~~ H/D parody fic-type-thing. er.
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reenkaI easily admit I'm kinda high on sugar right now, but this H/D MST3K smutfic is cracking me up big time. It really is.
There should be more of these things. Mockity mock mock mock. Dude. I think I see my calling... calling to me. *coughs* 'Course, when I try writing a parody... well, let's just say it involves cheesecake and carrots -.-
The only problem is, I can't fully mock the -fics-, 'cause I can't mock -them-. I can only gently tease them. Grrrr. Grrrr, I say!!
...So I wrote an insane semi-parody way-too-fluffy and not-really-as-funny-as-I-think H/D mpreg, ahahahahahahah. Except not (just-- trust me). It's the sugar, I tell you. The sugar. Hehehe, feel free to MST3K or whatever, etc etc. This is just a bit of late-nite insanity, man.
Disclaimer: not mine! Don't hurt me! It's all an elaborate hoax, I tell you!
Author's Note: Um..... I blame the sugar. And also Tara & PsychoB, who are way too cute for their own good.
- First Comes Love -
"I want an abortion," Draco said in a tone that brooked no argument.
Harry sputtered. "Say what?!"
"You heard me, Potter. I can't take this anymore. I'm starting to bloody hate my body, and you should see the way Mother looks at me, and I can't even sleep anymore with these nightmares about the baby eating me from the inside, and--"
"But Draco...." Harry paused, wondering how best to phrase this. "It was your idea. The Malfoy line needs an heir, you said. You're terminally queer, you said. This is the only choice, you said. Remember??"
Draco hmphed, turning his still-shapely back to his overly tolerant lover. "I knew you wouldn't understand. You've always been denser than day-old pudding, Potter."
"Er--" Harry raised an eyebrow. "You know I'll support you if you're really dead-set on it now, but.... Are you sure this isn't just another mood swing?"
The fringe flopped heavily into Draco's eyes as he jumped up, twisting suddenly and leaping upon Harry's prone body, promptly starting to suffocate the other boy with a pillow. He growled incoherently for long moments, panting, his ire only increasing at the sound of his lover's muffled giggles.
"You don't think I can do it, do you! Even now, you don't think I've got what it takes, do you! Well, I'll show you! I'll fucking show you!! NO MORE SEX UNTIL I FUCKING GIVE BIRTH, YOU SMUG FUCKING BASTARD!!" To prove his utter commitment to this declaration, Draco was grinding his lower body viciously against Harry's crotch, hissing in triumph at his ungrateful partner's predictably swift arousal. Ha! He would show him! Sexual frustration, here-- he-- came--?
"Argh!" Draco screamed, feeling the beginnings of a tell-tale tightening in his balls. His traitorous body could not be trusted--!
Harry was gasping into the pillow, which Draco wasn't holding down very hard at all at the moment, dazedly thinking that he could easily live with Draco's ultimatums if they involved getting him off in the process of supposedly tormenting him.
Meanwhile, Draco had forgotten what he was trying to prove, exactly, and was focused on getting off himself by rubbing even faster. He was always much better at short-term planning, which didn't tend to do much for his Slytherin pride but usually did have certain other... rewards.
Their hips slamming against each other and the only remaining conversation consisting of pants and groans, the two came around the same time. Harry flung away the pillow and pulled Draco's face down, growling loudly into the semi-violent snog.
About five minutes later, Draco sighed. "I hate you, Potter," he said seriously. Tired out and sticky as he was, he suddenly realized that a nice big helping of cheesecake would really hit the spot right about now.
"Want some cheesecake?" Harry said sweetly, arm thrown over his eyes as his breathing slowed. He was laying next to him as naked as the day he was born, having divested himself of all unnecessary undergarments several moments ago.
"I still hate you," he pouted, but held out his hand for the cheesecake. A Malfoy took what they could get, biding their time; so it was all perfectly underhanded and ingeniously indecent of him, as it should be. 'Besides', he reasoned to himself as he reached for the plate. 'I need the sugar to keep in tip-top mental form.'
Harry snorted. He was entirely too fond of thus mocking Draco, but the boy in question was currently licking his spoon, and was inclined to be lenient. "This is news, how?"
"No, you don't understand, Potter," Draco said slowly around a mouthful of cake. Why must he always explain these most basic things, as if to a child? And-- "Mmmm, cheesecake--" That sugar was really hitting the spot. He shook himself slightly, licking his lips. He couldn't afford to get off-track. He must be firm about this. Whatever 'this' was.
A shameless hand reached out, moving Draco's own hand to feed the latest spoonful to another, entirely uninvited, mouth.
Draco's eyes snapped open and he was on the verge of doing some serious damage this time, when he saw Harry moan, licking at the same place Draco's tongue had been right before. Draco's throat got uncomfortably dry in a hurry.
Revenge, he thought frantically, biting down on his lower lip not to whimper at the sight. Remember! Revenge!
Harry chortled, though he was so polite as to hold up a hand to his mouth. Draco had jerked his spoon away, glaring rather unconvincingly and sucking at the now-smooth utensil. "You were saying--?" he prodded, trying not to give the game away by pouncing on Draco's obvious 'problem' too soon.
His lover was now munching on a bowl of carrots, looking for all the world as if he was blissfully unaware of the painful-looking organ still slapping against his belly. Sometimes, Draco could go hours, inflicting untold sexual deprivations upon himself merely to prove a point he'd forgotten after the first 20 minutes. Harry thought it was kind of adorable, though of course he'd never admit it.
"Good carrot, huh?" Harry said instead, laying on his side and propping his head up with his arm. Ahhh, Draco-watching. It never got old.
Draco mumbled something vaguely like a death-threat, though it was lost amidst all the loud crunching going on. Sometimes Draco had a carroty sort of mood, usually coupled with pickles and chips. Normally, it didn't come right after a cheesecake episode, but Harry supposed his lover was feeling unusually stressed today.
"As I was saying," Draco said around his full mouth, "before I got so rudely interrupted--"
--Harry didn't even bother to pretend he wasn't laughing in his face by now--
"--Yes. I really hate you now, Potter. You've got to realize that I will likely strangle you with my own two hands, when it's time for delivery. Don't think this is an idle threat!" Draco waved around his shiny spoon, which was still clutched tightly in his right hand. "Oh no! Your days are bloody numbered, lover. Like all my gold at Gringotts, you know." There was a satisfyingly loud crunch.
Harry nodded solemnly. "I suppose we should fuck more often, then. Considering my upcoming demise, it's only fair, don't you think?"
"You--" Draco sucked on a baby carrot thoughtfully. "What you are, Potter--" He crunched down viciously. "No, you're not an arse, that's cliche. What you are is an insensitive pig. I'm stricken with a delicate condition I may not survive, and you--" He rubbed his tummy absent-mindedly, cooing a bit. "You--"
Draco's eyes squeezed shut and his back arched as Harry gave a few languid strokes to his unabated 'problem'. To his credit, he didn't make any potentially incriminating noises, however. Though that may have been because he currently had a mouthful of carrot.
"Yes?" Harry prompted.
"God-- yes!" Draco came, somehow managing not to choke on his carrots. Again.
Ten minutes later, of course, he got his third wind back, which didn't surprise Harry in the slightest. He continued his interrupted monologue with his eyes closed, his head pillowed comfortably on Harry's bare shoulder. "Fair has nothing to do with this, Potter. If life was fair, I'd be multiple Quidditch champion, you would be on your knees 24/7, and Dumbledore and the rest of Hogwarts would still think I'm Lucius' pride and joy instead of 'The Boy Harry Potter Knocked Up'."
Harry kissed the top of Draco's head, expecting to hear the soft snoring start up any second now. Instead, Draco only sighed deeply, breath tickling something fierce and making Harry giggle.
"S-Stop!"
Draco ignored him as usual. "And now I'm too tired to even hate you properly. And that-- that, Potter, is least fair of it all." He cracked one eye open. "Well, what are you waiting for? Do you need a bloody signed invite? Massage my bloody back already, damn you! I am carrying your child, it's the least you can do, isn't it?"
Harry sighed, rolling his eyes, and waited for Draco to flop onto his stomach. He'd gotten spoiled lately, only falling asleep after he'd gotten several orgasms and a massage from Harry. If the other complained, he'd just bring up Harry's paternity in ever more strident tones until Harry really started to wonder why he didn't just have the damn baby himself.
He straddled Draco's back without protest, however, bending down to nuzzle behind the other's ear. It's not like he didn't enjoy this himself, of course.
On his end, Draco had to fight the natural inclination to purr, though he couldn't do much about his toes curling. "Bloody nuisance Gryffindors," he muttered, but his heart wasn't in it after two orgasms. Distantly, he wondered if he should cut back on the sex to preserve his rightful level of spite and bile, but the immediate and overwhelming horror put a stop to that line of thought quickly.
Draco arched his neck, meeting Harry's mouth halfway. Their tongues tangled lazily, and inevitably Draco got turned around and under Harry in a heartbeat. This got Draco's belly rubbed in a soothing manner even as they continued to kiss. Harry really couldn't seem to keep his hands off the belly no matter how often Draco grumbled. He supposed he had to live with it; the perks were okay, anyway.
Draco had little defense against tummy-rubbing, which would've frustrated him were he any less hedonistic. 'Bloody hormones,' he thought fuzzily, dragging Harry's hips into alignment with his own yet again. He was only seven weeks along in the game, so their sex life had yet to suffer, a future possibility which constantly haunted Draco.
What if it were real?
Draco shuddered. He supposed there must be something wrong with him in the first place, since the idea did occur to him. An heir would be handy, but....
What would happen to him when he'd need to be serviced by Harry like a complete invalid? When he wouldn't be able to pull Harry on top or climb on top himself, for that matter? He really might kill Potter then, from sheer sexual frustration if nothing else. That whole abortion thing was a brilliant idea of Muggles, if Draco did say so himself.
They broke apart for a moment, gasping for air.
"I still want that abortion, by the way," Draco panted.
"Yeah," Harry panted back. "Okay."
"Okay?!"
"Okay," Harry grinned.
Draco hit him in the arm. Hard. "Bastard!"
Harry just started laughing, burying his nose in Draco's neck. Who would've thought teasing Draco Malfoy would be so much fun? It was sort of insane how that turned out, really.
"Did you really think I couldn't tell?"
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Potter." Draco was rapidly turning a unique shade of red. He really was a lousy liar when it came down to it. Naturally, this only made Harry laugh harder.
"Oh Draco.... You and your silly schemes. You should get an award for effort, in my opinion."
Draco hoped he physically couldn't get any redder. Probably not, he thought. "By the way, what did Severus want with you at the party last night?" Draco said, changing the subject ruthlessly.
Harry groaned. He really was feeling a bit knackered, as turned on as he was, and Draco was all soft and cuddly these days, and.... "Snape told me I'm an ungrateful swine," Harry mumbled, flopping half off Draco and back against the pillow, though their legs remained tangled. "That man has to learn to let go, you know that?"
Draco sighed. "Well, that's because you are," he said reasonably. "And before you ask, if you're a pig, that makes me a ham."
"What pigs should all aspire to?" Harry snorted.
The world's first self-proclaimed pregnant wizard cuddled up next to his convenient body-pillow. "Mmmm.... I appreciate our understanding, baby."
"That's what I'm here for," Harry said smoothly.
"No, what you're here for is to provide me with half my daily diet of vitamins and nutrients."
"I suppose you're right."
"Of course I'm right. That's why I'm setting my mother up with Snape. Let her deal with this. I'm through being Harry Potter's baby vat, you hear me? Through!"
"Whatever you say dear," Harry smiled, already 99% asleep.
"Damn right," Draco drawled. This was the life, was his last thought. Now if only he could manage to convince Potter he was pregnant every year....
There should be more of these things. Mockity mock mock mock. Dude. I think I see my calling... calling to me. *coughs* 'Course, when I try writing a parody... well, let's just say it involves cheesecake and carrots -.-
The only problem is, I can't fully mock the -fics-, 'cause I can't mock -them-. I can only gently tease them. Grrrr. Grrrr, I say!!
...So I wrote an insane semi-parody way-too-fluffy and not-really-as-funny-as-I-think H/D mpreg, ahahahahahahah. Except not (just-- trust me). It's the sugar, I tell you. The sugar. Hehehe, feel free to MST3K or whatever, etc etc. This is just a bit of late-nite insanity, man.
Disclaimer: not mine! Don't hurt me! It's all an elaborate hoax, I tell you!
Author's Note: Um..... I blame the sugar. And also Tara & PsychoB, who are way too cute for their own good.
- First Comes Love -
"I want an abortion," Draco said in a tone that brooked no argument.
Harry sputtered. "Say what?!"
"You heard me, Potter. I can't take this anymore. I'm starting to bloody hate my body, and you should see the way Mother looks at me, and I can't even sleep anymore with these nightmares about the baby eating me from the inside, and--"
"But Draco...." Harry paused, wondering how best to phrase this. "It was your idea. The Malfoy line needs an heir, you said. You're terminally queer, you said. This is the only choice, you said. Remember??"
Draco hmphed, turning his still-shapely back to his overly tolerant lover. "I knew you wouldn't understand. You've always been denser than day-old pudding, Potter."
"Er--" Harry raised an eyebrow. "You know I'll support you if you're really dead-set on it now, but.... Are you sure this isn't just another mood swing?"
The fringe flopped heavily into Draco's eyes as he jumped up, twisting suddenly and leaping upon Harry's prone body, promptly starting to suffocate the other boy with a pillow. He growled incoherently for long moments, panting, his ire only increasing at the sound of his lover's muffled giggles.
"You don't think I can do it, do you! Even now, you don't think I've got what it takes, do you! Well, I'll show you! I'll fucking show you!! NO MORE SEX UNTIL I FUCKING GIVE BIRTH, YOU SMUG FUCKING BASTARD!!" To prove his utter commitment to this declaration, Draco was grinding his lower body viciously against Harry's crotch, hissing in triumph at his ungrateful partner's predictably swift arousal. Ha! He would show him! Sexual frustration, here-- he-- came--?
"Argh!" Draco screamed, feeling the beginnings of a tell-tale tightening in his balls. His traitorous body could not be trusted--!
Harry was gasping into the pillow, which Draco wasn't holding down very hard at all at the moment, dazedly thinking that he could easily live with Draco's ultimatums if they involved getting him off in the process of supposedly tormenting him.
Meanwhile, Draco had forgotten what he was trying to prove, exactly, and was focused on getting off himself by rubbing even faster. He was always much better at short-term planning, which didn't tend to do much for his Slytherin pride but usually did have certain other... rewards.
Their hips slamming against each other and the only remaining conversation consisting of pants and groans, the two came around the same time. Harry flung away the pillow and pulled Draco's face down, growling loudly into the semi-violent snog.
About five minutes later, Draco sighed. "I hate you, Potter," he said seriously. Tired out and sticky as he was, he suddenly realized that a nice big helping of cheesecake would really hit the spot right about now.
"Want some cheesecake?" Harry said sweetly, arm thrown over his eyes as his breathing slowed. He was laying next to him as naked as the day he was born, having divested himself of all unnecessary undergarments several moments ago.
"I still hate you," he pouted, but held out his hand for the cheesecake. A Malfoy took what they could get, biding their time; so it was all perfectly underhanded and ingeniously indecent of him, as it should be. 'Besides', he reasoned to himself as he reached for the plate. 'I need the sugar to keep in tip-top mental form.'
Harry snorted. He was entirely too fond of thus mocking Draco, but the boy in question was currently licking his spoon, and was inclined to be lenient. "This is news, how?"
"No, you don't understand, Potter," Draco said slowly around a mouthful of cake. Why must he always explain these most basic things, as if to a child? And-- "Mmmm, cheesecake--" That sugar was really hitting the spot. He shook himself slightly, licking his lips. He couldn't afford to get off-track. He must be firm about this. Whatever 'this' was.
A shameless hand reached out, moving Draco's own hand to feed the latest spoonful to another, entirely uninvited, mouth.
Draco's eyes snapped open and he was on the verge of doing some serious damage this time, when he saw Harry moan, licking at the same place Draco's tongue had been right before. Draco's throat got uncomfortably dry in a hurry.
Revenge, he thought frantically, biting down on his lower lip not to whimper at the sight. Remember! Revenge!
Harry chortled, though he was so polite as to hold up a hand to his mouth. Draco had jerked his spoon away, glaring rather unconvincingly and sucking at the now-smooth utensil. "You were saying--?" he prodded, trying not to give the game away by pouncing on Draco's obvious 'problem' too soon.
His lover was now munching on a bowl of carrots, looking for all the world as if he was blissfully unaware of the painful-looking organ still slapping against his belly. Sometimes, Draco could go hours, inflicting untold sexual deprivations upon himself merely to prove a point he'd forgotten after the first 20 minutes. Harry thought it was kind of adorable, though of course he'd never admit it.
"Good carrot, huh?" Harry said instead, laying on his side and propping his head up with his arm. Ahhh, Draco-watching. It never got old.
Draco mumbled something vaguely like a death-threat, though it was lost amidst all the loud crunching going on. Sometimes Draco had a carroty sort of mood, usually coupled with pickles and chips. Normally, it didn't come right after a cheesecake episode, but Harry supposed his lover was feeling unusually stressed today.
"As I was saying," Draco said around his full mouth, "before I got so rudely interrupted--"
--Harry didn't even bother to pretend he wasn't laughing in his face by now--
"--Yes. I really hate you now, Potter. You've got to realize that I will likely strangle you with my own two hands, when it's time for delivery. Don't think this is an idle threat!" Draco waved around his shiny spoon, which was still clutched tightly in his right hand. "Oh no! Your days are bloody numbered, lover. Like all my gold at Gringotts, you know." There was a satisfyingly loud crunch.
Harry nodded solemnly. "I suppose we should fuck more often, then. Considering my upcoming demise, it's only fair, don't you think?"
"You--" Draco sucked on a baby carrot thoughtfully. "What you are, Potter--" He crunched down viciously. "No, you're not an arse, that's cliche. What you are is an insensitive pig. I'm stricken with a delicate condition I may not survive, and you--" He rubbed his tummy absent-mindedly, cooing a bit. "You--"
Draco's eyes squeezed shut and his back arched as Harry gave a few languid strokes to his unabated 'problem'. To his credit, he didn't make any potentially incriminating noises, however. Though that may have been because he currently had a mouthful of carrot.
"Yes?" Harry prompted.
"God-- yes!" Draco came, somehow managing not to choke on his carrots. Again.
Ten minutes later, of course, he got his third wind back, which didn't surprise Harry in the slightest. He continued his interrupted monologue with his eyes closed, his head pillowed comfortably on Harry's bare shoulder. "Fair has nothing to do with this, Potter. If life was fair, I'd be multiple Quidditch champion, you would be on your knees 24/7, and Dumbledore and the rest of Hogwarts would still think I'm Lucius' pride and joy instead of 'The Boy Harry Potter Knocked Up'."
Harry kissed the top of Draco's head, expecting to hear the soft snoring start up any second now. Instead, Draco only sighed deeply, breath tickling something fierce and making Harry giggle.
"S-Stop!"
Draco ignored him as usual. "And now I'm too tired to even hate you properly. And that-- that, Potter, is least fair of it all." He cracked one eye open. "Well, what are you waiting for? Do you need a bloody signed invite? Massage my bloody back already, damn you! I am carrying your child, it's the least you can do, isn't it?"
Harry sighed, rolling his eyes, and waited for Draco to flop onto his stomach. He'd gotten spoiled lately, only falling asleep after he'd gotten several orgasms and a massage from Harry. If the other complained, he'd just bring up Harry's paternity in ever more strident tones until Harry really started to wonder why he didn't just have the damn baby himself.
He straddled Draco's back without protest, however, bending down to nuzzle behind the other's ear. It's not like he didn't enjoy this himself, of course.
On his end, Draco had to fight the natural inclination to purr, though he couldn't do much about his toes curling. "Bloody nuisance Gryffindors," he muttered, but his heart wasn't in it after two orgasms. Distantly, he wondered if he should cut back on the sex to preserve his rightful level of spite and bile, but the immediate and overwhelming horror put a stop to that line of thought quickly.
Draco arched his neck, meeting Harry's mouth halfway. Their tongues tangled lazily, and inevitably Draco got turned around and under Harry in a heartbeat. This got Draco's belly rubbed in a soothing manner even as they continued to kiss. Harry really couldn't seem to keep his hands off the belly no matter how often Draco grumbled. He supposed he had to live with it; the perks were okay, anyway.
Draco had little defense against tummy-rubbing, which would've frustrated him were he any less hedonistic. 'Bloody hormones,' he thought fuzzily, dragging Harry's hips into alignment with his own yet again. He was only seven weeks along in the game, so their sex life had yet to suffer, a future possibility which constantly haunted Draco.
What if it were real?
Draco shuddered. He supposed there must be something wrong with him in the first place, since the idea did occur to him. An heir would be handy, but....
What would happen to him when he'd need to be serviced by Harry like a complete invalid? When he wouldn't be able to pull Harry on top or climb on top himself, for that matter? He really might kill Potter then, from sheer sexual frustration if nothing else. That whole abortion thing was a brilliant idea of Muggles, if Draco did say so himself.
They broke apart for a moment, gasping for air.
"I still want that abortion, by the way," Draco panted.
"Yeah," Harry panted back. "Okay."
"Okay?!"
"Okay," Harry grinned.
Draco hit him in the arm. Hard. "Bastard!"
Harry just started laughing, burying his nose in Draco's neck. Who would've thought teasing Draco Malfoy would be so much fun? It was sort of insane how that turned out, really.
"Did you really think I couldn't tell?"
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Potter." Draco was rapidly turning a unique shade of red. He really was a lousy liar when it came down to it. Naturally, this only made Harry laugh harder.
"Oh Draco.... You and your silly schemes. You should get an award for effort, in my opinion."
Draco hoped he physically couldn't get any redder. Probably not, he thought. "By the way, what did Severus want with you at the party last night?" Draco said, changing the subject ruthlessly.
Harry groaned. He really was feeling a bit knackered, as turned on as he was, and Draco was all soft and cuddly these days, and.... "Snape told me I'm an ungrateful swine," Harry mumbled, flopping half off Draco and back against the pillow, though their legs remained tangled. "That man has to learn to let go, you know that?"
Draco sighed. "Well, that's because you are," he said reasonably. "And before you ask, if you're a pig, that makes me a ham."
"What pigs should all aspire to?" Harry snorted.
The world's first self-proclaimed pregnant wizard cuddled up next to his convenient body-pillow. "Mmmm.... I appreciate our understanding, baby."
"That's what I'm here for," Harry said smoothly.
"No, what you're here for is to provide me with half my daily diet of vitamins and nutrients."
"I suppose you're right."
"Of course I'm right. That's why I'm setting my mother up with Snape. Let her deal with this. I'm through being Harry Potter's baby vat, you hear me? Through!"
"Whatever you say dear," Harry smiled, already 99% asleep.
"Damn right," Draco drawled. This was the life, was his last thought. Now if only he could manage to convince Potter he was pregnant every year....
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Humour fics.
I could post some lj and H/D centred ones later, if you like.
PS. Nice fic!
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Date: 2004-04-29 11:34 am (UTC)And anyway, I barely read HP anymore.
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Date: 2004-04-29 11:40 am (UTC)Salazar Slytherin would be proud :>
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OMGYES!!!!!!!!1
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Date: 2004-04-29 06:45 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-04-30 12:50 am (UTC)Heheh, though I'm not the queen, unless I'm like a sub-queen or something, after... lesseeeeee.... Aja, Ivy, Maya, Silvia, Miss Breed and Aspen :D Aja can be empress and Ivy would be like... well, Queen. Cassie Claire can be dowager duchess, ahahahahah. Abaddon would be the
ponceI mean... prince. *coughs* And. Alex would be King :D :D! I can be an usher >:DUm. But yes, I um... I'm just not -reading-, I'll keep writing (as you can see, two in the last week or so, anyway, ahahah). :D
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Date: 2004-04-30 02:11 am (UTC):D
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Date: 2004-04-30 02:32 am (UTC)