Oliver's point of view

Katie and I left Friday for my parents' house in Glasgow. The wedding was that night, but we'd planned to drop our bags off at their house with plans to spend the night there.

Waiting for Katie to get ready was always a spectacle. She was so disorganized and indecisive, it usually took her hours. Shoes were often seen flying through the flat and I was almost always accused of stealing something from her.

"Katie!" I called out. "We need to get going. We have to stop by my Mum and Dad's first, remember?"

"I'm coming!" she called from her bedroom.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

Katie emerged from the hallway in a pair of high heels that seemed to add an extra five inches to her height. She was also wearing a fitted dark blue dress that hugged her curves.

"How do I look?" she asked, spinning in circles.

Merlin, help me. I held my breath when I saw the back of the dress, which dipped low to show her bare back.

"You look great," I said, rising to my feet. If I stared any longer, I'd need to hop back in the shower. "Now can we go?"

Katie rolled her eyes. "Yes," she sighed. "Just let me get my bag." She disappeared into her bedroom before she returned and took my arm, ready to apparate. "Shall we?"

Katie's point of view

"Katie!" A familiar voice exclaimed as Oliver and I appeared in the Wood family's living room. Mrs. Wood had pulled me into a hug before I could even get my bearings. I hugged her back and grinned at her. "It's so good to see you!" she exclaimed. "I was so excited when Oliver said you'd be coming."

She took my bag and set it to the side and I couldn't help but laugh at Oliver, who seemed to have gone forgotten by his own mother. Mrs. Wood was one of my favorite people, ever since childhood when my family used to live next door. My parents had to move during my second year at Hogwarts, and I'd missed seeing the Wood family all the time.

"Tell me everything," Mrs. Wood said, motioning toward a seat at the kitchen island. "I want to hear all about the wedding plans. I trust you got our RSVP?"

"Of course," I replied. "The planning is going well. Everything's just about done, I just have a few little details to wrap up."

Though Mrs. Wood had become like a second mother to me, I didn't have the heart to tell her I was having second thoughts about getting married.

Oliver cleared his throat loudly and I grinned.

"Oh Oliver!" Mrs. Wood exclaimed. "I forgot you were there."

Oliver rolled his eyes and took the seat next to me at the counter. "Way to look after your own son, Mum. I'm the starting Keeper for a pro team and you've replaced me with this girl." I kicked a foot out toward him and he shrugged innocently.

"Oh honey, you know I'm just so excited to see Katie. You rarely bring her by anymore. By the way Katie, you look stunning. Really, I can never get over how beautiful you've become. You used to be such a little tomboy and now you're just such a sight."

See? I told you I adored this woman.

"Thank you," I laughed, showing Mrs. Wood my heels. "It's nice to get all dressed up. You look wonderful too, by the way. That shade of green is perfect on you."

"Don't talk her up too much," a new voice said from around the corner. "She'll leave me for the handsome new gardener."

Mr. Wood appeared, straightening his tie. "Oh honey, stop," Mrs. Wood said. She turned to wink at me. "We hired a new landscaper. He's so dashing. If only I were 30 years younger."

"See what I mean?" Mr. Wood said. I laughed.

"Mrs. Wood would be crazy to step out on you," I said to Mr. Wood, who placed a hand on my shoulder.

"It's great to see you, Katie m'dear," he said. "How are your parents?"

"They're well. Nothing new with them, though I think Dad's really enjoying retirement."

"Ah yes well, deservedly so."

Oliver interrupted us with an impatient grunt. "Can't you go five minutes without being the center of attention?" I teased. Oliver gave me a look and I smirked at him.

"Oliver, son, great match the other day," Mr. Wood said, clapping Oliver on the back.

I couldn't help but beam at them. The Woods were so proud of Oliver and his accomplishments. He had worked so hard to reach this point, and it made me so happy to see them all so pleased.

Oliver and his dad began discussing quidditch tactics, so Mrs. Wood returned her attention to me. "So Katie," she said. "Do tell me about the wedding. Did you get your dress?"

"I did," I said, smiling. "Picked it up the other day. It fits like a glove."

"Oh honey, a garbage bag would look good on you. You can wear anything," Mrs. Wood said. "And tell me about your fiancé. Chris, isn't it? How's he?"

"He's well," I said, doing my best to sound cheerful. "I think he's eager to get everything over with."

"When will you be moving in with him?"

"Right after the wedding. He wants to move to the outskirts of the city. I'm not so convinced, but we'll see."

Mrs. Wood smiled. "He'll soon learn that a happy wife makes a happy life."

"It's true!" Mr. Wood chimed in, breaking from his conversation with Oliver. "Life's a hell of a lot easier if you just give her what she wants."

I laughed. "All I want is a townhouse in the city," I said. "I think I'll convince Chris eventually."

"He'd better learn quick," Mr. Wood said. "Otherwise, he'll lose his wife to the gardener too." Mrs. Wood whacked him with a newspaper and he checked his watch.

"Oh, we'd better get going," he said. "The wedding's set to begin in twenty minutes."

Oliver's point of view

Katie and I apparated to the wedding after my parents, landing at some sort of mansion surrounded by sprawling gardens.

"Well shit," Katie muttered. "I'd better step my game up. My wedding's nothing compared to this."

I didn't respond, but instead motioned toward the rows of white chairs that had been set up in rows behind the mansion. Tiny fairies buzzed through the air and lights twinkled everywhere.

"Amazing," I heard Katie breathe. "So pretty."

Several guests had already arrived and taken their seats. Katie and I walked slowly toward the rows and I could see people looking at us and whispering.

"Oliver Wood!" I heard someone say. "And that girl he's always with. They're actually here!"

"Look at her!" another voice said. "Wow!"

"Look at him! He's even dreamier in person."

It wasn't exactly the vision I'd had for walking down the aisle with Katie, but since it was as close as I was going to get to it, I couldn't help but enjoy it.

We took seats next to my parents and Katie leaned in to whisper to me. "Everyone is looking at us," she said.

"That's because you look hot," I whispered back. She smirked. "It's the dress. Makes my boobs look way bigger."

She seemed to catch me as my eyes confirmed her last statement, because she nudged me in the side. Hard. "Ow!"

"You deserve it!"

"You can't just casually mention your boobs and expect me not to look!" I hissed.

"We're at a wedding! This isn't the place to be a pervert!"

"How am I the pervert? You were literally just talking about your boobs!"

"That wasn't an invitation to look!"

"Everyone else is looking too!"

"They're looking at both of us! They think we're a couple!"

"So? Let them. They always think that. Clearly, they're wrong since you won't even let me look at your boobs!"

"Children!" My mother was glaring at us. "Will you hush already? The ceremony is starting!"