(Author's Note: I am so sorry about the wait! I have one more week of school left, and it's all finals, meaning I've been studying/writing my ass off. But to make up for the long wait, I'll be uploading 2 new chapters! Count 'em, 1, 2. Thanks so much to those of you who read the last chapter. I'm so glad you all are following this. This chapter picks up right where the last one left off.)

Still Oliver's Point of View:

"What?" was about all I could manage.

"I just… I just don't know anymore," Katie said. "I love Chris, I really do, but maybe not as much as I should."

Finally.

…Okay, I guess I shouldn't be thrilled right now, when Katie's having an epiphany.

"Katie," I started. "Just the other day, you announced you were moving in with Chris. Now you don't want to even marry him? …When did you decide all this?" I asked.

"It's been on my mind for a while," Katie replied. "I mean, maybe I'm just nervous. Maybe I'm just being silly and dramatic. Maybe I'm just stressed... But it just seems like Chris and I just aren't on the same page anymore."

If you ask me, those two were never even in the same book.

"So what are you going to do?" I asked.

Katie shook her head. "I don't know," she said. "I mean, I think I just need to grit my teeth and keep going."

"Katie, if you don't want to marry Chris, you shouldn't. If you're even the least bit hesitant, you shouldn't risk making such a big mistake."

"I want to marry Chris," she said confidently. Dammit. "I really do," she went on. "I just… don't like the way things are going."

"Then maybe you should at least wait a little," I suggested. I was running out of proper advice, but it seemed like I was saying the right things.

"But we're so close!" Katie said. "Maybe once this whole wedding thing is all over, things will go back to normal."

Except Katie's idea of "normal" is completely screwed up. "Normal" is when she and I are together, wrestling over the TV remote. "Normal" is when Katie begs me to go on an ice cream run at 10 P.M. "Normal" is when Katie comes in my room at seven in the morning to jump on my bed. "Normal" is when I used Katie's toothbrush and she uses my razor. "Normal" is when we attempt to cook dinner, and end up eating half of it out of the pan before it's even ready.

"Normal" doesn't include Chris, in any way, shape, or form.

…Am I a little bitter? ...Nah.

"Wait," Katie suddenly said. "What did you mean, marrying Chris is a big mistake?"

Well, obviously.

"I mean, if you're not sure about him, don't marry him," I explained. "At least not yet, not until you really are sure."

"What about you?" Katie asked. "I mean, I know you don't love Chris, but you think he's an okay guy at least, right?"

I think my eye may begin to twitch.

"Well, he's not necessarily a bad guy," I started.

"But?" Katie urged.

"But, I'm not sure he's exactly right for you." An awkward silence fell over us and I glanced at Katie, who seemed to be staring off into space. "I mean, it just seems as if the two of you always have little problems," I went on.

"But don't all couples?" Katie asked.

"Yeah, occasionally," I said. "But not all the time."

"But if you liked Chris, you'd be telling me to try to make things work with him," Katie pointed out. "Oliver, why don't you like him?"

Maybe it was Katie in her dress. Maybe it was my ongoing frustration that had accumulated over time. Maybe it was the three cups of coffee I'd had earlier that morning. Whatever it was, it was enough. Call it courage, or call it truth, I was finally fed up with biting my tongue.

"Katie," I said calmly. "Chris is a jerk. He's rude, he's selfish, and he doesn't treat you nearly as good as you deserve."

Katie didn't respond right away, not that I'd expected her to.

"Why didn't you ever tell me you felt that way?" she finally asked.

"Because it wasn't my place to, Katie," I said. "I was just trying to be happy for you."

"But you're my best friend!" she exclaimed. "You're supposed to tell me if you think my boyfriend's a prick!"

"No," I said, still keeping my voice calm. "I'm supposed to keep watch over him and throw him through a wall if he hurts you."

Katie was frustrated. But despite the tense situation, the one thing I'd noticed was that she wasn't necessarily defending Chris. Realizing this must have increased my courage, because I pointed it out.

"Maybe you don't love Chris as much as you think you do," I said. "Because the two of you just aren't right for each other. Maybe deep down, you know that. Maybe you're just desperate to make it work, because you think it'll be easier." I hit a nerve. Big time.

Katie stood, her eyes narrowing at me. Boy, if looks could kill, I'd be six feet under.

"Oliver, who are you to tell me how I feel?" she demanded.

"Oh, I don't know," I said, my tone becoming slightly sarcastic. "Just your best friend."

"Oliver, just because you don't like Chris doesn't mean I don't love him."

"Katie, you just told me you didn't think you wanted to marry him. You just told me you don't think you love him as much as you should."

Katie was stuck. She knew it, I knew it. I had her, but she was way too stubborn to admit it.

"I just," she started, struggling for words. "I just… can't figure out how this got to be so complicated." Her expression was no longer angry. She was defeated. She was lost, and I wasn't sure how or where to direct her.

In a perfect world, or at least Oliver Wood world, I'd advise her to dump Chris and go for the sexy quidditch star.

…I watch too much television.

Katie stood in front of me, looking sad and lost, which didn't make much sense with her wedding gown. We were making no progress here, and we were both feeling depressed.

"Why don't I love Chris?" she finally asked softly.

"Maybe you're just starting to realize that you two aren't as compatible as you wanted yourselves to be," I repeated. "Your relationship wasn't as involved in the beginning, so you didn't really have any conflict or differences. Maybe you're realizing your differences right on time."

"But this will put me right back to the start," Katie said.

"What do you mean?"

"If I… broke this all off with Chris, I'd be back to square one. And I mean, we've already come so far. And what if things turn out all right once we get married?"

"Katie, getting married won't solve all your problems," I said reasonably. "You'll just end up getting married to everything you don't want. You deserve to be happy. You shouldn't settle for Chris, just because he's convenient for you."

And finally, Katie smiled. It was a sad smile, but it was something. "How'd you get so smart?" she asked, moving closer to sit on my lap. Beneath the mass of white fabric, I looped an arm around her.

"Some people are just born with wit and good looks," I told her. "It's hard work."

She rolled her eyes at me and stared sadly at the floor. "Oliver, what do I do?"

"I don't think I'm the person to tell you that," I said.

"But you don't think I should marry Chris."

I sighed. "No, I don't," I admitted. "I've never liked him. I thought maybe he'd grow on me, but he's just not the right guy for you, Katie."

"So I shouldn't marry him."

"…Not if it were up to me."

A sad silence fell among us. Katie was sad because she wasn't sure what to do, and I was sad because I didn't know how to help her. We were both stuck, for different reasons, but at least we were on the same page.

(Review, please! I know, this chapter was a little dull. But read on!)