A/N: I still don't own Harry Potter. I must say a huge "THANK YOU" to all my reviewers. You guys are so encouraging. I couldn't do this without you. And I love reading your stories, especially when they're Katie/Oliver.

Chapter Five: An Informed Decision

September 2, 1989: 5:07 PM in the Gryfinndor common room (Oliver's POV)

Katie and I were sitting on the couch doing homework. Suddenly, Percy's younger brothers, Fred and George burst into the common room. After only knowing them for two days, I can tell you those two will cause boundless amounts of trouble and inspire eons of havoc on the school. Never you mind that Charlie has been telling me that for the past however long he and Eva have been dating, I've discovered it for myself. They are a pair of terrors. I pity the teachers who had to teach them for the next seven years.

Fred and George flopped down on the couch across from Katie and me. "So, how's our favorite brother's girlfriend's favorite brother?" one of them said. I can't tell them apart yet.

"I don't see Bill's girlfriend's brother around here anywhere and I didn't know that Percy had a girlfriend. And isn't Ron a bit too young to date?" I stated plainly. "I think nine is just a tad too young."

The one to my right rolled his eyes. "We're talking about Charlie here. Perhaps you've forgotten him. He's the one dating your sister."

"Oh him!" I said. "He's the one with red hair, green eyes and freckles, right?"

"We all have red hair, green eyes, and freckles," the one on the left said exasperatedly.

"You sound like a family of Christmas trees," Katie quipped. "All you need is ornaments. Your freckles are the lights and your hair is the star."

"Very funny," the one on the right replied. I was really going to have to find a way to bloody tell them apart.

"Which one of you is which?" Katie asked. I guess she is as confused as I am.

"I'm George," the one on the left said.

"And I'm Fred," the other stated.

"But you can call us Gred and Forge," they said in unison. Oh my gosh, they are such twins. Let me guess, their mum dressed them alike as small children. This could be pretty terrifying.

"Is there any way that we can tell you apart?" Katie asked. She was asking all the questions I wanted to ask. Thank goodness for Katie.

"Well, George has a birthmark on his ass," Fred said.

Katie rolled her eyes. "Something that I'd ever care to look at please."

"Aren't you interested in my ass?"

"No." Katie was final on that note. "Absolutely not."

"Are you interested in Oliver's ass?"

"That's none of your business," Katie snapped. "Besides, I'm thirteen; I'm too young to think about Oliver like that. I'm too young to think about anyone that way."

"And if she's too young to think about anyone that way, then you two most certainly are too young to think about anyone like that," I added. "You're only eleven; where do you get ideas like that from?"

"From Bill and Charlie," Fred said, trying to sound innocent. "They are old enough to think like that. Charlie is seventeen and Bill's twenty-two."

"And besides," George interjected. "You know what they say: dirty mind, big heart."

I moaned. Suddenly, Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet, two first years, ran over. "Fred, George," Angelina said. "You promised us you'd play Exploding Snap with us. C'mon, let's go play."

"And leave poor Katie in Oliver's hands, never! She needs us to protect her from him. You never know what that Oliver Wood will off and do."

Alicia rolled her eyes. "I'm sure she'll manage quite fine without you; she's done it for the past two years. Now come with us."

"Please," Katie said. "Go with them. I really want to do my homework. This potions essay has to be four and a half feet long and it's only two feet long right now."

They stood up and walked away. Then Kates and I went back to those exceptionally long Potions essays. Great Caesar's ghost, I hate Snape.

December 15, 1989: 11:15 PM in the Gryfinndor Third Years Boys' Dormitory (Still Ollie's POV)

Why do bad things always happen to me when I'm talking to Katie and Annie? I swear, I could be just sitting there talking to them about the weather and the Weasley twins come along with one of their harebrained schemes and they have Charlie and Eva involved in it. Suddenly, I find myself involved in it.

Like today, they wanted to go sledding. It's harmless enough normally but with them, well, you know. It's almost deadly. So, I'm sitting there, doing my homework like a good boy. (Can I have a biscuit please?) And then the twins, Eva, Charlie, Alicia, Angelina, Greg, Mark, and Joe come along. And they want to go sledding. And somehow, I found myself agreeing to all this and saying that Katie would come with us.

So, we went sledding with them. The only problem with that being was that Katie crashed into a tree and broke her leg. She has to spend the night in the hospital wing but unlike me, she doesn't have to take a year off from Quidditch, lucky wench. (She's really a sweet girl and all but she doesn't have to take a year off and have constant leg pain whenever she goes up in the air, but I'm not complaining or anything.)

THE NEXT MORNING

I was sitting on my bed reading a book when Katie marched in. "I'm out. Madam said I could leave. Do you want to go kill the twins with me?"

"Sure," I replied. "Just let me finish this chapter. You do know they'll probably be on the Quidditch team with us next year. We should try to be a little nicer to them."

"We should, but we won't," she replied sitting down next to me. "We'll make their lives miserable. I still can't believe my brother is going to be captain next year."

"I know," I replied. "Charlie's leaving; it's so weird. I can't believe he's graduating. I can't believe Mary and Eva are graduating next year."

"Everyone's growing up so fast. Just think, in four years, we'll be seventh years."

"I know," I said, smiling. "I can't wait."

"What do you want to do after Hogwarts?" she asked me.

"If I get an offer, I'd like to play professional Quidditch for a little bit, but what I'd really like to do is being an Auror. I want to be able to help protect the world."

"Do you want to be like one of those Muggle superheroes?" Katie teased.

I laughed. "I don't know very much about them. What do they do?"

"They save the world and the beautiful girl; then they get to marry the beautiful girl. Do you want to be like them?"

"Who is the beautiful girl for me?"

"I don't know."

"Then I don't know either. I have to have all the information to make an informed decision."

"Okay," she replied simply.

April 27, 2000: 5:01AM St. Mungo's (Third Person POV)

"I let Harry save the world and get a beautiful girl, but I married the most beautiful girl in the world," Oliver said. "You're so much better than Ginny."

Katie smiled at him. "It's not her fault. She's only nineteen. Give her time; she might come out better than me."

"That's not possible," Oliver replied, kissing her forehead. "You've always been the most beautiful girl in the world and you always will be. You're the mother of my baby; I could never love another woman. You've always been and always will be the light of my life and the only woman for me. Katie Wood, I love you."

Katie smiled. "I still love hearing those words, Katie Wood. I remember at our wedding reception someone called me 'Mrs. Wood' and I realized that I was your wife, forever."

"And I wouldn't have it any other way. I would die if you weren't in my life. You're the most wonderful person in my life. Kates, you're my miracle. You're the person who got through me the worst times in my life. You helped me through the times after my accident four years ago when I found out I could never play Quidditch again."

June 8, 1996: 3:04 AM St. Mungo's (Oliver's POV)

I was lying in a bed with my leg in traction, again. It was the third time I'd injured my leg. The first time was when I was in my second year at Hogwarts, and then I'd hurt it during my rookie season two years ago. Then I hurt it in last night's game. The doctors said I'd never be able to play Quidditch again. There was even a possibility I might never walk again. Thank God for Katie Bell, my darling girlfriend. She'd come to the hospital with me and wouldn't leave until she knew I would be all right. She was asleep in the chair next to my bed. She was beautiful when she was asleep. Her fingers on her right hand were splayed across her left leg and her head was resting in her left hand. Her black eyelashes were gently resting on cheeks and she was smiling in her sleep. I smiled at her. She was so amazing. I had been planning to ask her to marry me at a quiet dinner last night after the game, but that never happened. Instead, I was rushed here because of a Death Eater attack at the stadium.

Katie suddenly woke up just then. She smiled at me. "How are you, darling?" she asked with a gentle, loving smile. "Are you comfortable enough?"

I shrugged. "As comfortable as I can be in this condition."

She smiled faintly. "Oliver, I want you to be all right. I want you to walk again."

"So do I. Katie, I don't care about playing Quidditch anymore; I just want to be able to walk at our wedding. I want to be able to walk around the house with our kids. I want to be able to walk our daughters down the aisle at our wedding. I want to be able to walk at all the important events in our future."

Katie looked at me. "Oliver, what are you trying to say?"

"I'm trying to say that I want to be with you for the rest of my life."

"You mentioned our wedding?"

"I want to marry you."

"What?"

"Katherine Suzanne Bell, will you do me the awesome honor of becoming Mrs. Katherine Suzanne Wood? Will you marry me?"

Katie gasped. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, Oliver, I can't believe this. You really want to marry me. Oh my gosh, I've been waiting for you to ask me for two years. This is amazing. Yes, yes, Oliver, I will become your wife. I will marry you."

I smiled. "Thank you. I love you so much, Katherine. I've wanted to ask you to marry me for so long but I just haven't been ready. I know you've been ready to marry me for the past two or three years but I've needed a little more time. I needed to do a little more growing up before I could ask you to marry me. But now I can not only ask you to marry me but beg you to do so."

"And I am more than happy to accept you."

Then she sat on my bed and I wrapped my arms around her. I pulled her to me and kissed her. "Katherine Suzanne Bell, I love you and I can't wait for you to become Katherine Suzanne Wood."

Katie smiled. "Katherine Suzanne Wood, Katie Wood, I love the sound of that. Oh, I can't wait."

"Neither can I," I said. "We'd better have a short engagement because I know I couldn't stand a long one."

"And a small wedding," Katie added.

"Most definitely."

Then we kissed again and I knew that I would spend the rest of my life with her.

April 27, 2000: 5:51 AM St. Mungo's (Third Person POV)

"So much for our plan to have a short engagement," Katie said, smiling.

"Three years is a short engagement," Oliver protested.

"Sure, Oliver, sure, it's not my fault that you didn't get out of the hospital for two months and then you spent another two years in school. Then there was the Last Battle and all those people in our families dying. That slowed things down. But we're married now and that's all that matters."

"Well, that and the fact that we're having a baby now."

Katie nodded. "Yeah, that's going to happen pretty soon, I'd say. You'd better tell the kid the stories of our fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh years pretty quickly."

"Well, fourth and seventh years are the best and we've both already told one story about our seventh year."

"I know but I love hearing about the summer after it if you want to talk about that instead."

"I'd be more than happy to talk about that."

"Good," Katie smiled. "But first tell about fourth year, when we started dating."

"All right," Oliver said. "Do you realize that we dated for ten years before we married?"

Katie laughed. "Well, you had some growing up to do and so did I. But we managed to stay together."

"You're the only woman I've ever been with. Girl, we've done well together."

Then they kissed.

A/N: Okay, so that's that. Please review and vote for the baby/babies' names.