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Public Relations
Chapter Number/Total: 2/49
Chapter Title: Public Relations
Words: 2595 Words
Harry and Draco had just gotten out of the shower and were now back in their room. A day had passed and they had decided to put out news of their wedding as soon as possible. Harry was a bit nervous. Not only was he going to talk to reporters about getting married to a man, who had just recently attempted suicide as far as they were concerned and was the son of a dead Death Eater, whom he and Draco had killed, he was getting his Apparation license, too.
He was standing in front of the dresser, towel around his hips and butterflies in his stomach. "What are we supposed to wear to this?" he asked Draco.
Draco slipped off his robe and hung it up, looking over at his lover. Damn, but even after just having sex in the shower, he still found that Harry standing there in that towel made him want to drag him back to bed. It took him a minute to register the question. "Business casual," he said, then rolling his eyes, "Never mind; let me pick it out for you."
Harry shrugged and moved over so that Draco could get the clothes out. He sat on the edge of the bed and stared at Draco's naked arse. "How bad do you think it'll be?" he asked.
"Reporters are predictable. They will do anything for the story and the more sensational the better," Draco sneered, laying out a nice dark green button down shirt and black slacks for Harry.
Harry sighed and stood up again to get dressed. "Wonderful," he said sarcastically. "What exactly do we tell them? I mean, I know we talk about the wedding, but how do we make it 'sensational' or whatever?"
Draco shook his head, smirking as he slipped on a dark maroon shirt. "You are sensational," he said.
Harry snorted. "If that's what they want to think," he said.
Draco tucked his shirt into the crisp black linen pants and rolled his eyes at the way the Gryffindor missed his compliment. "We stick to the topic," he said. "Don't answer questions about the disappearance, my family or my 'accident.'"
Harry nodded, buttoning his shirt. "All right," he said. "Just the wedding."
Draco finished combing and tying back his long hair. He then smirked as he picked up a brush and advanced on his lover.
Harry stared at the brush and Draco with a slightly wary look. "Good luck," he muttered, thinking there was nothing Draco could possibly do.
Draco began giving Harry's mop a thorough brushing. He shook his head as he did. "You have thick, beautiful hair but you need to take better care of it," he tisked.
Harry snorted. "I have a lot of hair that won't do a thing I want it to," he retorted.
Draco brushed and Harry squirmed. After the brushing and some well placed charms it looked ... well, a little better. Draco frowned. "We are taking you to a hair dresser before any official photos are taken," he declared. "I need a trim anyway."
"I've never been to a hair dresser," Harry said, resisting, with difficulty, reaching up and shuffling his hair around.
Draco scowled. "Who cuts your hair?"
"Well, I've been to a barber before, but my aunt used to during summer and Mrs. Weasley has done it before, too," said Harry with a shrug and a raised eyebrow.
"That's ..." Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "That explains a lot."
Harry shrugged again. "What time is it?" he asked.
"Time to get going," Draco said, laying the brush aside and picking up his outer robe.
Harry sighed and finished dressing himself. "Let's go, I suppose," he said, walking over to the bedroom door.
Picking up the announcement and registration scrolls he had prepared and stowing them inside his robes, Draco followed his lover.
Harry walked down through the house and into the kitchen to find mostly everyone ready and waiting. They had eaten before getting dressed, and so they should've all been ready to go.
"Waiting on Ron and Bill," said Mrs. Weasley, sounding annoyed.
Harry nodded, his stomach swooping uncomfortably.
Draco got them both cups of tea, handing Harry his cup. "Remember to breathe," he whispered.
Harry took a breath then and nodded, taking the cup from Draco.
"Nervous?" asked Hermione, sidling up next to them.
Harry shrugged and made a bit of a face. "A little, I guess," he said.
Draco snorted and rolled his eyes. "He'll do fine," he added.
Hermione nodded. "You really will, Harry," she said. "You led the D.A. and now you lead the Order. This should be easy."
"I guess," said Harry again.
Bill came down in a couple of minutes, followed shortly by Ron who was looking a bit nervous, too. He was taking his Apparation test with Harry.
"That's everyone," said Mr. Weasley, standing and looking around the room. "Are we all ready?"
"Let's get it over with," said Harry with a huff and he, Draco, Ron, Hermione, Bill, Fleur, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley all prepared to Floo to the Ministry.
Draco took the tea cup from his lover and set it aside, then took his hand. He leaned in, whispering, "Right beside you, love."
Harry looked at Draco and smiled. "I know," he said, and soon they were all standing in the Atrium, and Harry was nervously straightening his clothes.
"Where do we go now?" he asked, looking around.
"You should get the Apparation test done first," Draco said, "if they let you."
Ron winced a bit at those words.
"Yeah, I guess," said Harry. "What department is that?"
"Magical Transportation," said Mr. Weasley. "Third floor."
Harry turned to Ron. "You ready?" he asked.
Ron hesitated just a bit and then nodded. "Yeah, I'm ready," he said.
"It's not hard," said Hermione.
"Whatever," said Ron. "Let's do this."
Draco huffed. He took Harry's hand and walked beside him, his head held high, seeming oblivious to the stares. In actuality, he was very aware of everyone's attention.
Harry headed off with Draco and his big crowd of friends making it to the lifts and to the third floor without any trouble. Everyone stared, but there were always stares.
Harry and Ron met their instructor, who looked at Harry and then immediately scanned the crowd of people with him, his eyes landing on Draco. He didn't say anything though and simply led Harry and Ron into a room to take their tests.
Ron insisted Harry go first, claiming that Harry should simply get it over with so that he would have one less thing to be nervous about, while he himself fidgeted and squirmed. Harry had agreed though, and in no time at all it seemed, emerged from the room with a smile and a license.
"Passed," he said, coming over to Draco and kissing him lightly.
Draco kissed him back, nodding. "Never any other option," he said.
Harry smiled and ignored the looks of the other strangers in the room.
"Told you it wasn't hard," said Hermione, grinning.
"I'm not the one who was worried," said Harry with a snort.
Ron emerged a few minutes later, looking very, very relieved. "Got it," he breathed and everyone cheered for him, making his ears go red. He smiled smugly and Harry snorted, shaking his head.
Now for the hard part, Draco thought. "From here it would be best to register the amended binding promises," Draco said.
"And where do we do that?" asked Harry, raising an eyebrow.
"One floor down," said Mr. Weasley.
Harry sighed. "Lead the way," he said, and Mr. Weasley did, leading them lower into the Ministry.
Once on the lower floor, Harry stood next to Draco, frowning. "I've no idea what to do," he said.
"Same as last time," Draco said. "I already have the scroll prepared." He held up the parchment. "The fun starts when we go to leave," he added.
Harry winced and nodded. "Yeah," he said warily.
They registered their binding promise, which took longer than the last time, as it was marriage this time around and they were actually in the Ministry. The last time they'd had the papers brought in for them from St. Mungo's.
The witch working with them kept throwing them odd little glances and got up at one point not to return for several minutes.
Draco leaned in, whispering against Harry's ear. "See the looks," he said. "Odds are she has already owled the paper while we have been here filling out the papers. Someone will be waiting when we leave here. Ready?"
Harry huffed, but took Draco's hand and nodded. "As ready as I can be," he said.
"We're all right here, boys," said Mr. Weasley when they were finished. "The questions start getting out of hand and all you have to do is say the word."
Harry nodded and sighed before walking slowly over to the door with Draco and stepping outside it, ready for the storm of questioning.
Like a flock of sea birds swooping in on a crust of bread, they were suddenly surrounded by reporters asking questions and flashing pictures. Draco held Harry's hand and raised his construct hand up to call attention and quiet the cacophony of questions. "We are willing to give a few answers," he said, "but first we would like to make an official announcement."
There was a lot of murmuring and excitement. A crowd of onlookers had gathered as well.
"Harry Potter and myself will be formally wed on October 31st. All other details will be provided later."
There was some additional shouting, and Draco held his hand up again.
"Harry!" someone shouted. "Why are you with Malfoy, a suspected Death Eater?"
Harry's eyes widened as all the shouting began. He was used to attention, but had never had to deal with anything like this before. "Er, because I love him and he's not one," he said to the crowd of people, tightening his grip on Draco's hand.
"Harry, when did you know you were gay?" another reported asked.
Harry raised an eyebrow. So that's how the questions were going to be. "I'm not gay," he said simply.
"If you're not gay, why are you marrying a man?" another asked.
"Because we are in love with each other," Draco replied. "Not everyone is gay or straight."
"Does that mean you are bisexual?" another shouted.
"Erm, sure," said Harry. He wondered why they would want to know something like that, but then he remembered what Draco had said about them doing anything to get a story and he remembered the ridiculous stories that had been printed about Hermione and himself in fourth year.
"Since we only intend to be with each other," Draco added, "none of that matters."
“Harry," another shouted, "was this your idea?"
"Well, we didn't really plan it," said Harry. "We're actually already married on the magical level or something. We just now registered that binding promise. Um, something called Great something or other." He looked at Draco.
Draco gritted his teeth and smiled tightly at the explosion this was met with. He squeezed Harry's hand and tried to catch his eye, but it was too late.
Lots of questions were shouted, overlapping. "Great Rite?" "You did blood magic?" "Already married?" "Where?" and others.
Harry knew he had said the wrong thing as soon as the questions were asked. "Well, it was unintentional," he began, "but we're both really happy about it. After we found out we had done the binding promise, we decided to have a ceremony on Halloween to make it really official," he said, trying to put the attention back on the upcoming wedding.
Draco knew only one way to get the attention away from the blood magic and back on their relationship. He released Harry's hand, slid his arm around him and brought his mouth down over his. There were gasps and the sound of a lot of photos being taken.
Harry's eyes widened as Draco kissed him and he was so shocked, he didn't kiss back for a bit. When he finally pulled away, flashes were still going off in his face like mad, and a thick cloud of smoke from the cameras hung around them.
"Again!" someone shouted. "Give him another one!"
Draco smiled and cocked his head at Harry, raising an eyebrow.
Harry snorted and shrugged, leaning in for a better kiss this time.
Draco relaxed into this kiss, allowing it to be real, kissing his lover with feeling.
Harry reached a hand up to the back of Draco's head as he kissed him, sliding his tongue into his mouth, but then he pulled back a few seconds later, grinning. "Let's not give them a 'free show' as George put it," he whispered.
Draco laughed, looking into those emerald eyes. He had so lost himself in Harry that he had forgotten where they were. Only Harry could make him lose track of the world like this. He blinked and turned his head to the reporters. "That's enough for now," he said, holding up his hand when they started firing more questions at them. "If you get this right, we just might be able to arrange an interview," he said in a teasing tone.
Harry grinned again, happy that they had indeed avoided questions about the Lucius mess, even though he had nearly messed it up. He nodded, taking Draco's hand again.
Ignoring the crowd, Draco pulled Harry along with him, his arm tight around the other man's waist until they arrived at the solid wall of fireplaces.
Everyone else followed along and once they were in the kitchen at Grimmauld again, Harry dropped into a chair at the table and sighed. "Well, it wasn't as bad as I thought," he said.
"The kiss was worth the kiss," Draco quoted, smirking as he sat down beside his lover.
Harry smiled as he remembered that first night they'd had together.
"You didn't need us at all," said Mrs. Weasley, bustling around to make more tea.
"Yes, but they could have," said Mr. Weasley, sitting as well. "Quite clever to kiss and give them the picture they wanted."
Draco was still looking at Harry, smiling. "We know what the lead photo will be tomorrow," he said with a grin.
"It's rather sad that they'd rather print a huge picture of me with my tongue down your throat than a story about Death Eaters," Harry said, shaking his head but still grinning. "Someone needs to start a new paper, although I suppose it benefits us this time around."
"People would rather see the Boy-Who-Lived get snogged by his notorious rival than think about the horrors of what is happening," Draco observed.
Harry sighed. "True, I suppose," he said.
"When are you going to get started on ze plans?" asked Fleur, throwing her hair behind her as she sat down.
"Huh?" asked Harry, looking away from Draco's face.
"Ze wedding plans."
"Oh, er, I don't know," said Harry.
"We would be delighted," Draco smiled indulgently at her, "but maybe Harry needs a rest after today's excitement." He nudged Harry, hoping he would agree with him.
Harry grinned. "Yeah, I'm a little tired," he said.
Fleur shook her head in a knowing way.
"You want to come up and take a nap with me?" Harry asked Draco, smiling at him.
Draco nodded, a small smile on his lips as he got up from the table. He led his "tired" partner up the stairs.
Chapter Title: Public Relations
Words: 2595 Words
Harry and Draco had just gotten out of the shower and were now back in their room. A day had passed and they had decided to put out news of their wedding as soon as possible. Harry was a bit nervous. Not only was he going to talk to reporters about getting married to a man, who had just recently attempted suicide as far as they were concerned and was the son of a dead Death Eater, whom he and Draco had killed, he was getting his Apparation license, too.
He was standing in front of the dresser, towel around his hips and butterflies in his stomach. "What are we supposed to wear to this?" he asked Draco.
Draco slipped off his robe and hung it up, looking over at his lover. Damn, but even after just having sex in the shower, he still found that Harry standing there in that towel made him want to drag him back to bed. It took him a minute to register the question. "Business casual," he said, then rolling his eyes, "Never mind; let me pick it out for you."
Harry shrugged and moved over so that Draco could get the clothes out. He sat on the edge of the bed and stared at Draco's naked arse. "How bad do you think it'll be?" he asked.
"Reporters are predictable. They will do anything for the story and the more sensational the better," Draco sneered, laying out a nice dark green button down shirt and black slacks for Harry.
Harry sighed and stood up again to get dressed. "Wonderful," he said sarcastically. "What exactly do we tell them? I mean, I know we talk about the wedding, but how do we make it 'sensational' or whatever?"
Draco shook his head, smirking as he slipped on a dark maroon shirt. "You are sensational," he said.
Harry snorted. "If that's what they want to think," he said.
Draco tucked his shirt into the crisp black linen pants and rolled his eyes at the way the Gryffindor missed his compliment. "We stick to the topic," he said. "Don't answer questions about the disappearance, my family or my 'accident.'"
Harry nodded, buttoning his shirt. "All right," he said. "Just the wedding."
Draco finished combing and tying back his long hair. He then smirked as he picked up a brush and advanced on his lover.
Harry stared at the brush and Draco with a slightly wary look. "Good luck," he muttered, thinking there was nothing Draco could possibly do.
Draco began giving Harry's mop a thorough brushing. He shook his head as he did. "You have thick, beautiful hair but you need to take better care of it," he tisked.
Harry snorted. "I have a lot of hair that won't do a thing I want it to," he retorted.
Draco brushed and Harry squirmed. After the brushing and some well placed charms it looked ... well, a little better. Draco frowned. "We are taking you to a hair dresser before any official photos are taken," he declared. "I need a trim anyway."
"I've never been to a hair dresser," Harry said, resisting, with difficulty, reaching up and shuffling his hair around.
Draco scowled. "Who cuts your hair?"
"Well, I've been to a barber before, but my aunt used to during summer and Mrs. Weasley has done it before, too," said Harry with a shrug and a raised eyebrow.
"That's ..." Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "That explains a lot."
Harry shrugged again. "What time is it?" he asked.
"Time to get going," Draco said, laying the brush aside and picking up his outer robe.
Harry sighed and finished dressing himself. "Let's go, I suppose," he said, walking over to the bedroom door.
Picking up the announcement and registration scrolls he had prepared and stowing them inside his robes, Draco followed his lover.
Harry walked down through the house and into the kitchen to find mostly everyone ready and waiting. They had eaten before getting dressed, and so they should've all been ready to go.
"Waiting on Ron and Bill," said Mrs. Weasley, sounding annoyed.
Harry nodded, his stomach swooping uncomfortably.
Draco got them both cups of tea, handing Harry his cup. "Remember to breathe," he whispered.
Harry took a breath then and nodded, taking the cup from Draco.
"Nervous?" asked Hermione, sidling up next to them.
Harry shrugged and made a bit of a face. "A little, I guess," he said.
Draco snorted and rolled his eyes. "He'll do fine," he added.
Hermione nodded. "You really will, Harry," she said. "You led the D.A. and now you lead the Order. This should be easy."
"I guess," said Harry again.
Bill came down in a couple of minutes, followed shortly by Ron who was looking a bit nervous, too. He was taking his Apparation test with Harry.
"That's everyone," said Mr. Weasley, standing and looking around the room. "Are we all ready?"
"Let's get it over with," said Harry with a huff and he, Draco, Ron, Hermione, Bill, Fleur, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley all prepared to Floo to the Ministry.
Draco took the tea cup from his lover and set it aside, then took his hand. He leaned in, whispering, "Right beside you, love."
Harry looked at Draco and smiled. "I know," he said, and soon they were all standing in the Atrium, and Harry was nervously straightening his clothes.
"Where do we go now?" he asked, looking around.
"You should get the Apparation test done first," Draco said, "if they let you."
Ron winced a bit at those words.
"Yeah, I guess," said Harry. "What department is that?"
"Magical Transportation," said Mr. Weasley. "Third floor."
Harry turned to Ron. "You ready?" he asked.
Ron hesitated just a bit and then nodded. "Yeah, I'm ready," he said.
"It's not hard," said Hermione.
"Whatever," said Ron. "Let's do this."
Draco huffed. He took Harry's hand and walked beside him, his head held high, seeming oblivious to the stares. In actuality, he was very aware of everyone's attention.
Harry headed off with Draco and his big crowd of friends making it to the lifts and to the third floor without any trouble. Everyone stared, but there were always stares.
Harry and Ron met their instructor, who looked at Harry and then immediately scanned the crowd of people with him, his eyes landing on Draco. He didn't say anything though and simply led Harry and Ron into a room to take their tests.
Ron insisted Harry go first, claiming that Harry should simply get it over with so that he would have one less thing to be nervous about, while he himself fidgeted and squirmed. Harry had agreed though, and in no time at all it seemed, emerged from the room with a smile and a license.
"Passed," he said, coming over to Draco and kissing him lightly.
Draco kissed him back, nodding. "Never any other option," he said.
Harry smiled and ignored the looks of the other strangers in the room.
"Told you it wasn't hard," said Hermione, grinning.
"I'm not the one who was worried," said Harry with a snort.
Ron emerged a few minutes later, looking very, very relieved. "Got it," he breathed and everyone cheered for him, making his ears go red. He smiled smugly and Harry snorted, shaking his head.
Now for the hard part, Draco thought. "From here it would be best to register the amended binding promises," Draco said.
"And where do we do that?" asked Harry, raising an eyebrow.
"One floor down," said Mr. Weasley.
Harry sighed. "Lead the way," he said, and Mr. Weasley did, leading them lower into the Ministry.
Once on the lower floor, Harry stood next to Draco, frowning. "I've no idea what to do," he said.
"Same as last time," Draco said. "I already have the scroll prepared." He held up the parchment. "The fun starts when we go to leave," he added.
Harry winced and nodded. "Yeah," he said warily.
They registered their binding promise, which took longer than the last time, as it was marriage this time around and they were actually in the Ministry. The last time they'd had the papers brought in for them from St. Mungo's.
The witch working with them kept throwing them odd little glances and got up at one point not to return for several minutes.
Draco leaned in, whispering against Harry's ear. "See the looks," he said. "Odds are she has already owled the paper while we have been here filling out the papers. Someone will be waiting when we leave here. Ready?"
Harry huffed, but took Draco's hand and nodded. "As ready as I can be," he said.
"We're all right here, boys," said Mr. Weasley when they were finished. "The questions start getting out of hand and all you have to do is say the word."
Harry nodded and sighed before walking slowly over to the door with Draco and stepping outside it, ready for the storm of questioning.
Like a flock of sea birds swooping in on a crust of bread, they were suddenly surrounded by reporters asking questions and flashing pictures. Draco held Harry's hand and raised his construct hand up to call attention and quiet the cacophony of questions. "We are willing to give a few answers," he said, "but first we would like to make an official announcement."
There was a lot of murmuring and excitement. A crowd of onlookers had gathered as well.
"Harry Potter and myself will be formally wed on October 31st. All other details will be provided later."
There was some additional shouting, and Draco held his hand up again.
"Harry!" someone shouted. "Why are you with Malfoy, a suspected Death Eater?"
Harry's eyes widened as all the shouting began. He was used to attention, but had never had to deal with anything like this before. "Er, because I love him and he's not one," he said to the crowd of people, tightening his grip on Draco's hand.
"Harry, when did you know you were gay?" another reported asked.
Harry raised an eyebrow. So that's how the questions were going to be. "I'm not gay," he said simply.
"If you're not gay, why are you marrying a man?" another asked.
"Because we are in love with each other," Draco replied. "Not everyone is gay or straight."
"Does that mean you are bisexual?" another shouted.
"Erm, sure," said Harry. He wondered why they would want to know something like that, but then he remembered what Draco had said about them doing anything to get a story and he remembered the ridiculous stories that had been printed about Hermione and himself in fourth year.
"Since we only intend to be with each other," Draco added, "none of that matters."
“Harry," another shouted, "was this your idea?"
"Well, we didn't really plan it," said Harry. "We're actually already married on the magical level or something. We just now registered that binding promise. Um, something called Great something or other." He looked at Draco.
Draco gritted his teeth and smiled tightly at the explosion this was met with. He squeezed Harry's hand and tried to catch his eye, but it was too late.
Lots of questions were shouted, overlapping. "Great Rite?" "You did blood magic?" "Already married?" "Where?" and others.
Harry knew he had said the wrong thing as soon as the questions were asked. "Well, it was unintentional," he began, "but we're both really happy about it. After we found out we had done the binding promise, we decided to have a ceremony on Halloween to make it really official," he said, trying to put the attention back on the upcoming wedding.
Draco knew only one way to get the attention away from the blood magic and back on their relationship. He released Harry's hand, slid his arm around him and brought his mouth down over his. There were gasps and the sound of a lot of photos being taken.
Harry's eyes widened as Draco kissed him and he was so shocked, he didn't kiss back for a bit. When he finally pulled away, flashes were still going off in his face like mad, and a thick cloud of smoke from the cameras hung around them.
"Again!" someone shouted. "Give him another one!"
Draco smiled and cocked his head at Harry, raising an eyebrow.
Harry snorted and shrugged, leaning in for a better kiss this time.
Draco relaxed into this kiss, allowing it to be real, kissing his lover with feeling.
Harry reached a hand up to the back of Draco's head as he kissed him, sliding his tongue into his mouth, but then he pulled back a few seconds later, grinning. "Let's not give them a 'free show' as George put it," he whispered.
Draco laughed, looking into those emerald eyes. He had so lost himself in Harry that he had forgotten where they were. Only Harry could make him lose track of the world like this. He blinked and turned his head to the reporters. "That's enough for now," he said, holding up his hand when they started firing more questions at them. "If you get this right, we just might be able to arrange an interview," he said in a teasing tone.
Harry grinned again, happy that they had indeed avoided questions about the Lucius mess, even though he had nearly messed it up. He nodded, taking Draco's hand again.
Ignoring the crowd, Draco pulled Harry along with him, his arm tight around the other man's waist until they arrived at the solid wall of fireplaces.
Everyone else followed along and once they were in the kitchen at Grimmauld again, Harry dropped into a chair at the table and sighed. "Well, it wasn't as bad as I thought," he said.
"The kiss was worth the kiss," Draco quoted, smirking as he sat down beside his lover.
Harry smiled as he remembered that first night they'd had together.
"You didn't need us at all," said Mrs. Weasley, bustling around to make more tea.
"Yes, but they could have," said Mr. Weasley, sitting as well. "Quite clever to kiss and give them the picture they wanted."
Draco was still looking at Harry, smiling. "We know what the lead photo will be tomorrow," he said with a grin.
"It's rather sad that they'd rather print a huge picture of me with my tongue down your throat than a story about Death Eaters," Harry said, shaking his head but still grinning. "Someone needs to start a new paper, although I suppose it benefits us this time around."
"People would rather see the Boy-Who-Lived get snogged by his notorious rival than think about the horrors of what is happening," Draco observed.
Harry sighed. "True, I suppose," he said.
"When are you going to get started on ze plans?" asked Fleur, throwing her hair behind her as she sat down.
"Huh?" asked Harry, looking away from Draco's face.
"Ze wedding plans."
"Oh, er, I don't know," said Harry.
"We would be delighted," Draco smiled indulgently at her, "but maybe Harry needs a rest after today's excitement." He nudged Harry, hoping he would agree with him.
Harry grinned. "Yeah, I'm a little tired," he said.
Fleur shook her head in a knowing way.
"You want to come up and take a nap with me?" Harry asked Draco, smiling at him.
Draco nodded, a small smile on his lips as he got up from the table. He led his "tired" partner up the stairs.