Summary: "About? Ahh, you mean inviting someone else in our bed?" questioned Draco, raising his eyebrow confused. "But – what has that to do with Pot..." he stopped talking, realizing where Blaise wanted this to go.

Disclaimer: We don't own any of the characters. They belong to J. K. Rowling. We only own the plot!

Authors: DanishGirl (Kira) and Savage-Lilly (Sabrina).

A/N: After reading a lot of D/H stories, we decided to write our own, though we have included Blaise – because he is one of our favourites. This story is meant to be fun, and will involve Diva!Draco, Scheming!Blaise and Shy!Harry.

This fic is x-posted ImaginaryQueens at GreatestJournal(dot)com

Sinful Surrender

- Chapter 2

Harry walked back towards the castle, stopping every now and then to look back, to see if anyone was following him. He tucked his hand in his pocket, holding his wand tightly.

He reached the main doors, pushed them open and walked inside. The hall was empty, which Harry knew was normal in the weekends. Most people used their weekends in their dorms, either making homework or just relaxing.

"Hello Harry," said a husky voice. Harry jumped, whirled around and came face to face with... Nothing. No one was there.

"Boo," said a voice. Harry felt the hot breath on his cheek. He looked back, and saw that Malfoy was standing behind him. He was about to turn around, and ask what the hell Malfoy was doing, when another warm breath caressed his other cheek.

An arm was placed around his waist, pulling him closer to one of the persons behind him, who it was he had no idea.

Malfoy walked around him, stopping in front of him, which meant that it was someone else who was holding him steady.

"Malfoy!" he yelled, but Malfoy just hushed him.

Harry swallowed, looking nervously up at Malfoy. The blonde Slytherin was at least a foot taller than the petite Gryffindor. Malfoy took a step closer.

"I think we made the right choice," said the other person, who Harry recognized as Zabini.

Why was Zabini holding him?

"Um, what the hell are you two doing?" shouted Harry, feeling confident.

"Well, you see Harry –"

"And why are you suddenly calling me Harry?"

"Well, let me finish for once," snapped Draco, "You see, we have come to invite you to a little private party."

"Yes, we would really like if you could join us for dinner. We'll come and get you, just wait outside the Great Hall around dinner time," said Blaise and smirked.

"Why?" asked Harry suspiciously.

"Well, we think it's about time that we get over our little grudges," said Draco.

"Wait a second! You said private, who else is coming?" questioned Harry.

"Oh Harry, my dear, I trust that you do understand the meaning of 'private', don't you? It'll just be the three of us."

"Hmm...Why should I come?"

"Let's just say that we have a surprise for you," said Blaise and winked. Harry glared at him with wide eyes.

"So we'll see you then," said Blaise and squeezed Harry's arse. Harry shrieked and blushed. Draco who was still standing really close to Harry, whispered in a husky voice.

"See you later."

Harry gasped, blushing furiously. He watched as the two Slytherins disappeared down to the dungeons, leaving him stunned.

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"Do you think he will show up?" asked Draco.

"Of course he will. Didn't you notice how he stuttered?" answered Blaise, smirking confidently. Draco chuckled.

"Yeah, I suppose you're right, and he was in fact quite cute when he blushed."

"Told you so," teased Blaise.

"Don't get too cocky, my friend, or I'll take you up on that humble servant thing."

"Oh please do... princess."

"That's it!" said Draco and chased Blaise into Draco's bedroom. He tackled Blaise and they both fell on the grand four poster bed.

"As the king of the universe, I demand that you remove all of your clothes. Now!"

Blaise chuckled, but did however do as told. He slowly removed his clothes, piece by piece, trying to put on a show for Draco... which obviously worked. Blaise turned around, wriggled his butt while he slowly and seductively pulled down his pants. He glared over his shoulder, and smirked when he noticed how flushed Draco looked.

"Get over here!" demanded Draco, reaching his hand towards Blaise. Blaise grabbed his hand, and walked slowly towards him, pouting, which he knew Draco liked. Draco grabbed his hips when he was standing in front of him.

He sighed when Draco pulled down his boxers.

"Uhh, I see that you want this as much as I do. Now, remove my clothes – without crumpling it!"

Blaise licked his lips, wetting them. He pulled Draco's shirt off, and folded it neatly. Then he kneeled, placing butterfly kisses on Draco's chest, while unbuckling his belt.

But before Draco stood so Blaise could remove his pants, he grabbed the dark-haired Slytherin's chin, pulled him forward and kissed him roughly. Blaise moaned.

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After Harry's encounter with the two Slytherins, he walked slowly back to his dorm, contemplating whether or not he should accept the invitation from Malfoy and Zabini. He decided that it probably wouldn't hurt to see what the two of them were up to.

Not long after Harry had returned to his dorm, Ron returned from the library, carrying a lot of books.

"What's with all the books mate?" asked Harry curiously. It was quite rare that you saw Ron Weasley carrying that many books.

"I promised Hermione that I'd continue the research back here, but to let you in on a secret: I only did it to get out of the library," answered Ron.

"Can't blame you," smiled Harry.

"So what have you been up to Harry?"

"Well...eh...not much, actually, nothing...I've just done a bit of reading," stuttered Harry and grabbed a book on the table next to his bed, and opened it on a random page.

"Harry, er, perhaps it would help if you turned the book around," said Ron and grinned sheepishly. Harry blushed, but nevertheless turned the book around and glared at the letters, trying to look as though he was reading. Ron just shook his head while chuckling.

"So, wanna play a game of chess?" asked Ron, dropping all of the books on his bed.

"Nah, not today. I think I'll go and visit Hedwig. Maybe Neville will play with you?" said Harry, gesturing to Neville who had just walked in.

"Neville, my friend! We are going to play, so find your chess pieces while I set up the board."

"But-but... Oh bucker!" said Neville, staring at the door where Ron had just disappeared through. "Why me Harry?"

"Well, someone had to do it, and it has been ages since you played with him..."

Harry smiled, trying to hold back a chuckle when he left the room.

He walked out of the common room, thinking about the surprise which Zabini had talked about. He reached the owlery, whistling softly. Hedwig flew down, and landed on his outstretched arm.

"Hello girl." He whispered, petting her feathers softly. Hedwig just hooted.

"How have you been girl?" asked Harry, receiving another hoot from Hedwig. Harry walked to the latter and climbed it, making himself comfortable in his favourite spot – the windowsill. He looked out of the window, watching how the wind blew and moved the trees.

He stayed in the owlery for about half an hour, thinking about how the evening with the Slytherins would turn out. Should he show up? Or should he stay away? Though he knew showing up would probably not be the smartest idea, but he was too curious to stay away. He wondered what the surprise could be.

Thirty minutes later he was standing in his dorm room with a towel around his waist, his hair still wet from the shower. He went through his closet, trying to find a suitable shirt, but seeing that all his clothes was practically three sizes too big for him, the selection was not that big.

The door suddenly opened and Harry whirled around, looking scared. He had been so sure that no one would come, seeing that the clock was seven and everybody was already down in the Great Hall for dinner, but he had obviously been wrong, because Seamus had just entered the room.

"Well hello Harry, fancy meeting you here, just in a towel," said Seamus, obviously still upset about the morning's event. Harry laughed nervously.

"Yeah well, I was just going to...yeah well...ahem."

"Going somewhere? A date perhaps?"

Harry quickly grabbed the nearest shirt in the closet.

"Oh you can't possibly wear that!" said Seamus, looking disgusted at the shirt Harry was holding in his hand.

"Why not?"

"Harry darling, because it's ugly!" exclaimed Seamus, shaking his head, "Who's your date?"

"Who said I was going on a date?" panicked Harry.

"Well, seeing that you've just showered and – " Seamus walked closer and smelled Harry, "And put on some cologne, I think it's just too obvious that you're going on a date." Harry blushed and Seamus smirked.

"Well, you can't really call it a date, more like a friendly dinner."

"A dinner!! You can't wear that to a dinner," said Seamus and pointed at the shirt, "I forgive you for what happened this morning, come on and let me help you," said Seamus and led Harry to his own closet.

Seamus opened his closet, and Harry looked amazed at how all the clothes was neatly folded. Seamus grabbed a few shirts and unfolded them on the nearest bed which happened to be Harry's. Then he picked one shirt by one and held it infront of Harry, trying to see which one suited him best.

"Here, put this one on," said Seamus and handed Harry a blood red shirt. Harry took it and put it on.

"It looks good on you," said Seamus and looked as if he was admiring his work, "Now about the pants, I was thinking about just black."

Harry blushed, he had totally forgotten that he was still only wearing a towel.

Seamus handed him a pair of black pants and Harry glared at him, waiting for him to turn around. Seamus took the hint and turned around, sighing as though he had wanted to watch. Harry walked to his own closet and grabbed a pair of black boxers. He put both the boxers and the pants on.

"So, how do I look?"

"Wow Harry, you look amazing! If it wasn't because I was with Dean, I'd take you on right now."

"You're with Dean? How come I didn't know that?"

"Well, we've been together for nearly three months, and maybe you've just had too much on your mind to notice," said Seamus and shrugged.

"Yeah, well, I'd better get going now," said Harry.

"Right, well tell me how it went when you get back later... if you come back later that is," said Seamus and winked. Harry blushed at this remark, but nodded nevertheless.

He left the room and walked the long way down the many corridors, walking slower the closer he got to the Great Hall. When he reached the place where they were supposed to meet, he saw the two Slytherins waiting for him.

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