suffering?!" She raised her voice in annoyance. "What kind of man doesn't know? Even more picky than my mother!” Malfoy turned towards her.

"Ya..." He didn't have time to say what to her yet. The bell rang to announce the end of class, so Malfoy and Hermione hurriedly packed up their things and left the classroom before anyone else. Malfoy took her to a corner of the castle.

“Here Green, take Professor McGonagall's book and put it away. Damn it, why don't you give me orders? Do you think I'm a servant or what?!” A young girl's voice sounded from behind them.

"Lola..." Malfoy muttered when he saw the owner of the voice. That child is Lola. Gold was known as the most beautiful woman in Slytherin and was rumored to have dated Malfoy. "You stay behind me," Malfoy turned to Hermione.

“But I have to hurry and send a report to Professor Snape…” the boy named Green said in a low voice. Lola walked towards her.

“Huh, just four or five books, can't you just go and get them?” Lola scolded at her, pointing at the pile of books in front of her. Malfoy saw this and grabbed Hermione's hand. "What are you doing?" cried the girl. He picked up a book from the floor and handed it to Lola.

“If you see the matter of collecting books as 'just this' then you can do it yourself,” he said in a cold voice. The girl turned to look at him.

"Why are you bothering? This isn't your business, Draco!!" Lola said angrily. Malfoy immediately argued back.

“So it's about that girl?!”Hermione turned to look at him in amazement.

"Come on, hurry and file the report." He pushed the Hufflepuff girl aside. Green thanked him softly and ran away.

"As for you, put the book away." Malfoy turned and stuffed the book into Lola's hand. She looked at him angrily.

“Draco, you idiot!” the girl screamed and ran away with a large pile of books. “Don't call me crazy!” Malfoy shouted.

"It's Malfoy..." Hermione muttered. He turned to look, “What? What is it?” the young man asked confusedly.

“When you were in your fourth year...you dated Gold, right?” she asked, looking down. Malfoy's face instantly brightened.

“Why do you know that?!” he asked, trying to keep his embarrassment at bay. The young girl looked at him blankly.

"Last year..." Hermione began.

1 year ago

“Oh, I'm so tired. Someone please help Lola!” Lola moaned. Today was the day that Dumbledore asked for help from all the students in the houses to make the central hall into a dance floor because today there would be a party between Hogwarts.

Durmstrag and Beauxbatons all had to come together to help prepare for the event, which was divided into two periods: in the morning Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff would come to decorate and decorate various items for the event. In the afternoon, Gryffindors and Slytherins would take care of the dance floor and tables and chairs. In fact, it would be better to call it helping each other, but it would not be better to call it cooperation.

"Yes, I'll help you," Zabini, Crabbe, Galle, and the male Slytherin shouted in unison. But the women in Slytherin and

Instead, the Gryffindor looked at the men who had seduced him one by one with equal sex.

"This is Lola..." Malfoy called her softly. She turned to look at him fondly. "What's wrong, Draco?" Lola asked cheerfully.

“One's own work is one's own responsibility. Everyone is just as tired as you.” The girl gasped in disbelief. Hermione, who was standing nearby, looked at him confused...Isn't Malfoy Lola's boyfriend?...

"That's mean, we have to talk about it too! I won't have anything to do with you anymore." Lola's face turned red with anger and embarrassment at being betrayed. But Malfoy ignored her, he just looked at the girl with different eyes. As for Hermione, who was silently watching the events, her mind was pounding wildly.

“At that time I thought What kind of man is so devoid of romance?" Hermione muttered wearily.

"And what does this have to do with romance?" Malfoy turned to her angrily.

“Oh, isn't it normal for men to please their girlfriends?” she asked through clenched teeth.

“...Well, I don't like giving work to others to do. The more people who don't dare to reject us," the young man said shyly.

....I know what you really think. Because I, too, fell in love with you because of this story...

"For me, it's whether it's your love for children that doesn't suit your face," Malfoy barked at her, "or your refusal to flirt with women." She looked up at him and said the last word.

"It looks nice in a different way," Hermione gave him a small smile. Malfoy's face was hot.

"What's wrong with you? Definitely give me more compliments," the young man said in an annoyed tone.

“You're gone!” she shouted at him in response.

...Did you know Malfoy? Since that day, my two eyes have always looked at you....

"Seriously, what do we do from now on?" Malfoy asked as it was past 7:00 p.m. Inside the hall there was a Christmas party going on, but of course it was Hermione and Malfoy. I did not participate.

"From now on?" Hermione asked innocently. The young man immediately raised his hands to his temples.

"What about the dormitory? You can't split up and go back to the dormitory. You have to go to someone else's dormitory or you'll have to sit outside in the snow!!" Malfoy shouted at Herr. Mione “Can I go to Gryffindor tower?” he asked.

“Are you crazy? If you resist, my friend will kick you out,” she replied.

"Then you can go to my dorm," the young man said nonchalantly and walked towards him immediately, but Hermione held him back.

“That's right with the ghosts. I went into your dorm and even those pure bloods killed me,” the girl said at him.

“Then what will you do? What's the big deal?" Malfoy asked, annoyed.

"Yes...."

“Whoa, how did you end up on the edge of the lake?!” Malfoy shouted in shock, “So you planned to sleep outside in the snow all night? It's winter!" Hermione frowned angrily.

“Well, I can't think of anywhere else. Are you going to sleep in a corner of the castle if Filch comes and sees? The matter of us sticking together like this will surely reach Dumbledore's ears, and I don't have the courage to answer that question. This kind of information should be shared with other people as well. If this dealer stuck together using a spell, I wouldn't say a word. Do you know the reason? I can explain it correctly.”

The girl let out a long complaint, annoyed by the man in front of her. So he sat down on the grass and pulled her down with him.

"Alright. Consider it lucky that the weather isn't sub-zero, but if you wake up in the morning and you freeze to death, I won't be responsible," Malfoy grumbled, pulling out a blue paper bag from a leather bag that didn't have any books in it.

“Are you sure you're coming to study? There isn't any book.” She looked at his bag.

“It's my story. I was too lazy to carry it so I put it down and wrote a note for Gal to take to the dorm,” he explained while his hands were trying to pick up the contents of the blue bag. Hermione looked at his hand curiously.

“What is this? I never knew you liked cake,” the girl said when she saw the small cake for two people packed in a red box. It was a simple cake decorated with white cream and large strawberries.

"I like your house," Hermione pursed her lips at him.

"Here," Malfoy picked up a piece of cake and placed it in front of her, "for me?" He nodded.

“Well, today, on Christmas Day, you and I didn't go to the party. I was afraid she would regret the celebration so I ordered a cake from

Hogsmeade came to me but it was too smooth, that's all I got for you." Malfoy said with his eyes closed, not knowing that the girl in front of him was crying tears of joy.

...Why did Malfoy keep buying me cake?...

"Huh, Granger, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?" the young man cried out in shock and embarrassment. Well, this picture of this girl is crying...

...I can't keep it in, this is happiness. Until I almost fainted....

"Thank you, thank you so much, Malfoy." Hermione raised her hand to wipe away tears. Malfoy lifted his hand and caressed her head in rapture.

"...Uh," he responded, his cheeks turning slightly pink.

...If I thought...this is the gift God gave me at Christmas. It wouldn't be wrong, right?

the next morning

“Uh...it's morning already?” said Hermione. “Oh. Are you awake?” An irritating voice sounded above her head. The girl's eyes widened.

....Oh, I'm lying on Malfoy's lap!...Hermione let out a soft scream and hurriedly pushed herself up.

“I'm sorry,” she cried, her face instantly turning red.

"It's okay. Last night I saw you squatting down and falling asleep and was afraid you might get cramps," Malfoy explained.

"Thank you," Hermione said softly.

...When did you become such a gentle person, Malfoy?

Hermione and Malfoy packed up their things and decided to go eat early because if it was later there would start to be more schoolchildren and they would definitely not get anything to eat.

"Look, you're walking so close to me that it's difficult to walk like that," Malfoy said after walking out of the hall. Now she walked an arm's length away from him. He also kept his head down and walked without looking at the way until he almost tripped and fell many times.

“I'm embarrassed,” the girl muttered. She turned her head away from him in embarrassment.

“What?” he asked. “Nothing. Nothing.” Hermione smiled dryly, correcting herself.

"Then come walk closer." Malfoy used his other hand to hold her head closer.

"Hey, don't touch my head," cried Hermione, pushing his hand away.

“Why?” the girl opened her mouth to speak. But you have to hurry and shut it down first. ...I'm embarrassed!...

“Well...well, well, I didn't shower last night.” Those were the first words she could think of. Malfoy gave her a funny look.

“Haha, you crazy girl about this. Oh, that's so funny!" He burst out laughing hysterically.

“I don't know what you're laughing at. You haven't showered either." Hermione argued sheepishly.

"You won't die if you don't take a shower," Malfoy said after he had managed to hold back his laughter.

“The problem isn't there,” she muttered. He walked in front of her and placed his left hand on the girl's head.

“But I think your hair already smells nice,” the young man said in a warm voice like he was talking to a child. But if he still doesn't know what he's saying. Hermione was stunned for several seconds.

“Mr..” She looked shocked that he said that, “What did you say?”

“Eh...ah!” Malfoy made a strange noise, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”” he cried out in shock, causing the girl he was caressing her head to be startled and immediately asked, “What? Lfoy What's going on with you?" she said, stammering. He took his hand from her head and put his hand on the girl's arm, shaking her roughly and bringing his face close to Hermione's.

“Did I say that sentence just now? Damn it, Granger, please tell me this isn't true!!” he screamed at her.

"Hey Malfoy, calm down." Hermione reached out and shook his shoulder to regain his composure. But not before Malfoy slapped his own cheek.

"That's not true! Please help me kill Granger," the young man looked like he was about to cry. The girl looked at him before bursting into laughter.

“Kick,” she raised her hand to cover her mouth so that her voice wouldn't come out. Who would have thought that such an arrogant young man would do such a crazy thing? “What are you laughing at? Ha!” he shouted, embarrassed when he realized what he had done.

....Because you really are crazy like this. I came to like you...

"Whoa..." Malfoy raised his hand to cover his mouth. The two of them were now sitting next to the lake. Since today was the Christmas holiday, there would be no school hours today, and that was fortunate for the two of them.

"Did you not sleep last night?" she asked softly. "Eh? Or because I slept in your lap?" Hermione asked with concern. He waved his hand in denial, “No. It's because..." Malfoy was at a loss for words.

“What?” the girl asked again. Malfoy's cheeks began to glow a light shade of pink.

...With a woman next to me like that, who would close their eyes, you idiot?

“Never mind that,” he said dismissively. But before Hermione could attempt to drag the truth out of Malfoy's mouth, a high-pitched voice sounded behind her. It was a voice she was familiar with because it was Ginny's.

"Hermione!" Ginny cried, completely surprised that the two were still holding hands. "Malfoy, let go of me," she hissed.

“Quiet, red head. Do you think I want to hold hands with this filthy mudblood all day?” he claimed, not knowing that the owner of the hand he was holding was stunned, her heart feeling like it was being cut with a knife just because of those words. his speech

"Hey..." Hermione called out to Malfoy smoothly. He turned to look at her in surprise.

“Shouldn't we go to St. Mungo's?” She lowered her head and spoke the words with difficulty.

"What's wrong, Granger?" Malfoy cried. "If you go there, the doctor will probably find a way to do something about this hand."

“So what happened that made you suddenly want to go?” he asked. Hermione looked up at him, "If you continue like this, you'll be in trouble, right!? Wouldn't it be better to just go to the hospital and get it over with?" she said in a sarcastic tone.

“If you really think like that…” Malfoy's gray eyes turned cold again after their warm expression became too much. Why must you cry?” he said as the girl wiped away big tears.

...I hate you so much. I hate you for never considering my feelings...

"..."Hermione was silent and didn't answer him. Ginny made to walk towards her.

...Hate myself for never being honest with my heart...

“Because I love you!” she shouted at him. Malfoy gasped and Ginny paused and smiled in relief.

Phew! After Hermione confessed her secret, the two people's hands strangely spread apart. The girl raised her hand and looked at Malfoy's face in turn. His expression was so impassive that she decided to turn around and walk away. “Are you planning to just leave your words and run away?” The young man reached out and gently grabbed Hermione's arm before sliding it down. Hold hands

She turned to look at Malfoy's face with tears in her eyes. "Let me tell you first..." He held up his own hand that was holding hers.

"This hand is mine now," Malfoy said. Hermione gave him a small smile of delight.

"Malfoy..." She hugged Malfoy, who accepted her and gently caressed the girl's head.

...God! He is the best Christmas present of my life...

"Damn, you're such a crybaby," the boy pulled away from Hermione and wiped away the tears on her cheeks with his hand. Ginny walked over and touched Hermione's shoulder. So she turned and smiled at her younger sister.

"I hope so," Ginny said in a bright voice. and turned to make a giant face at Malfoy

“If you make my brother cry, You're definitely not going to die.” Ginny's words caused both Malfoy and Hermione to laugh.

"Granger, would you mind telling me again what you think of me?" The girl turned to grab his shoulder and leaned up on tiptoe to whisper in Malfoy's ear, "I love you, Draco." Speak in a firm and serious voice. He kissed her forehead.

"I love you, Hermione," Malfoy said by her first name, as she had called him. What would it be like to call her that when she was his 'lover'...

....but the end of their love will be happiness or suffering?...

I don't want a lot for Christmas

I don't want a lot for Christmas.

There's just one thing I need

There's only one thing I need

I just want you for my own

I just want you in my life.

Make my wish come true

Make my wish come true

All I want for Christmas is you

All I want for Christmas is...you.

Let's talk after reading.

Hello fellow Draco fans. All of hermione Hello to those who have wandered in here. Some people may already know Pim, and some people don't. Okay, let's get into the fic. This fic took the plot from a Japanese cartoon. I think it's cute. If you decorate it yourself, I guarantee it won't be this sweet, haha. Many people may think that the publisher actually copied it. He didn't copy it, he just took the plot and composed it himself.

This is the first fic that I've successfully written. (Usually kept like the Hogwarts stage play Eek) Therefore, Pim, please ask for encouragement from friends by commenting and giving feedback. Don't be a shadow reader. I admit that Pim is a shadow reader as well. But when I wrote it myself, I felt that the person who wrote it was really tired. After that, Pim was never a shadow reader again.

As for the ending of the story, it's expected that Mod would have already appeared on the screen, right? Pim was smiling a lot when she wrote it. And of course, writing the final part probably made many friends not help thinking that there would be a sequel. or not Let me tell you right here that there will definitely be one and it will be a story that I wrote myself, so everyone should follow along. And finally, Pim would like to leave a message.

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