Mine.
Yours.
Everyone gathered around as I waited for you to walk down the isle. I stood in my black robes biting my lip- a bad habit I got from you.
Two years to the day of our first kiss. Our kiss today will seal our bond. We'll truly be together forever. Just as I think that my hands start to sweat and I bit my lip more. I'm nervous. Not because I'm giving myself over to you for eternity but because I'm afraid you might change your mind and decide I'm not worth it.
We fought for six years of our lives. We're allies for just under two years. Friends for three short months and finally lovers for the past two years.
We have a colorful past and hopefully a bright future.
Blaise and Theo stand at my side as I wait for you to arrive and just as I start to think that you decided to stand me up you walk through the archway of enchanted flowers. Severus giving you away in the place of you father who past away for you to have this moment.
A rare smile graces Sev's face as he walks you. His deep blue robes a sharp contrast to your perfect white ones. Your hair finally more manageable now that it is shoulder length pulled up in a high ponytail and your skin all but glows. You're beautiful. You're mine.
A pale blush graces your cheeks as you stand next to me. Kingsley Shacklebolt is acting as our bonder. He stands where Albus Dumbledore should be. His voice powerful ,yet seems to miss the knowing hint that the old professor had. Our ceremony is kept short, and we take each others hand for the bonding. I can tell just how nervous you are to.
We say our vows. Me then you.
Mine about how much you've always meant to me – even if not in the most positive light. I tell you about the crush I had on you in fifth year and blush when I remember how hard it had been to concentrate on 'hating' you that year.
I try to keep my vows light and I try not to cry but it seems to be easier said than done. One tear escapes by the end of my vows but it's okay because you're crying to.
Your vows are next. Your voice slightly shaky from crying but you still manage to sound beautiful and perfect.
Or maybe I'm just biased.
Your vows were much the same as mine. Light but sweet. You tell me about not being able to concentrate on defeating The Dark Lord when I was in the room. You had a crush on me since the end of fourth year. You expressed your fears of me not wanting you in the future – something I was too scared to include in my vows.
By the end we are both in tears again. Our hands still clasped tightly as Kingsley talks. Our eyes locked and the world seems to melt, only to suddenly come back with the wave of magic that washes over us with the bonding. The bond magic creating the perfect rings for us. Both a simple white gold with clear sapphires and perfect emeralds.
We are instructed to seal our fate with a kiss, and we do just that. Our lips pressing together gently at first, but as you move to cup my cheek with your palm it deepens. So much passion spilling into this one soft kiss.
We've been through so much and we have so much more to go through.
But that's okay because I'm Yours.
And you're Mine.
