The distraction had served its purpose as all the attention had been on Harry as he spoke and not on Rabastan as he made the tea, which had taken the pressure off of him and had allowed him to pour the cup of tea to Harry's liking without everyone watching him and waiting for him to do something wrong. As a result, he didn't do anything wrong and he handed him a cup of tea that Harry took a deep drink from. He sighed happily and thanked Rabastan before he went back to his toast.
"I will require all of your homework after breakfast, Harry." Lucius reminded him.
He nodded. "I left all of the assignments in a folder at the top of my trunk so that I could get it out easily and so none of them would be damaged on the train journey home." "Yes, Lucius told me last night that you had spent all night and then all day finishing all of your homework. I had wondered why you looked particularly tired when you arrived last night."
"I just wanted it all done and out of the way." Harry said with a smile and a glance at Rabastan. "I don't want any distractions getting in the way of our short amount of time together."
Harry got the impression that he had embarrassed the larger man, so he changed the subject before anyone could notice or draw attention to it.
"Besides, it's a good thing for me because I can now spend these next two weeks just relaxing without worrying about homework because I know that it's all done. I'm still reading my books, of course, but I won't get a detention for not reading those." "It's doubtful that we will have a Wizengamot meeting in these two weeks either." Xerxes commented. "Though, I've been a member for far too long to completely disregard the stupidity of others. So we may have an emergency meeting at one point, though I hope not. You and Rabastan need time to bond."
Harry shared another look with Rabastan and smiled almost shyly. He didn't know if it was strange that he could see himself marrying Rabastan and having children with him at all, let alone so soon after meeting him for the first time, but he did know that he had never thought this way about anyone else before.
Then again, he had never thought of it before. He'd had a childish crush on Cho last year, they'd shared a few kisses, but she hadn't made him feel this nervous or as excited as Rabastan did. He'd been nervous to speak to her, because he had no idea how to go about doing it, but it wasn't the same as this feeling he had with Rabastan.
He'd realised since that it had to be because he was actually gay and Cho had done nothing for him. He'd gone with her because he could see that she was a beautiful person inside and out and he'd thought that it was only normal for him to ask her out, so he had. It had been her jealous outburst in Madam Puddifoot's tea shop over his friendship with Hermione that had made him rethink everything. It had been that incident that had planted the seed in his head that perhaps being with another boy would be better than being with a girl. It had only taken him a few months after that to realise that he didn't want a boy either, he wanted an older man.
Now here he was, another couple of months after the end of his fifth year and he was betrothed to an older man and he wasn't even speaking to Ron or Hermione anymore. He had to wonder what they would have thought of his relationship with an older man. He obviously would never have told them that it was with Rabastan Lestrange, of course, he could just imagine the reaction that that would have gotten him.
After breakfast, he went and got his homework for Lucius to look over before he and Rabastan secluded themselves in a spare sitting room to talk. It was a little awkward, mainly due to their age difference and Rabastan's damaged and emaciated body, but he still had a reasonably sound mind. He wasn't insane and he was rational and able to talk, but that was another obstacle, what did they talk about? Rabastan had been in prison for the last fifteen years, after all, and had only recently gotten out.
Sighing, Harry moved from his chair and went to sit beside Rabastan. He didn't care if it wasn't the 'done thing' during a betrothal period, he hated putting any sort of distance between them and with Rabastan being the way that he was, it was probably more detrimental to him and planting false ideas into his head that Harry was displeased or disgusted by his body.
"You're not supposed to sit…."
"I know." Harry said. "But I don't care. I'm not going to sit opposite you like this is some cold, clinical interview for a job position. I want to sit beside you, is that a problem?"
"No. No problem." Rabastan answered. "But you really should have a chaperone if you're going to sit this close to me."
That made Harry laugh. "Why, are you going to take advantage of me?" He asked with a grin.
Rabastan grinned back. "Perhaps."
Harry laughed. "Is it still taking advantage if I don't care?" "Possibly, as you are still under the age of seventeen." Rabastan answered, but Harry realised that he was somewhat distracted.
Rabastan was staring at his mouth and his hands kept moving and clenching as if Rabastan was trying to prevent himself from touching him.
Harry took the initiative. He'd never been one to ignore such obvious signs, especially not when it was something that he wanted as well, and he usually dealt with things by charging headfirst at it. He was still a true Gryffindor at heart after all.
He moved forward and pressed his lips to Rabastan's in a kiss that was shorter than most toddlers gave to their mothers and probably just as innocent and chaste. Had he mentioned before that his only experience had been with Cho and that that had gone horribly as well? He blushed at his horrific attempt at kissing and he stood up to flee until he could control his raging embarrassment when a large hand gripped his wrist and pulled him backwards until he was sprawled over Rabastan's lap.
"Was that your first kiss?" Rabastan asked him gruffly.
Harry shook his head. "No, but it actually went better than the first one, if you can believe it, which really is saying something." He almost whined.
Rabastan chuckled and, before Harry could shift, move or even think about being humiliated over his childish and pathetic attempt at kissing, Rabastan had taken over and intently taught him exactly how a proper kiss should be performed.
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