Harry was addicted from the first moment. He was breathless and his heart was hammering with excitement and still a touch of nervousness as they kissed again and again, stopping only long enough to draw in a few quick breaths, pulling back only slightly as their noses pressed and brushed against one another as they panted heavily, before their lips met and they were kissing again, but fuck was Rabastan a good kisser.
Harry felt the tell-tale smack to the back of his head and he broke away from Rabastan sharply, looking over his shoulder to see the furious face of Narcissa Malfoy.
"Well, it seems that you two have just proved indefinitely that you do need a chaperone at all times." She said in a harsh hiss.
"It was just a kiss." Harry said, a little put out that he'd been caught in such a position. It didn't help that he was very, painfully, hard in his jeans either, or that he could feel an identical hardness pressing against the side of his hip.
"No, that was much, much more than just a simple kiss." Narcissa said dangerously. "Go to your father's study and cool off."
Harry sighed, but he obediently rolled off of Rabastan's lap and shared a sly look with him, grinning happily when he caught the pleased, smug look that Rabastan was wearing.
Narcissa was less than pleased and the narrowing of her blue eyes had Harry moving just that little bit faster. He climbed the stairs and knocked on Lucius' door, hearing the command to 'enter' and doing so.
"Harry? It was to my understanding that you were spending time getting to know Rabastan better. I am halfway through your homework and I must say that I am very pleased with the quality and standard of it all. Well done." Harry looked at the floor and scuffed his socked toes against the carpet. Lucius sighed heavily.
"You haven't come here of your own free will. What have you done? If you've cursed Rhadamanthus then I will be very unhappy with you."
"It's not that…though I do wish I could curse him, the loathsome bastard that he is."
"Watch your foul mouth." Lucius commanded seriously. "What did you do?"
"Narcissa caught me and Rabastan kissing." He said and he had the pleasure of watching Lucius' eyebrows fly off into his hairline.
"She wouldn't have sent you here for a quick peck on the cheek, or even the lips, either." Lucius sighed.
Harry shook his head. "No…we were more than likely mauling one another's mouths. Or, at least from her face that's what it must have looked like we were doing. He's a fantastic kisser."
"Alright, that's enough. I could have gone my entire life without hearing that piece of information." Lucius said, putting up a hand for emphasis. "You know you're not to have any contact of that manner until you are engaged."
Harry sighed. "It's a stupid regulation. Like the one where I always have to sit opposite him."
"That stipulation is there to prevent such contact as that which you have just engaged in." Lucius told him sternly. "Any sexual conduct is prohibited until you are engaged."
Harry scoffed. "Yeah, but Daphne Greengrass can open her legs for all and sundry, yet I'm not even allowed to kiss the man who I'm betrothed to and plan on marrying? How does that work?"
"Do not compare a rock to a diamond. You are no Daphne Greengrass and I would have hoped that you'd have more decorum and much higher aspirations than her, of all people. Her trysts are well known and her reputation is in ruins, even if she doesn't realise it at this moment in time."
"But I'm betrothed to Rabastan!" Harry said upset. "Why can't I kiss the man that I'm going to marry? It's stupid."
"Stupid it may be to your mind, but the regulations are there to protect you. You can kiss and cuddle with Rabastan after you're engaged to him."
"When will that be?" Harry demanded.
"When the Lestranges deem it the right time."
"Can I propose to him?" Harry asked thoughtfully.
"No, you certainly may not!" Lucius told him. "It is for Rabastan to propose to you, not the other way around."
Harry groaned and kicked his one leg out, scraping his foot across the carpet. "I didn't realise this betrothal would be so limiting. I want to spend all of my time with Rabastan, yet, I have to have it dictated to me exactly what I do. What can I do if I'm not even allowed to sit next to him?"
"Surely you can think of something other than kissing to pass the time?" Lucius drawled.
"Not at this moment in time." Harry said cheekily.
Lucius sighed. "Whatever happened to simply talking?"
"Rabastan has been in Azkaban for fifteen years." Harry said darkly. "He's not exactly the best person to hold a conversation with."
"You need to push past that and actually talk to him or your marriage is doomed to fail before you are even engaged." Lucius told him sternly. "I know. We have talked a little, it's just a little awkward because we don't really know one another yet. Letters aren't really enough."
"Which is why you need to talk to one another."
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