There was some confusion as to what my alias is on . It's Ann10155, if you are wondering :) It is not the same on Tumblr, as you may know. Unlike all the other Authors, I chose to make my Tumblr different than my penname on here. If I wanted to change it, I would have. To be perfectly honest, I have thought about it, but I wouldn't change it to what my Tumblr blog is because it's too prideful. Plus, one of my stories is named that! My penname is not the most unique, but it is my own and I am fairly proud of it. I'm not looking to be memorable. I do envy (probably more than I should) those who have such a huge following/review base. I am, however, perfectly content with what I have at the present moment. I am still relatively new to the fanficition universe and I will strive to better myself and encourage others as other have done for me. :)

With that said, I hope you enjoy this preview.

As always, enjoy.

-Ann10155

Naïveté

Draco x Hermione

Malfoy moved slowly, circling her predatory. Only like a deprived man would do its prey. His eyes roamed over every inch of her delectable, vulnerable form. His jewel looked marvelous in the dress of his choosing. The Grecian inspired was its own piece of art, but it was the witch wearing it that made it impossible to turn his gaze for even a second. She was even more remarkable when her body physically shivered underneath the intense weight of his gaze. He bathed in the fact that she was becoming undone because of him, and no one else. No one else would be able to see Hermione Granger in the more natural, feminine form. Only he.

"You know not of the torture you have put me through this night," he murmured.

Hermione twirled around him and he immediately set out to stop her play.

"Do you know how hard it was for me to restrain myself?"

She shook her head.

No, of course not. She had no fucking inkling of the disaster that had almost transpired. Hermione unknowingly exploited the evening. His shining jewel was gifted in the art of seduction and somehow used that expertise to her advantage, but if only she bloody knew how to use it! Alas, such a gift was wasted on untalented and uncooperative hands. So full of yearning, such thirst for knowledge that it almost befuddled him to oblivion just how unexperienced she was. As oblivious of her mistake was, she could not go without punishment, or at the very least understanding his feelings.

Malfoy brought his hand to her chin and forcefully lifted her head up.

"You were so vividly brilliant, my sweet. So much so, you've stolen the hearts of all that stood witness to your glory."

"Oh, you can't possibly think that, Draco."

He groaned. She knew nots of what her lips did to him. Even his name was erotically sinful on her lips that it took every ounce not to lean into her and silence her.

Tightening his grip on her chin, eyes darkening, he bid," Say my name."

"Draco," she whispered, breathless.

His lips moved to hover over hers. "Mmm… What your lips provoke. Tell me your mine; that I can keep you. No one else's."

Hermione arched into her Lord's touch, baring her elegant neck to him. He wasted absolutely no time devouring the space below her ear, close to her pulse point. With tugging nips of his teeth, he brought her quivering in a matter of seconds. Kisses rained down upon her sensitive column and she let out a startling moan.

"M-my Lord!"

"Yes, I am your Lord," he hissed, kissing up her neck and finally her lips.

His jewel shuddered and a prideful warmth spread through him.

Yes, only he could elicit these sensual reactions.

"What you do to me, witch," he murmured into her neck. "How I wished you would look at me the same way I look at you."

"Like everyone else does?" she challenged.

"What do you mean?"

"I can say the same for you, My Lord!" she said scathingly, pushing away from until a healthy amount of distance stood between them. "All those women- did you even think to consider my feelings and how they would play about the evening?"

He remained silent.

"For once, would it kill you to consider how I feel?"

Malfoy smirked. "You want me to consider your feelings, Princess?" he asked and she nodded. "Alright, I will consider them."

Fair warning was throw to the wind when his arms encircled her midriff, pulling her flush against her front and allowing her to feel his need. His eyes remained forever clouded by the hardened lust that befell him early on in the evening. He wanted her to feel it, to sense his dismay as he was sure she wanted him to feel hers.

"My gorgeous girl," he brushed the hair from her face and stared into her eyes. "If you knew just how hard it was for me to keep my composure."

"Why didn't you?" she croaked as he shifted his weight to his other foot.

He smiled. "Rip them to shreds as you would have done those poor suiters?"

She nodded.

"I would have done it in a heartbeat, Hermione. Though, I do not think you would want to swim in the blood of the men you once knew. The only thing that held me back was knowing that I would have you to myself this night. Mark my words. I will have my fill of you and we will not be interrupted again."

He brought his lips to hers and groaned.

The night was just beginning.