Harry nodded his understanding.
"Now, I won't punish you for kissing one another this time, but if you do it again you will be confined to a corner of whichever room I am currently residing in. I'm sure the embarrassment of such a thing in front of our guests and your future family will prevent a second infraction."
Harry snorted. "How did kissing become an infraction? I was just getting to know Rabastan better. Intimately." "That is more than enough on this topic. No more kissing or sexual contact of any kind, do I make myself clear?"
"Can you run through everything that sexual content entails so that I'm sure on the matter?" Harry asked.
"Harry." Lucius said warningly.
"Alright, alright. We're clear. I understand perfectly." He said sadly. "But, just so we're extra clear, once he proposes and I accept, then we can kiss and cuddle all we want?"
"Within reason."
Harry pulled a face. "What does within reason mean?" He asked. "We'll be engaged!"
"I will not allow you into one another's bed suites without a chaperone and I do not want to see you 'mauling each other's mouths' like you were allegedly doing today." "Will I have any restrictions on my love life when I'm married?" Harry demanded.
"Of course not. You'll be married." Lucius told him exasperatedly.
Harry left the study a little sulkily, he made a quick detour into his bed suite and took a moment to calm himself down and regain control of his emotions. It wasn't fair, but pureblood tradition was something that both the Malfoys and the Lestranges held with utmost seriousness. Everything had to be done by the letter and, though it was annoying, Harry had known what he was getting himself in for from the very start…to an extent at least.
He hadn't known that he wouldn't even be able to kiss Rabastan until they were officially engaged and that even after they were engaged their kisses couldn't be overly passionate, but he was sure that he could wait a little longer, he had school to distract him after all. But fuck was Rabastan an amazing kisser, he was going to be thinking of those kisses now until he could get another taste. Already he was getting hard again just thinking about it.
He squeezed himself through his robes and his jeans. Damn Rabastan and those addictive kisses! There was no way, absolutely no way, that he'd now be able to sit in a room with Rabastan and not think of those hot, open-mouthed kisses, or prevent himself from wishing for another one.
He banged his head against his bedroom door and sucked in a deep breath. He could do this. He had to do this, he had another two weeks at home with Rabastan…Rabastan who he couldn't touch or kiss. He groaned. Who the hell knew that Rabastan had the strength to grab him as he had, drag him backwards over his lap and snog him like that. It had been beyond his wildest fantasies. Which wasn't really saying much as he hadn't really thought of anything like that before. That was going to change now, however. His dreams and fantasies were going to be a lot more prevalent and graphic now thanks to Rabastan, and they were going to be a lot more realistic too, now that he actually had something to go off of.
He sighed and left his room and went back to where he'd left Rabastan, only to find a stony looking Xerxes sitting in the dead silent room, staring at a shame-faced Rabastan.
"Is your father cancelling the contract?" Xerxes asked him.
"No, of course not." Harry said in surprise. "I wouldn't let him even if he tried."
Harry plonked himself next to Rabastan and took his hand, about all he could do while merely betrothed and with a chaperone sat in the room with them.
"You were gone a long time." Rabastan said worriedly. "I was getting a lecture about exactly what I could or couldn't do with you while we're only betrothed and not engaged. I even asked if I could propose to you, but I was told that I absolutely could not and that I had to wait for you to do it…hint hint."
The ice was not just broken but completely smashed through as Xerxes roared with laughter and Rabastan grinned happily, his hand tightening only slightly around Harry's. He was too aware of his damage limitations to try and squeeze any tighter, but Harry understood the gesture and smiled at him cheekily.
"So, what can we do?" Rabastan asked. A muscle ticked in his jaw and he growled at himself angrily.
"Apparently, very little." Harry sighed. He lifted their joined hands and swayed them a little. "This is about all we're going to be allowed to do until you propose and I accept." Rabastan smiled at him and it was so naughty that Harry's heart automatically started beating faster and suddenly, it was him who was starting at those thin, cracked lips, hoping that he'd get another kiss. Rabastan caught the look and bent to kiss him, only for a cushion to smack the both of them in the face.
"Enough of that now." Xerxes chastised them both, looking far too amused to truly be annoyed at the both of them trying to kiss one another in front of him as he summoned back the cushion that he'd banished at them. Harry had forgotten that he was even there.
Harry huffed and rested his head against Rabastan's bony shoulder. He made sure not to rest his full weight on him and cause him discomfort or even pain.
An arm slipped around his waist and rested against him and Harry pressed his own arm on Rabastan's and he sighed happily, snuggling in. "You two look so contented." Xerxes snorted. "I can see why Narcissa demanded that you have a chaperone at all times during this two-week break."
"She's being a killjoy." Harry said miserably. "It was just a kiss. What's wrong with a simple kiss?"
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