(A/N) A short little Snarry fic; inspired by Robert Frost's poem "Devotion".
Warnings: Just a touch of Snarry.
Devotion
By OAI
The sea air ruffles my tied back hair as I stare at the gold ring on my finger; it's not heavy, as I'd expected it to be. Though, I can't help but wonder at how I ended up here. I had never expected him to ask me. For that matter, I had never expected I would ever agree to it.
Now that it's done, I really can't imagine it having ended any other way. Giving him up was never going to be an option, no matter what anyone said, and people had had a lot to say. Everyone had had an opinion, mostly negative, when we'd announced the engagement. I'd almost changed my mind, till he shouted over the din of voices, "Screw what you think! I know what I want, and I'm not changing my mind." A corner of my mouth quirks up; the memory of all those shocked faces is almost enough to make me laugh.
I feel him come up behind me, his shoes scraping across the wooden deck. He wraps his arms around my waist and leans into my back, his head resting on my shoulder. I relish the feel of his warmth against me. The sounds of the party drift over us, mingling with sound of the waves hitting the beach.
"Shouldn't you be inside dancing with Arthur?" He asks in mock innocence, "I do believe it's customary for the 'bride' to have a turn on the dance floor with the father of the groom." He chuckles, taking the opportunity to rib me over the Weasley twins' joke.
"Brat." I smile, and he replies as I always know he will.
"Git." And I know he's smiling too.
(A/N) Sweet no? No plot, but so what?