Mother Knows Best

Title: Mother Knows Best – Share the Love
Author: Deviant
Fandom: Harry Potter – Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17, always.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter. I don’t profit from writing this.
Warnings: Jamie returns, also M/M sex.
Summary: After graduation and after the war, Harry and Draco meet by chance at St. Mungo’s while Draco is visiting his mother. A relationship ensues but secrets abound. How can Draco know what to do while his mother’s a mute? After all, mother knows best.



WARNING: The rest of the chapters will deal heavily in homosexual relations, particularly graphic sex between Harry and Draco. If this makes you uncomfortable, or is illegal in your country, or you just shouldn't be doing it at this age (or maybe you’re at work, you dirty perv), STOP READING NOW.




Mother Knows Best
Share the Love

Two weeks later, February 13

Severus and Draco entered St. Mungo’s with a quiet dignity, both their hands deep in their pockets. They didn’t know how this celebration would fare, but they were willing to give it a shot.

They made their way to Narcissa’s room and walked in with smiles.

“Hello, mother!” Draco said happily as he held a birthday card out to her. He showed her clouded eyes the front picture and read the inside to her. “. . . –py birthday, mum.”

He held out a small box with a picture of a beautiful long-haired blonde princess standing with a unicorn. The box had a large 200 on the side.

“It’s a puzzle for you, mum,” Draco explained as he set it on her lap, hoping she’d respond to him.

“Maybe you want to help her with it later, Draco?” Harry Potter’s voice suddenly asked.

Draco looked over at the door to Narcissa’s room and smiled slightly, seeing Harry Potter standing there with a bag, so obviously for Narcissa, with pale blue tissue paper poking out the top. He watched as Harry walked to the side of the bed and tried to hide his smile from Severus.

“What’s that?” he asked Harry once the wizard had set the light bag on Narcissa’s sheets.

“It’s a present I thought both you and Narcissa might enjoy,” Harry said, adjusting his glasses. “Should I open it, or you, or Narcissa, or who?”

“Um, I will, I guess,” Draco said shyly. He pulled a tissue paper fluff out of the bag and pulled a book out. “Guess How Much I Love You, by Sam McBratney. She won’t be able to read this, Potter.” **

Harry nodded and explained, “She won’t be able to read it, but you will, or Professor Snape, or whomever. Maybe it will help her, knowing she’s wanted back here and that she’s loved . . .”

Draco nodded and set the book on the dresser, the two hares on the front so reminding him of him and his mother. He shook his head and pulled out the second thing Harry had bought for his mother, a baby-soft, floppy brown stuffed rabbit. He stroked its head before he noticed what he was doing, and then he grinned sheepishly. “It’s very soft,” he said softly.

The Gryffindor smiled and teased, “Don’t you think you should give it to her?”

Severus chuckled and startled Draco, making him blush at his cuddling of the rabbit. He handed it to his mother, who only stared at it.

The newest Malfoy lord sighed with disappointment and began to turn away from his mother when he heard her gasp. She was looking right at the rabbit with a bright smile on her face.

“Mum?!” he asked hurriedly, nervousness straining his voice.

She looked up at him and smiled before looking down again at the rabbit. Her gaze fell on it for less than a full fifteen seconds before her eyes slipped out of focus again.

Severus sighed and Harry seemed to notice him for the first time. “Afternoon, sir,” he said with a slight tip of his head. “Can I ask, are you just here for Draco, or is it something else? I’ve noticed you come here often.”

Harry had smelled Severus every day, not but five minutes after he could sense Draco leaving.

“You may ask,” Severus said coldly, “but that does not obligate me to in any way satisfy your discourteous boyish curiosity.”

“Just as well,” Harry said dismissively, watching Snape from under his eyelashes.

Draco, sensing the tension in the air, looked up at Harry, then at Severus. Seeing the livid green in Harry’s eyes and the blackness of Snape’s eyes slowly melting into themselves as his heart broke again today, he laid his mother’s slender hand back on her soft blue sheets from the Manor, and leaned over, kissing her smooth forehead gently.

“Potter, come with me, I need to ask you something about Granger and the Weasel,” Draco said, putting on slight airs for his godfather’s sake. He walked smoothly out of the room, his new white fur cloak following his footsteps dramatically, leaving the door open behind him as he waited for Harry to follow him. When he heard Harry’s soft, padded footsteps, he turned around.

“What the hell was that about, Malfoy?” Harry asked, his cold eyes burning into Draco’s. “Hermione told me time and again that you had changed, but I can still see the same pampered ferret I met over seven years ago.”

Harry’s right hand clenched at his wand in his pocket and his teeth itched as he clenched his jaw, but he controlled himself and waited for an explanation, hoping beyond hope that it was good enough to calm him, else he didn’t know what he might do to the softly dressed waif of a man standing before him.

Draco’s heart almost stopped beating when he saw the depth of anger in Harry’s eyes, and thought he didn’t understand why Harry was so upset (worse had happened between the two of them, for sure), he was sorry. He turned puppy eyes up at the taller, stronger man, and started talking with a weak voice, hoping it would disarm the anger.

“I’m sorry, Harry, please forgive me. I just didn’t want Severus to get upset with you! He’s gone through so much lately, too, and I don’t know how much control he has over himself nowadays, and I just wanted to get us out of there so he could have a moment of peace with mum, and Harry, please, forgive me,” Draco burst out as tears welled up in his eyes.

“Dra-. . .” Harry started before Draco erupted into tears. He instinctively grabbed onto the blond and pulled him against his chest, stroking Draco’s fine hair gently as he rocked him.

Harry could see Draco’s tears and hear his heartbeat, but he didn’t hear the thoughts raging behind the blond . . .

What are you doing, Malfoy?! You were supposed to well up with tears until he said he forgave you, then hug him, then make him go home! You weren’t supposed to start crying like a little schoolgirl! He’s going to want an explanation for this, and what are you going to say, the truth? That you’re crying because you don’t have anyone to take care of you and love you anymore? That you listen to Severus throw a tantrum after every uneventful day here until you finally listen to him cry himself to sleep? That you curse your father with every step of your right foot, and with every step of your left, you lament his death and wish he were still here? That you just needed to be held, just for a little while? You can’t say any of that! You are a Malfoy, Draco, whether your father is dead or not, and whether you want to be one or not! Stop crying, you gay little punk! Your ancestors are rolling in their graves with agony at your . . . your . . . display!

. . . but he rocked Draco for endless minutes until, with a few choking sobs, Draco stilled in his arms, perfectly silent but seemingly content where he was. He smelled the same twat he’d smelled on Draco so long ago and looked up to notice another person standing about 20 feet from them. He glared heavily at her. The woman was wearing a dangerously low-cut, long sleeve pink blouse and loose black slacks. She had a wand at her side and she glared at him as well. Well, until Harry shook his head, moving his hair away from his forehead to reveal his scar. She glared only a second longer before she boarded the elevator that she’d just come from.

He stood still and allowed Draco his time to collect himself, admiring only Draco’s high cheekbones, softly tapered nose, perfectly sized ears, long and full eyelashes, the manicured nails clutching at his own dark gray February cloak, and his elegant, aristocratic neck. When he felt Draco start to pull away, he still didn’t speak, only smiling softly at the blond.

“I-. . .” Draco started before he sighed. He bit his lip and nodded, saying nothing else for the moment.

“You all right?” Harry asked quietly. He watched Draco’s face as he tilted his head back to look up at Harry.

“Yeah,” Draco said, equally as quietly. “I’m sorry.”

“No need to be sorry,” Harry reassured him. He relinquished his hold on Draco bitterly, knowing the Malfoy would want his space.

“Oh,” Draco said. “Severus is in love . . .” he began but Harry smiled.

“I had guessed he loved her,” he said as he backed away from Draco to recline into one of the hospital’s many and well-placed chairs.

“I’m . . . maybe we can go to dinner tonight?” Draco suddenly asked, a hopeful feeling fluttering in his chest as he watched Harry’s eyes widen.

“That would be nice,” Harry said calmly, hiding his immediate internal hurricane of thoughts.

“Oh,” Draco repeated, this time a subtle smile on his face. He suddenly swooped down on Harry and pecked him on the cheek, a pink blush developing on his neck.

Harry stared up at him until Draco started walking toward the elevator. “Wait! Let me walk you down. I need to get home as well.”

Draco nodded and the two of them stood in silence as they waited for the elevator to return to their floor.


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Harry tensed when the elevator reached the lobby. He could sense something familiar but he couldn’t quite place it.

Draco, oblivious to Harry’s sudden change, left the elevator and walked toward the Apparation point. He saw Jamie waiting for him and smiled a bit, wondering how she was doing in her new position.

When Jamie approached Draco, she was watching over his shoulder at Harry Potter, the supposed savior of their world, and noticed his acute interest in Draco. So, she swayed her hips a little extra and hugged Draco too long, whispering hello in his ear, all the time watching Harry Potter.


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At 7 o’clock on the dot, Harry Apparated to the alley beside Mama Rosa’s, an Italian restaurant known across the wizarding world for its secret family pizza sauce recipe. He looked around, glowering. He had gone home from the hospital earlier that afternoon but nothing he could do would satisfy his anger. However, the monster inside Harry had a plan.

He walked up the alley to the front of the restaurant and entered, holding the door open for an elderly couple making their way out through the line of people waiting to be seated. The family who owned and operated the business had already magically enlarged the building, but they either couldn’t or simply didn’t want to add more tables and chairs, desiring more than immediate satisfaction that their customers wait a little bit, enhancing the reputation of Mama Rosa’s.

Harry passed by the people waiting and made his way to the front, asking for one of the five private rooms that required special reservations and special people. The redheaded woman working in the front to seat all the people smiled and asked what she could do for him.

“I have a reservation for right now, the name’s Potter,” he all but barked at her.

She ignored Harry Potter’s rudeness, assured that the savior was hungry and didn’t enjoy being gawked at, with whispers behind his back. She nodded understandingly and said, “Yes, sir, your room is this way; your dinner companion has already arrived.”

Harry growled in the back of his throat, too quietly for the woman to hear, and followed her to one of the secluded rooms in the back of the restaurant.

The woman handed him a menu and stopped at the door to the room, opening it for him, but not entering. “Enjoy your meal, sir.”

Harry walked in, almost seeming to stalk his prey, as he kept his eyes on the regal blond already seated. When he entered, Draco stood and offered to take his cloak.

“No, thank you, Draco,” Harry said, his temper easing slightly at the blond’s manners. He hung his cloak on the pegs by the door and looked around the cozy, but decently sized room. There were three square tables in the room, but two of them had been folded up and pushed along the back wall, leaving just one table in the center of the room, two chairs on either side of it.

When Harry reached the side of the table, Draco was still standing, his emerald green silk shirt revealing, thanks to a strategically placed undone button, his aristocratic neck once more. Harry put his hands on the high back of Draco’s chair and acted as a gentleman, pushing it in as Draco sat.

After a few minutes, a waiter came in and they requested a very large, very cheesy, pepperoni pizza, lots of breadsticks, and, for later, two bowls of chocolate ice cream with diced cherries mixed in and chocolate drizzled on top.


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Draco lifted a piece of the pizza and craned his head forward, catching the slipping cheese and pepperoni in his mouth. He leaned his head back as he swallowed and with a chuckle at what Harry had just said, took a long drink from his glass.

Harry was hypnotized by Draco’s body, with its fluid movements and simple beauty. He tore into a breadstick as he told another story of his misadventures in Potions class at Hogwarts, listening to Draco’s cherubic laughter with barely contained restraint.


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“Draco,” Harry started as the two of them split the leftover food into separate containers. “I have something to ask . . .”

Draco looked up at him with a smile as he finished pulling his cloak on. “Yes?”

Harry opened his mouth like he was going to speak, but before any words came, he crashed his lips onto Draco’s, and took the blond in a deep and passionate kiss. His tongue flicked across Draco’s lips and sought entrance. When allowed, Harry plunged his tongue into Draco’s mouth, caressing it gently as he wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him against his body. He leaned Draco’s head back a bit as he continued to kiss him, stroking his hair, his ear, and his neck.

Harry got rougher with the kiss slowly, biting at Draco’s lower lip, clenching at his meaty backside tightly, grinding into his lap subtly. When Draco whimpered, Harry pulled back and grinned triumphantly inside.

Draco was standing there completely winded with a dazed look in his eyes. Harry could feel the blond’s erection against his leg and was sure Draco could feel his as well.

“Come home with me,” Harry whispered huskily, nuzzling Draco’s neck as he licked and kissed his earlobe.

Draco nodded mutely and took Harry’s hand, allowing the dominant wizard to Apparate the two of them to wherever Harry was shacked up.


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Draco closed his eyes when he felt the sensations of Apparation and when he opened them, he was in a room.

The room had high ceilings with elaborate molding. The walls were rich with wallpaper and ornamentations – sconces, large oil paintings, a portrait of a strange looking man. There was a fireplace at one end, a large canopy bed at the other, and a small table behind a longer sofa in the middle of the room. There were three large windows along one wall, each with long and thick curtains and a bench before them. The view outside was obscenely grand, fruit trees, rose bushes, flowerbeds, a large pond or a small lake, topiaries, and more garden stretched beyond his view to the sides. The sofa was paired with two plush chairs and a small coffee table with several books on it, all facing a fireplace. Several bookcases lined the wall opposite the windows and an ornate door led, presumably, to the rest of the mansion.

And suddenly, it was all gone. A silk tie was bound across his eyes and he gasped as he felt Harry’s lips along his neck. He heard the Gryffindor growl in his throat, his lips pressed against his crook between his neck and shoulder, and he smirked.

“You want me, Potter?” he asked deeply as he heard the back of his shirt being torn open. His shirt was pushed forward, off his arms, and he heard it softly hit the floor. Draco moaned when he felt Harry’s hands wrapping around him, undoing his belt buckle.

“Do you want me?” Harry asked in return as he began to undo Draco’s pants. He slowly pulled the belt out of his belt loops and tossed it aside. He unzipped Draco’s pants but then changed his mind and tore them off him instead, splitting the legs all the way up in the back. He waited as Draco toed off his shoes and socks and then grinned.

Though Draco couldn’t see it, there was a feral look in Harry’s eyes. The black haired wizard lifted the smaller blond and tossed him over his shoulder, making his way to his nearby bed.

Draco gasped when he was flung onto the bed and inhaled and held it as he felt Harry climbing onto the bed, too. He was totally naked and blindfolded, but he could see Harry in his mind.

In his mind’s eye, the taller, more powerful wizard was naked, too, his bronze chest gleaming with sweat and rolling with muscle. His arms, corded with more muscle, tied his own slender and pale arms gently but tightly to the headboard. His erection was strong and straight and, in his mind, Harry skipped the foreplay for now, and skipped straight to the main course, driving his hard flesh into Draco.

Draco moaned with the images his mind assaulted him with. He wondered if his thoughts were true when he suddenly felt Harry tying his arms above his head.

“Don’t want you getting away,” Harry whispered huskily into Draco’s ear.

The blond jumped, not expecting Harry to be so close. He felt a tooth scrape over his nipple and he groaned, arching upwards. He felt silken ties around his ankles and felt them being tied in knots around them. He couldn’t see what Harry was doing, but the dominant wizard had ropes coming down from the bed’s canopy, and he tied the rope to the silken ties around Draco’s ankles, suspending the boy’s bottom half in the air, his ass lifted only a couple of inches, but his ankles raised a few feet off the bed.

Draco moaned softly and his erection twitched as he felt a tongue pressed against his hole. For what seemed like hours, the tongue just rested there, against the surface of his entrance, as he struggled to rut against it with no success.

He could feel Harry’s fingers digging into his hips and suddenly, Harry’s tongue dove into his hole.

Draco keened and pushed against Potter’s invading muscle and groaned with relish as Harry began to fuck him with it. He felt a finger push into him and his dick pulsed again. Harry slowly began to stretch him, pushing in a second finger, along with his tongue.

Draco couldn’t imagine what awkward pose Harry was in, but he felt Harry’s fingers curling upwards and pressing against his prostate while his tongue thrust into him from underneath his fingers. He shouted out as Harry pressed his prostate again, his legs twitching and jerking in their suspended positions.

Harry heard his name and a slew of curse words as he continued to work Draco’s prostate, stretching him subtly all the while. When he had managed to get his first two fingers on each hand into Draco and stretched him like that, he moved away from the hole, satisfied that it could take him without any pain.

Draco felt Harry moving away and begged pitifully, “Please, please, Potter, oh please, fuck me. Fuck my hole, own me, please, Harry, please, fuck me!”

Slicking a bit of muggle warming oil onto his erection, Harry kneeled in between Draco’s lifted legs and positioned his cock at Draco’s entrance.

“No, no, please,” Draco begged as he felt Harry only brushing the tip of his cock across his hole. “Please, please, Potter, inside! Put it inside me!”

Draco could suddenly smell vanilla and the oil Harry had just used when he felt kisses pressed to his neck. He felt teeth sink into his skin at the same second Harry forced his whole cock into his hole.

“Oh, Merlin!” Draco called out. He rolled his hips and tried to fuck himself on the rather large appendage that he was suddenly so aware of.

Harry groaned as he bit Draco’s neck gently. He forced himself to pull away from Draco’s neck and instead, buried his face, mouth firmly clamped shut, in Draco’s armpit and began to ride him, forcing his cock deeper into Draco.

Every thrust was torture for Draco as he whimpered continuously, “Harder, harder, please, Harry, harder, please.”

Harry shifted his position and grabbed at the thick and soft blanket under Draco and twisted one of his fists in it. He rested his right hand on Draco’s hip for seconds before he grabbed it and obeyed Draco, fucking him slowly harder and harder, until he had built up a speed and a bruising force that knocked the wind out of both of them every time.

Harry growled, thinking again about the woman at St. Mungo’s. He smiled evilly and said strongly, “You belong to me, Malfoy!”

“Yes!” Draco called out loudly. He felt suction on his nipples and then he heard Harry whisper something. He realized it was a spell when he felt his penis suddenly covered in whatever Harry did to him. Harry kissed his nipple and Draco could feel kisses across every inch of his dick. Harry slowly dragged his tongue ticklingly along Draco’s skin and it was repeated all along his shaft. Draco felt a gentle nip and it echoed across his skin.

He screamed in pleasure as Harry suckled on his nipple and slammed into him repeatedly.

Harry idly wondered through everything if he should gag Draco next time but when he heard Draco’s babbling and begging, he knew he would always want to hear it.

Draco cried out for mercy, for Harry to go harder, that he was his, yes, yes, and then he just cried out. He tried to shout that he was coming, but he couldn’t catch his breath enough to say it. His vision was going white as his back arched painfully, his body taking and craving every inch of Harry that it could get. He felt his cock throbbing painfully before Harry’s broad hand wrapped around it, slowly tugging along the needy flesh before his blindfold was torn away.

He stared up at Harry and reached his orgasm, the sight of deep green eyes, sweat soaked hair, and the perfect bronze body he had been imaging completely overwhelming him.

Harry could sense Draco’s impending orgasm and started to slowly jack him off, but in turn, speeding his thrusts until it was a rapid crescendo of flesh slapping flesh. He felt Draco’s muscles rippling and with a loud cry, he filled Draco’s ass and kept on pulsing, Draco squeezing more out of him.

Draco matched Harry’s scream and with hard jerks of his legs and hips, coated Harry’s chest with come, almost pulling his arms out of socket as he arched.

Draco remained in his arched position as he panted harshly, trying to regain his breath. He tried to look at Harry, but every time he did, his cock throbbed painfully. What he didn’t know is that Harry suffered the same thing and tried to keep his eyes closed or off Draco’s perfect body.

Draco’s hole pulsed with memory and he couldn’t close his legs, even after Harry had released him. His arms were untied as well and he lay bonelessly on the broad bed, panting and dirty.

Harry smirked gently, glad of his prowess, and nuzzled Draco’s jaw.

“Wow,” Draco muttered, his legs still bent at the knee, but his breathing under control.

“Yeah,” Harry answered, still breathing heavily.

“I’m going to take a nap, I think,” Draco said, sounding like he was asleep already. His eyes were shut as he lay in almost the exact position he had been in the entire time. His eyes popped open just long enough to see a green-eyed wizard lying down next to him and to admire the carvings of the canopy supports, before he felt himself pulled into strong arms and knew no more.


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Harry awoke a few hours later, knowing midnight had passed already, to a gentle lapping against his cock. It was standing at attention with a small blond head lying on his thigh. He groaned as Draco stroked his balls, and watched the blond turn up to look at him with a smile. Draco shifted onto his hands and knees and proceeded to suck the erect length, swallowing it only about halfway before choking. Harry was going to say he didn’t need to give him oral sex if he didn’t want to but Draco looked up at him again with flushed cheeks and a smile.

When Draco had awoken, he had groaned as he felt Harry’s erection pressed firmly against his ass. He didn’t know if he was up for mounting Harry’s cock and riding his lover into wakefulness, but the temptation of its presence was too much to ignore. When he turned around and saw it for the first time, he moaned at its size and straightness, save for a slight curve upward that made it want to rest on Harry’s stomach and poke a little into his navel.

Draco swirled his tongue around the tip of Harry’s cock and grinned when he felt Harry arch upwards toward his mouth. He took him into his mouth again and tried to take more of the large cock, but couldn’t get much farther than he had a few minutes ago. He was about to force it when he felt a hand on the back of his head.

“Get on your knees, Draco,” Harry’s voice said gently. Draco’s breathing sped up and he turned so he was facing the foot of the bed, positioned on all fours. When he heard no movement, he was sure Harry was mesmerized by his puckered entrance.

“Go on, Harry,” Draco whispered bravely. “Take me.”

Harry growled and the bed moved as he shifted. Draco shook his ass just a little to tease Harry until he felt hands clenching into his cheeks.

“Don’t be so eager, Malfoy,” Harry said with a smile in his voice. “I might see that as an invitation.”

Draco smiled and relaxed his front half, resting against his folded forearms and the bed, leaving his ass prominently exposed. “What happens if I’m a bad boy?” he asked, before wondering in shock at his words.

“Well . . .” Harry said as Draco breathed heavier.

SLAP!

With no warning, Harry spanked Draco’s cheek, leaving a red handprint against the satin skin. He leaned forward and dug his tongue into Draco’s hole, French kissing it to draw out more moans from the blond. He stuck his tongue out farther and fucked the blond with it before slipping another finger into his hole.

“No, no, Harry, I can take it,” Draco said as he felt himself being stretched. The youngest Malfoy Lord was in no mood to have to wait for Harry’s cock.

“Maybe you can, maybe you can’t,” Harry said as he slid another finger in and scissored them, “but I’ll stretch you nonetheless. I don’t want to hurt you.”

After another minute or two, Harry slid his cock into Draco’s eagerly waiting hole and slowly thrust in, watching as Draco clawed at the blanket, bunching them up in his hands.

“You want it fast or slow, Malfoy?” Harry asked with a grin and he pulled almost all the way out of Draco.

“Oh, fast, please, Harry,” Draco whispered urgently as he tried to push himself backwards onto Harry’s cock again. He felt a hand against one cheek, holding him in place, and he groaned.

“Fast?”

Harry jerked his hips forward again, burying himself all the way into Draco, before he picked up a pace that would ensure neither man lasted for very long.

“Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh,” Draco gasped with every jerk of his slight body. Every thrust was perfect, hitting and prodding his prostate as his toes curled and his calf muscles tensed. He felt Harry pull almost all the way out and cried out as the thick cock jabbed back into him.

Within minutes, he was clenching around and pushing against Harry, clawing at the blanket and spilling come onto the bed beneath them. Every nerve crackled as Harry thrust into him a few more times before filling him again, collapsing across Draco’s still kneeling body.

After Harry pulled out, Draco stroked the back of his shoulder and felt more small bite marks bleeding. He grinned and cuddled deeply into the blankets they had finally pulled back, falling asleep with his Harry.







A/N: Still no internet, guys. I'm sorry. Turns out the money flows a lot differently when you've moved out and have to pay for everything on your own, without mommy's help! Here's to hoping I can get all my accounts managed soon and get internet access at my own home instead of having to find some time to get to my mother's. *crosses fingers*

** Guess How Much I Love You is a real book, and is a good book, but is also from To the Moon, by Constant Vigilance. I love that fic! :)

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