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 on ImaginaryQueens at GreatestJournal(dot)com

Sinful Surrender

- Chapter 1

Blaise yawned, snuggled closer to his lover's body. He sighed, feeling content. Draco was still fast asleep and Blaise couldn't help but smile dreamingly at how innocent Draco looked right now, his usual smirk was completely gone.

"Draco?" whispered Blaise, and when he didn't get a reply, he smirked. He placed his hand on Draco's chest, his nails faintly touching the blonde's nipple. He moved his index finger closer, now touching the nipple with more pressure, which earned him a moaned from Draco.

Draco opened one eye and glared questioningly at Blaise.

"What are you doing?"

"Just wanted to see if my little princess was awake," answered Blaise.

"I'm not a princess, I'm the sexy, handsome, gorgeous, good-looking Prince of Darkness, and be happy that I haven't made you bow to me, although you should, considering the fact that I am thee King."

"Thee King? Draco, honey... I thought I was the King."

"Yeah, well – that was last night, and it was a one time thing. I mean, come on, I have the looks, and power."

Blaise punched Draco's shoulder playfully, grinning sheepishly.

"Whatever you say, my princess," said Blaise and got out of bed, heading for the bathroom.

"Why you, you little midget!" said Draco, running after Blaise, and pinned him against the wall. "Take that back!"

"Make me!" answered Blaise, croaked an eyebrow, smirking.

Draco kissed him hard on the lips, and Blaise couldn't help but moan.

As Draco continued ravishing Blaise' mouth, Blaise could feel himself becoming more aroused.

Draco took one step back.

"You do realize that as King I can use sex against you, right?"

"Wh-what?" stuttered Blaise, feeling oddly incoherently and light-headed.

Draco just smirked and walked around him, and closed the bathroom door right in Blaise' face.

"But I'll be your humble servant," said Blaise desperately.

"Nice try," came a muffled reply through the closed door. Blaise sighed.

--- --- ---

Meantime in the 7th years' Gryffindor dormitories was The Boy Who Lived starting to awake.

"Harry, mate? You need to wake up. Breakfast is nearly over. I'm hungry..." whined Ron. Harry yawned, rubbed his eyes.

"This love has taken its toll on me, She said Goodbye too many times before, And her heart is breaking in front of me, I have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore..."

"Oh God! Stop torturing me. I'm up!" said Harry, trying to hide his head under his pillow.

"Torturing you? Wh-what do you mean? I'm singing!" said Seamus, practically sobbing.

"You weren't trying to get me out of bed...?" Harry blushed and smiled sheepishly, realizing his mistake. "Sorry mate... Eh, you sing really well..."

"Hmpf!" Seamus turned his back to him, glaring at the wall.

"I think you're an amazing singer," said Dean, glaring evilly at Harry. Dean placed his arm around Seamus, whispering something to Seamus while sending Harry evil glares over his shoulder.

Harry sighed, noticing Ron was trying to hold back his laughter, he gave Ron a 'stop-now' look.

"Come on mate, let's get ready for breakfast," said Ron.

Finally when the two of them were fully dressed, they made their way to the Great Hall. On their way they met Hermione, who was waiting for them outside the Great Hall.

Hermione, who had noticed Ron's horrible attempt to hold back his laughter, asked what it was all about. This made Ron break out in a hysterical laughter which could be heard all through the Great Hall. Everyone turned to look what was going on, including Blaise and Draco at the Slytherin table.

"Blimey, make him stop Harry!" Hermione whined. Harry who was blushing while fighting with his own laughter, placed his hand on Ron's mouth.

"I'm telling you, you should have been there, 'Mione! Harry made a complete fool of himself," said Ron when his laughter had finally faded.

"Really? How? Do tell," said Hermione curiously, looking a bit too eager.

Harry blushed, and Ron told Hermione about what had just happened back in their dormitories.

--- --- ---

"Stop it, you're crumpling my robe. Now I have to get it ironed again," said Draco, trying to avoid the nudges from Blaise' elbow in his ribs.

"Did you see that?" asked Blaise, mentioning towards the Gryffindor table.

"You mean the Weasel's horrible and disgusting laughter?" asked Draco, raising an eyebrow, looking confused at the dark-haired Slytherin.

"No," said Blaise, shaking his head. "I mean Potter."

"What do you mean?" asked Draco, now whispering.

"Finished with your breakfast?"

Draco nodded, and Blaise stood, followed by Draco. They walked out of the Great Hall, heading towards the dungeons. They walked in silence, and didn't utter a word until they finally reached their common room. Blaise whispered the password, dragging Draco with him inside.

Blaise sat in the couch, pulling Draco down beside him. He glared around, making sure no one else was there, and when he was positive they were alone, he turned to Draco who looked a bit upset.

"Was it necessary to drag me all the way down here? Why couldn't you just have told me in the Great Hall?" asked Draco, pouting.

"You remember our talks about... you know?"

"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.

"You can't mean Potter!" he yelled.

"Why not?" asked Blaise, smirking. "Didn't you see how gorgeous he was when he blushed? I wonder if he's blushing all over..." said Blaise, dreamingly.

"Gorgeous? Hey! I'm the gorgeous one!" huffed Draco, folding his arms across his chest.

"Darling, I'm not comparing you with him. I just think he would be perfect."

"Why him?"

"Well, first off, he is easy to manipulate. Second, he is too innocent to not be a virgin. Third, he has this mysterious aura, which kind of draws me to him. And fourth, this is a thing you would be superior in, no matter what happens, just think about it. Draco Malfoy, teaching The Boy Who Lived how to enjoy sex!"

"First, sounds good. Second, sounds good too. Third, you're only supposed to be drawn to my mysterious aura! Fourth, I will always be superior, no matter what. Other than that, I think I like this idea of bringing Potter into this. Oh god, I'd have to start calling him Harry then, wouldn't I? That hideous name! Hmm, do you think he would consider getting a new name? Maybe, Draco's bitch?" said Draco.

Blaise rolled his eyes.

"I think he'll accept any name once we're through with him," said Blaise and grinned evilly.

"Hmm, we need to know all about him... Shall we begin?"

Blaise nodded, and both boys stood, and left the common room.

--- --- ---

"Hermione?"

"Yeah, what is it Harry?"

"Do you think they are following us?"

"Who?" asked Hermione, looking back towards the castle behind them. "I can't see any... Are you feeling okay? Maybe you're starting to get ill?"

Harry, who had looked back as well, found that nobody was there. Maybe he was starting to get ill? He touched his forehead, but couldn't feel anything. Hmm... He was probably just imagining things. Why would Malfoy and Zabini follow him – them?

He started to walk again, followed by Hermione and Ron who was now bickering about something. He had no idea about what, but that was normal. They usually bickered, and he had learned to tune them out.

Finally they arrived at Hagrid's hut. Hermione stepped forward and knocked on the large door in front of them.

"Hagrid, it's us. Are you home?" She asked.

"Oh hi, you three. Come on inside," said Hagrid and gestured for them to step inside.

"So how's it going, Hagrid?" asked Harry, when they were all settled around the wooden table in Hagrid's hut.

"Oh great, thanks, just got some new animals home. We'll be working with them in the next couple of weeks," answered Hagrid proudly, while pouring Harry a cup of tea.

The three Gryffindors exchanged worried looks.

"Eh... Hagrid, what kind of animals?" asked Hermione carefully.

"Oh don't worry, they're not dangerous, quite friendly in fact."

The Gryffindors nodded, though they still looked worried. You couldn't always trust Hagrid when it came to 'monsters'.

"Well, Ron and I better be going," said Hermione when she had finished her cup of tea.

"Where to?" asked Harry.

"We're going to the library, Ronald has promised to help with my SPEW research," said Hermione, giving Ron a stern look when he made a grimace.

Harry chuckled, feeling sorry for his red-haired friend.

When Ron and Hermione were gone, Harry turned to Hagrid, to question him further about the animals they were going to work with.

"Well, I won't tell yah too much, then it won't be a surprise if I do," said Hagrid, and patted Harry friendly on the shoulder, causing Harry to stumbled forward, his stomach hitting the wooden table.

He smiled to Hagrid, though he inside screamed with pain. He was sure he would get a red mark across his stomach.

"Eh, I just realized I have a Potion report for Monday that I need to finish. So, I have to leave now. See you later Hagrid," said Harry, trying not to winch when he stood.

"Oh, already. Okay then, see you later Harry. Take care."

Harry opened the door, and shivered when the cold air hit his face. He had left his robe in the dorm, thinking it wouldn't be necessary because they were still in October, which was mostly at warm month. The door closed behind him.

"Ouch," he said, rubbing his stomach. He pulled up his blouse to check, and he had been right. A red mark was placed neatly across his stomach.

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