Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Daylight	By : pepperdoc Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13124 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter Universe, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 8
- 9
- 10
While Anthony went to his private room for his shower and change of clothes, Hermione was told where to find Rose and Luis, and the Mediwitch was sought out by Draco.
She knocked on their door and Luis answered. He was sweaty and wearing only a pair of shorts. She hesitated after he greeted her with a smile. He looked down at himself and back at her face, “I was working out, dirty mind.” He told her with a laugh.
Before she could respond, Primrose came to the door with her hair half straightened and wearing jeans and a tee-shirt displaying a comic book superhero logo. Hermione thought the name was Batman, but she couldn’t remember for sure. “Hey, Hermione, what’s up?” Rose said with a worried smile.
“Draco needs help with something. He wants both of you to come to Anthony’s chambers as soon as is possible,” She answered, relieved she had not interrupted anything private between the two of them.
Rose took the tie out of the half of her hair which was not straight and shook her head to allow her natural waves to cover the straightened part. She gave Luis a quick peck on the lips and stepped out of the doorway and into the hall with Hermione, saying, “Luis grab a shirt, I’ll meet you there.” She stepped out and closed the door. “Let’s go.”
They walked quickly and Hermione hated her legs. They were so damn sore and Primrose’s longer legs made her need to walk even faster.
“Forgot to mention, cute dress. Did you guys get anything else before the town was attacked?”
“We got there in the middle of the attack,” Hermione answered, panting. Rose looked down at her and slowed her pace. “Thanks. This is Draco’s shirt I transfigured.”
“No prob, little lady. I forgot that you’re so short. What’s wrong with Anthony?”
“I…er… better let Draco tell you.”
Rose looked at her with her intense gaze again and Hermione felt a bit uncomfortable. She didn’t know if Draco was going to tell them the truth about the Rowle situation or not. She was not in a position to be going about and telling everyone about his plots and manipulations.
They saw the Mediwitch and Draco- still without a shirt- reach the door to Anthony’s room just as they turned the corner. Rose looked at Hermione with a worried frown and then at Draco. “Draconis, you had better tell me what is going on right this minute.” Rose said sternly as they approached.
He looked at her mildly and answered, “Draconis is the Latin for my name, not my full name. I’ve told you that a thousand times. I’ll tell everyone at once shall I? Where’s Luis?”
Rose let out an irritated half-growl, half-huff, and said, “I don’t give a shit if it’s your name or not, it makes me feel better while I’m yelling at you. Luis had to grab a shirt, he’ll be here in 3…2…1.”
Luis rounded the corner as though on command, looking worried. “What’s happened?”
“Get in the damn room and Draco can tell us,” Rose answered, sounding irritated.
They piled into Anthony’s room and they could hear a low hum from the bathroom. “He’s still in the shower,” Draco said. He pulled open a drawer and put a shirt over his head. It was a little tight on the shoulders and was just a plain white one with a vee-neck. It suited him in a strange way. He continued as he pulled it down his body, “So I’ll tell you lot what he already knows. The man who attacked the school was using Polyjuice to remain here.” The three to which this was news gasped. Draco nodded. “Obviously I could not tell you, or risk the man knowing we were onto him. Hermione figured out that we were overlooking that he might have known from the first if he had, by luck, chosen someone who was high enough ranking to be in on the knowledge. In this case, we know for certain he was imitating Anthony.” The hum in the bathroom had stopped at some point. Draco paused, allowing them questions.
Rose asked, “How long did we know he was doing it?”
“Almost right after the attacks, I had suspicions. It made no sense for him to attack the school and then just leave without confirming his revenge was complete.”
“Hermione knew?” Luis asked.
“Yes, I did.”
“How long was he pretending to be Anthony?” The Mediwitch asked.
Anthony opened the door wearing jeans and buttoning his shirt, “Well, I know I was under the rubble of the Mission, outside after I fought him. When I woke up it was already mornin’ so I went to the meetin’ place, that was about I dunno, maybe 8 in the mornin’? Shortly after, the Auror’s showed up and before I could go find you, you’re already coming back into camp, so I joined you. Draco asked me to escort the two of you to him’n then I gave my report. I left to get someone else’n then I woke up again, trapped in the stables. So since then, I’d guess,” He told them. His hair was wet and he was barefoot. The steam from the shower smelled of a spicy soap which Hermione liked.
Draco frowned and looked at Hermione. “Then how was he able to impersonate…”
“The Auror’s may have gotten information wrong?” Hermione finished his thought.
“What information?” Rose asked.
They told her about the reports. “Oh, the Head Auror and his assistant are sleeping together,” She told them with a wave of her hand. They all looked at her, surprised. “What? No one noticed this? Seriously? They were so obvious.”
Luis looked up at his wife, “Hell, I didn’t even notice it. How did you figure it out? Using your Vulcan logic again?”
Rose grinned, “Must’ve been.”
“Vulcan?” Hermione asked.
“Star Trek?” Rose put her hand up with her first and middle fingers together and her pinky and ring finger together, making a vee between them. Her thumb stuck out a bit from the side and she said, “Live Long and Prosper?”
Hermione got it, she was talking about Spock. She looked at Rose again and realized she may be a lot smarter than Hermione had realized. “How were they obvious?” She asked, eager to confirm her suspicions.
She crossed her arms over her chest and answered, “Well, I noticed it because of the way that girl looked at Avery. Like she worshiped him. Then I saw them Apparate into camp together, separate to leave the site and then she came back but he didn’t. You should have seen her, her hair all stuck up all over the place and her robes on inside out. It was a total ‘duh’ moment. How could you have missed it?”
Hermione saw Draco smirk and he answered, “Sounds like dumb luck to me. But we can pretend that this deserves to be in your long list of amazing observations if you want.”
“Hey, you didn’t see anything, so it belongs there. And if you don’t cut the snark I’ll never give you pumpkin bread again.”
Draco and Anthony laughed, Draco answered, “I’m sorry, you’re completely right. Brilliant observations as always, Rose.”
She nodded haughtily and broke into giggles. Luis was chuckling next to her. Hermione was beginning to think they were all mad. Rose’s bread couldn’t possibly be that good. She rolled her eyes and said, “So what I don’t get is why he waited so long to strike.”
“What do you mean?” Anthony asked, still chuckling.
“Well, he had us pretty much under his thumb for an entire day, but didn’t try anything until the last.”
“Didn’t want to break cover until he had a clean shot?” Luis asked.
“Probably,” Draco answered.
“Anthony, I would like to get back to my book, can I check you over and go, please?” The Mediwitch asked suddenly.
A few moments passed as she checked him over and prescribed him rest for the next 24 hours and a liquid diet for the evening. “Not your usual beer, either. I mean broth and maybe some noodles,” She added.
“What, am I in college again?” He asked sarcastically.
The stern faced Mediwitch answered, “For tonight, you are. Luis, make sure he gets only that. He hasn’t eaten in a day and a half, we don’t want him getting ill on anything heavier,” Luis nodded seriously. The Mediwitch left shortly after.
“So, cold chicken and slaw sound alright to you?” Luis asked with a grin.
“Anythin’, just give me somethin’.” Anthony said laughing.
“Any clue on what he wanted from the two of you?” Rose asked when Luis left to go to the kitchen.
“He called us criminals. I’ve no idea why he thinks that.” Hermione answered, looking doubtfully at Draco.
“Well, his father was the first person I witnessed murdered, and I was ordered to torture him… before…” He answered uncomfortably and looking down at the floor with his arms crossed over his chest. Rose was looking at him disbelievingly and Anthony hung his head.
“Yes and he attacked Harry, Ron, and I. We left he and his partner stunned. Perhaps he blames us for his death? From his perspective it could seem to be our fault.” Hermione said gently, touching his arm.
Draco sighed. He sat on Anthony’s bed next to Anthony himself. Anthony wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Draco shook him off.
“Anthony, did you know you were second-in-command?” Rose asked suddenly.
He looked up at her, surprised, “I woulda thought that fell to Daniel?”
“Oh my god, I told that monster that he was second in command. Oh my god and he asked about the two of you because Anthony didn’t see you.”
“See you what?” Anthony asked. Draco smirked while looking at the floor and Hermione felt a blush rising to her cheeks. “See you what?” He asked again, looking back and forth at his friend and Hermione.
Draco told him quietly, “I felt the need to tell Hermione about some of my suspicions, and your impersonator tried sneaking up on us. He had to tell us the Aurors had begun to arrive. I didn’t want anyone gossiping about what we could have been talking about and it was not general knowledge to the staff that Hermione was ward of the Headmaster. So we heard someone coming and I thought, what a perfect way to hide what we were talking about. So I kissed Granger so that would become the gossip and nothing else.”
“It was fake?!?” Rose said in a loud voice a Luis walked into the room holding a tray of food.
“What was?” He asked.
“Their kiss!” Rose told him, without turning.
“Well, half-fake,” Draco said with a smirk.
“What the hell does that even mean? Hermione you’re ok with him kissing you to start a gossip train about you? And Draco, shame! You didn’t even ask for her permission? Did you even apologize? What the hell were you thinking?” Rose was shouting and speaking so fast, Hermione was certain it was all one word. Luis gave Anthony the tray and frowned at Draco.
“Rose,” Hermione said in a small voice.
She turned and stared down at her furiously, “And you? You lied to me! You sat there and told me you all but loved him! You let me think you two were star-crossed lovers! How the hell could you have faked so fucking well?!”
“Rose, shut up!” Hermione shouted, finally feeling angry. Rose stood straight and looked at her with mild surprise. Before Rose could respond, Hermione said in a normal tone, “He didn’t have to. I understood his reasoning. He’s been nothing but a gentleman. You had no idea what we were hiding, and that was the point.”
Draco stood and took Rose’s hand in his. She was only a few inches shorter than him, and had her head lowered, refusing to look at him. He told her gently, “I understand you’ll be angry because of your trust issues, Rose, but it was for everyone’s protection we had this ruse going. I actually do like her, that’s not fake,” She looked up at him, searching his face for a moment.
Anthony interrupted, “Wait. Ya’ll kissed? You kissed MY Draco?” He pretended to faint across his bed, without knocking his tray over. Rose smiled.
“Sorry, you’re right, I’m overreacting. You know how I get when it comes to not being told the truth.” She turned to Hermione and took her hands in hers, “I’m sorry I yelled at you.”
Hermione smiled and told her, “It’s ok. I think I would have reacted the same.”
Luis asked, “So… what did I miss?”
Everyone laughed and Rose pulled him to her and kissed him. “I’ll tell you later my love.”
Hermione glanced over at Anthony who had pulled the tray to his pretend fainted form and was eating chicken off the bone with his eyes closed. She told them, “You lot are completely bonkers.”
Draco smiled at her, “I wouldn’t have them any other way.” He looked back at Anthony, “Quit you,” He said, rolling his eyes.
Anthony popped his eyes open and remained lying down, “But I thought all this time… we were meant to be Draco,” He said, pretending to be sobbing.
Draco kicked Anthony’s foot with a laugh, “You’ve got one too many appendages for my tastes. Granger on the other hand,” He looked at her seriously. “Has just the right number, and beautiful ones at that.”
Rose sighed loudly and rested her head on her husband’s. “Alright, this is getting too gushy for my tastes,” She said.
“What? You two are always being gushy,” Draco said with a laugh.
“We’re married, we’re allowed,” Luis said.
“I think I’d like to go back to my room,” Hermione said, running a hand through her hair.
Draco looked at her intently for a moment, “I’ll walk you over. Rose and Luis, will you still be here?”
Rose looked down at her husband with a smile. “No, we were in the middle of doing stuff. Luis needs to finish his workout.” She poked his abs, whispering, “Fatty.”
Luis laughed, “Yeah? And you have half-straightened hair.”
She slapped him on the arm softly, “I was interrupted, you jerk.”
“I’d like some time to rest, as I was ordered to. Get out!” Anthony said laughing as he spoke.
“Well then, I’ll walk you over and go to my bed. It’s only been a few days since I last slept.” Draco said.
They said their good-byes and walked the short distance to Hermione’s room. She asked him, “Do you want to come in?”
He grinned, “I would catch hell from Rose if I did.”
Hermione looked up at him. “I just want to talk. Please? I’m not sure I want to be alone yet.”
He nodded and followed her into her room. She sat on the bed and he sat on the edge of her dresser. “This has been a weird couple of days,” She said.
“A very unexpected couple of days,” He agreed.
“I’m not sure what to do, Draco.”
He lifted an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”
“Well, I understand the appeal of moving here permanently. But I would have to find a place to live and then what would I do with my time? I don’t need to work and I only know you and your friends. I would be lonely.”
“So live in the Mission and work as someone’s intern.” He said simply, as though it should have been obvious.
“You’re so sure I’m staying aren’t you?” She asked, amazed at his confidence again.
“Are you?”
“I think I am, if I can figure out those things.”
He grinned, his dimples came out again on his face. “Good. Then I was right,” He said.
“Well, I certainly can’t have you taking credit for taking down Rowle.”
“No. I can see that would be more difficult with you here.”
“When did you decide you liked me?”
He sighed, “You’ve become a beautiful woman, Hermione. I’ve no idea how you’re still single. I don’t know exactly. In school, I was jealous of you, in competition. Seeing you again made me realize I’ve always wanted your attention.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Maybe Rose is right, maybe we are star- crossed lovers. What do you think?”
She looked down shyly. “It’s hard to explain.”
“Well, it’s my good fortune anyway.”
She glanced up at him, trying to figure out how to respond to his statement. “I hope I’m not making a rash decision.”
“You’re not. We don’t have to date if you’re unsure.” He looked doubtful.
“I mean staying here. Dating you would just be a nice incentive,” She gave him a grin.
He smirked. “You have no idea,” He said cockily.
“How does the Headmaster get chosen?” She asked, curiously. She wasn’t sure where their conversation was leading.
“Voted. That’s why we have to shut the school down for the rest of the week. We have to get the school board together and have them vote. Why?”
“Just curious. And what if the person voted in is not you? Do you not get to be Deputy Headmaster anymore?”
“That would be up to the person taking over,” He answered with a frown. He looked like he hadn’t even thought about it.
“What if they vote you in?”
“Well then I would become Headmaster. I think the youngest one ever.”
“Do you think you have a chance?”
“No, not in a million years.” She saw he was upset by the thought. “They wouldn’t want someone like me in that type of position.”
“What do you mean, someone like you?”
He frowned, and looked even more upset, “A former Death Eater? Pity case from the previous administration? Please, they want someone who has proven leadership abilities.”
“I think you showed your leadership quite well,” She said quietly, feeling shy as she spoke.
He looked at her affectionately, “Thanks. But it’s not up to Dr. Granger.”
“Ugh, don’t call me that.”
He stood and walked closer to her, “What would you have me call you? Just Granger?” He knelt next to her on the floor.
“I’m rather tired of that,” She said, her heart beating harder.
He touched her thigh through the dress and forced it open so he could kneel with his chest between her knees. “Hermione?” He said silkily, looking up at her intensely.
“That sounds nicer,” She could hear her voice was getting huskier. She wanted him, badly.
He ran his hands up her thighs and rested them on her hips. He said, “My girlfriend?”
She licked her lips, unsure of if he was asking her to be with him or perhaps just gauging her reaction to the words. He followed the motion of her tongue with his eyes, “That has a nice ring to it, I think.” She answered finally.
She felt his hands on her hips relax slightly. “I like that one too,” He answered softly.
There was a knock at the door, “Hermione it’s Rose, are you still awake?”
Draco sighed, looking crestfallen. Hermione answered, “Yes, come in.”
Draco removed his hands and stood again quickly, taking a few steps back. Hermione crossed her legs.
Rose was saying as she opened the door, “I brought you some clothes- Oh, hi Draco.” She glanced at him curiously. “Not interrupting anything, am I?”
Hermione laughed, “No, just talking. You brought me clothes?”
Rose handed her a bundle of cloth and told her, “Yeah, they’re all going to be far too large for you, but you can transfigure them to fit I’m sure.”
“Thanks Rose.” Hermione said.
“Alright, I’ve seriously got to finish straightening my hair,” She said as she turned to the door.
Draco and Hermione bid her a good night once more. Hermione put the clothes on the bed next to her. She looked up at Draco, unsure what to say. He sat on the bed next to her without a word. She gave him a small smile. He took her hand. She put her head on his shoulder. They stayed like that for a few minutes. Finally, Draco said, “I think we need to sleep.”
“I agree.” She decided she was not ready to fall into bed with him yet in a sexual way, but it might be nice to have his company. “Will you stay?” She asked softly.
He moved so he could look down at her. “You want to use the shower first, or shall I?”
She smiled, “You first. I’d like to take a look at what Rose brought me.”
He stood and walked to a hidden door behind the iron wrought horse. She saw a bathroom behind it and smiled to herself. The clothes on the bed were nice, she had to say- a few pairs of Muggle jeans and a few shirts. There was a night dress, too. All of them huge for her, so she put the night dress over Draco’s shirt and transfigured it to be about the same size as her body.
A few minutes passed with the gentle hum from the shower as she put the clothes in her drawers. She looked at herself in the mirror and noticed she was dirty and her hair was messier than she had thought. She wondered where she could go to get potion ingredients to make her hair treatments.
The door opened and Draco stepped out in a pair of sleep pants he must have transfigured from some article of clothing. The shower was still on behind him. “All yours beautiful,” He said with a grin. She laughed lightly and watched him flop his long body onto the bed. He jumped back up and moved under the sheets before she even made it to the door.
While the hot water beat on her sore muscles she reflected on the days just past. She washed her body and thought about Draco. She wondered if he understood she didn’t want to sleep with him in any other way than platonically. For now. She wanted him. But that needed to wait. She dropped the soap and as she bent to get it, she remembered how badly her legs felt. She hoped Draco hadn’t heard her groan of pain. A naughty thought occurred to her. She could masturbate and tease him if she wanted. She grinned to herself evilly. Then she decided against it. He told her teasing him was nearly torture. She finished bathing and dressed.
When she opened the door, Draco was already snoring lightly. She smiled. When she was crawling under the sheets, he made a sleepy noise and wrapped a long arm around her body and pulled her closer to him. She sighed contentedly. It had been a very long time since she had shared her bed with someone. She listened to his snores for a moment and before she knew it she was already asleep.
Sleepy kisses on her shoulder and large hands tracing her curves woke her. She was pleasantly confused for a moment, trying to remember who was next to her through the sleepy fog of her mind. The kisses moved to the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Draco, her mind whispered. She wiggled her hips to let him know she was awake. He groaned softly against her skin.
“Careful with that,” He said, “Unless you want payback for it.”
She smiled, with her eyes still closed, “You started it.”
She felt him smile against her neck. “I did. But only to wake you. I see it worked.”
His hand was just below her breast and had stilled there. He stayed still for a few seconds. “Come on, get up,” He whispered.
She groaned, half wishing he wasn’t so proper all the damn time. This was a time when propriety was a hindrance to her selfish desires. She scooted away and stretched. She opened her eyes and glanced at him. He had a feral look on his face and was staring at her while her body remained arched. She relaxed her muscles and sat up. She went to the loo with a glance back at Draco’s prone form. He had rolled onto his back and was watching her with his hands behind his head. He winked at her when she looked back.
When she finished using the toilet and brushing her teeth, she opened the door. Draco was in the process of stretching his sinewy arms above his head and arching backward next to the bed. He had somehow gotten his clothes and dressed while she had been in the restroom. He told her, “Breakfast is soon, I’ll meet you there?”
She nodded and he gave her a quick peck on the cheek before leaving. She felt strange being without him. The last few days he had been at her side pretty much constantly, protecting her. She pulled out a random pairing of clothes from the ones Rose brought the night before. She dressed and went downstairs to get to the cafeteria. A huge brown owl nearly brained her with a gigantic wing as it flew down the narrow staircase. It had an official looking letter clutched in its beak.
When she entered the cafeteria the owl was regarding Draco as he read the letter with a deep frown on his face. The owl’s head swiveled and she was surprised to see it was a horned owl.
She sat next to Draco and gave the owl a treat from the bacon tray in front of her. It hooted its thanks. When she turned back, Draco’s face was blank and he was staring off into the distance. He was thinking hard about whatever he just read. “What is it, Draco?” She asked after a moment of him not moving.
He cleared his throat and looked at the owl for a moment. He conjured a parchment and scribbled a quick response in looping scrawl and signed it. He rolled it and gave it to the owl who took silent flight. “I’ve been voted as Headmaster. Apparently it was a unanimous on the first vote.” He had no real inflection in his voice, it was flat, unemotional.
“Well, that’s great! Right?”
He smiled thinly and finally looked right at her. “Yes, I suppose it is.”
She grinned, ignoring his melancholy, “You deserve it, truly, Draco.”
His smile became a bit more genuine, “Well, I don’t know about that…”
She was about to ask for clarification when Al, the Potions teacher, called out a cheerful ‘hello’ and seated his large bottom on the bench across from them. He started telling Draco all sorts of information and gossip from the last few days, eyeing Hermione in between longwinded sentences. He was filling his plate to brimming from the serving trays between them while he spoke. Some other teachers began filing into the cafeteria groggily, and Al changed topics. He started speculating with Landon (Hermione found out from a whisper from Draco, Landon was the Defense Against Dark Arts teacher, although he looked young) who the next Headmaster would be.
Draco sat with a blank expression, listening to their speculations. The sandy-haired Landon thought it ought to be someone from another school “So we don’t have to worry about insubordination from people who know the man too well already,” He told Al without even looking at Draco. Hermione was, however and caught the smirk and dark look he gave Landon’s insolence. The two men started talking about who would make a good leader and the qualities they would need, too absorbed in their conversation to pay attention to Draco surveying the room. Just as they were talking about the speaking voice of leaders, Draco stood.
He walked toward the front of the room, where the huddled masses of teachers could all see him and in a loud voice, told them, “Ladies and Gentlemen. Can I have your attention, please?
“Today is the beginning of a new time in this school. We have lost our Headmaster in a blatant attack on the school to get to a guest within its’ walls. We have lost two students and had many injuries besides. I would like to take this time to thank each and every one of you for your role in rebuilding and protecting our students.
“The time has come, so says the Ministry, to select a new Headmaster. They have sent me a letter this morning informing me that I am now Headmaster of this school,” He waited a moment, apparently knowing he couldn’t be heard over the thunderous applause. When they had it out of their systems he continued with a smile on his face, “Are there objections? Please feel free to speak.”
The teachers and staff looked around at one another curiously, no one seemed to have anything to say. “In that case, I’d like to announce the school will reopen on Monday, officially. The students will begin returning over the weekend. I might suggest that we all get some rest and catch up on research projects during our paid vacation this week. Oh, and if you are interested, the attacker of the school has been caught, his trial will be in a month.”
Draco left the cafeteria with a bow, to echoing applause from his employees. Hermione could feel herself grinning, proud for him, even if he was a bit upset at the news of his promotion. She turned to grab a pancake to take with her and found the cool gaze of Al on her. She had never seen him without a smile and looked at him curiously. “So are you dating?” Al asked her bluntly.
She looked at him with a frown, “I don’t know if that information is any of your business.”
Landon elbowed Al, and said to Hermione, “Don’t worry about him, he’s always been too nosy for his own good.”
She smiled thinly and wished them a pleasant day before standing and leaving the cafeteria to find her… friend. To find Draco, anyway. She was caught for a few moments by Rose who asked her a lot of unknowable questions about Draco’s new position.
As she finally exited and decided he would be on the lowest level in his room or his office, she saw Anthony escorting a raven haired Wizard in front of her. Wait. I know that messy…She tentatively said, “Anthony?” Both Wizards turned and she saw she was right.
“Hermione?” The bespectacled man with his legendary lightning bolt scar said in his familiar and welcome voice. She all but tackled him in her fierce embrace, he laughed and held her easily.
“Harry!” She was laughing and crying a bit while she kissed him on the cheek.
“Potter,” A suspicious voice said from behind her. She let Harry go and turned to the voice. Draco was coming back up the stairs, wearing a different shirt and pants, and was eyeing his former enemy with unguarded disdain.

A/N: Ok, I know, we went over a lot in this chapter. I’m officially going to make this at least two chapters longer. The next chapter should have some naughty scenes for those who have been eagerly awaiting them. I know, I know, I’m sorry. This story is taking on a life of its own. I have to tell it as it happens in my head or I’m afraid I might anger my muse. You didn’t really think Hermione could just leave England and not get some serious questions from her former best friend, did you?
Review replies are up All two of them :( Here: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/51078-daylight-review-replies-n-discussion-thread/
- 8
- 9
- 10
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Daylight