"Are you ready yet?!" Oliver's mum yells through the door. Alicia, Angelina and I look towards the door, our eyes bugging out. Oliver's mum is such a sweet person, but when it comes to business...she MEANS business.

"Mother in law rearranged spells woman Hitler," Ange whispers in my ear. I bust out laughing at the thought of sweet Mrs. Wood in a uniform with a whip. Alicia's shoulders are quaking with silent laughter and Ange is biting her thumb to keep from laughing.

"Hey, can someone zip this up for me?" I ask. My stupid arms can't bend backwards to zip up my dress. Someone steps forward and bats my hands out of the way, and I look up in the mirror to see Alicia stepping away, of course after my dress feels considerably tighter.

"Wow," I whisper, looking at my reflection.

I'm donning a long, shimmering white wedding gown with flowers embroidered into the bodice and down the skirt. The little embroidery flowers stand out, but they don't look tacky or anything. They look perfect if you ask me. The dress reaches the floor, the back is long, reminding me of a shortened train, and it's strapless for the most part. Only small lacey ribbon straps on my arms hold it up. My hair is up in curls, pinned tightly to my head with a small crown diamond crown (it was my mum's) holding the veil.

I turn slightly, and look at my friends reactions in the mirror. They've got their arms around each other's shoulders, and they're crying.

"Katie, you look so beautiful," Alicia sniffles, dabbing her eyes with a lavender handkerchief. I smile sadly and Alicia ducks her head into Angelina's neck.

"Our little Katie is getting married!" Angelina cries. I laugh softly and embrace my best friends. The materials of our dresses meet and make a loud ruffling sound as we make a big group hug.

"OK, Katie, come on you need to go get married!" Angelina says, dabbing her eyes with her own kerchief. I breathe in deeply and nod. We all smooth out our dresses and I survey the girls.

The girls are wearing long light lavender gowns with thin straps holding them up.

"Katie! Are you ready yet?!" This time the loud voice belongs to my mum. I feel bad, not letting her in my dressing room, but I know she'd try to change everything at the last second. It's a typical mum thing.

"Yes!" I yell. I smile at the girls and we all pick up our bouquets. Mine is a large bouquet of alternating white and lavender roses, while the girls have smaller versions of my large bouquet.

"Real quick, do you have everything?" Angelina says as I reach for the doorknob. I grin and sigh. They remind me of mum.

"Something old? Something new? Something borrowed? Something blue?" Alicia asks. I snort.

"Of course! The corset is old, the dress is new, the crown is borrowed-"

"And the garter is blue!" Angelina cries out. Ugh, Alicia has seriously brainwashed like EVERYONE.

"KATIE!" the two mum's shriek through the door. I jump back in surprise and put a hand to my heart. They trying to kill me before I get to the altar?!

"I'M COMING!" I yell back. I turn to the girls and we all nod at each other.

"Oh Katie, you look perfect," mum sobs once I've exited my dressing room into a small sitting room. I rub her back as she sniffles into her crème kerchief. She draws her little white jacket over her white and pink spring dress and attempts to stop sniffling. But alas, she takes another look at me, and just cries harder. I sigh and turn to Mrs. Wood.

"She's right you know. You do look perfect. And I'm glad Oliver chose you," Mrs. Wood speaks, her voice unwavering. I smile and hug her.

"Thanks Mrs. Wood," I say in her ear.

"Call me mum," she whispers back. I smile.

"OK mum."

"Ready sweetie?" a male voice asks. I spin around and see my Dad standing there in a black tuxedo, his grey hair giving him a regal touch. I nod and walk over to him.

"Well come on ladies! Let's get this show on the road!" Dad says. The two mums go rushing out to find their seats while Alicia, Ange, Dad and I make our way to a huge white tent, standing beside the entrance flaps.

It was Oliver's idea really; to have our wedding in his parents' backyard. Heaven knows it's big enough.

It's a night wedding, and we had the tent bewitched so you could see the sky through the ceiling, just like it was at Hogwarts. The seating was done like stadium seating (Another one of Oliver's Quidditch-spawned ideas) starting with three in the front row, going to ten in the back row. And we have a guest in each and every seat of the 104 set up.

I hear the traditional wedding music start to play, and the flaps of the tent are magically drawn back. Angelina leads the procession and steps slowly down the aisle. My stomach squirms and flips about. My God. I can't believe I'm about to get married...But no, I'm not backing out because I have no regrets. Oliver is the love of my life and I would happier than hell to spend the rest of my life with him.

Alicia soon follows, and before I know it, Dad and I are next. He loops his arm through mine, and pats my arm.

"Ready for this, Kate Kate?" he asks. I smile. No one has called me 'Kate Kate' in a long time. Sure, Oliver called me Kates, but Kate Kate was reserved for parents only.

"Ready than ever," I say. He pats my hand again and he takes a step forward. It's time to go in.

So many emotions are racing through my head right now as I step into the tent, seeing all the faces smiling and crying. I'm happy that I have so many people that care, I'm sad that this is going to be over in a little while, and I'm nervous...partly about tonight. But I'll just put that in the back of my mind for now.

And then...I catch sight of him. Oliver is standing there dressed like a tradition Scot. He's wearing a black coat and tie over a white dress shirt, his clan tartan kilt covering his lower half, showing just a bit of skin before long white socks meet shiny black shoes. To my right, I see the twins standing there, also in tuxedos, smiling softly. The girls are on my left just ahead, mimicking the twins' expressions. Everyone just looks so...serene.

Tears fill my eyes as I make my way up to Oliver and Dumbledore, who is acting as a priest for our ceremony. Daddy kisses my cheek softly before letting go of my arm. If possible, I start to choke up even more on my tears, thinking that I no longer belonged to Dad.

"Ladies and Gentleman. Tonight is a special night indeed, for tonight, May 2nd, year two thousand and four, we join Oliver Wood and Katherine Bell in Holy Matrimony. If anyone opposes this union in any way; speak now, or forever hold your piece," he says, pausing for traditions sake. Oliver smiles at me, tears staining his own eyes as we stand across from each other.

"Let us begin. Oliver, is there anything you would like to say to Katie before you devote yourself to her?"

"Yes," he says to Dumbledore, before turning back to me, reaching out for my hands and running his thumbs softly across the tops of them. "Katie, ever since I met you, you have been a light in my life. A constant, if you will. Every time I've needed someone; you've been there to help walk and talk me through my problems. When you first joined the Quidditch team, I was overjoyed because I got to hang out with my best friend every day. But over the years, my feelings for you grew stronger and stronger until I finally said to myself, Oliver, you're in love! And I am so deeply in love with you Katie. I will do anything and everything for you, and protect you with my life. You are my universe. I love you, Katie," he says. My heart swells with happiness as I sob outright. Screw my makeup! This is too good not to be emotional.

"Katie? Would you like to say a few words?" Dumbledore asks. I nod, never breaking eye contact with Oliver. OK, just breathe, and remember the little speech you made.

"Oliver. I've known you nearly my entire life. Everyday I spent with you was special, because even on my worst days, you were able to make me smile when no one else could. You were always there when I needed a hug, and always offered support even when I didn't know I needed it. You've always protected me like an older brother, and it wasn't until a little while ago that I realized how much I truly cared for you. You're one of the most amazing people I've ever met, and it would make me the happiest person in the galaxy to be your wife. I loved you then, I love you now, and I'll love you until forever," I say. Phew, no mistakes. Aww, he's crying too! He squeezes my hand and we turn to Dumbledore, our hands dropping to our sides.

"Oliver Wood, do you take this woman, Katherine Bell, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse in sickness and in health, forsaking all others until death do you part so long as you both shall live?"

"I do," he says loudly in his thick Scottish brogue. Does he even have an inkling how sexy it is?

"Do you, Katherine Bell, take this man, Oliver Wood, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward for better or for worse in sickness and in health forsaking all others until death do you part so long as you both shall live?"

"I do," I say confidently. Oliver smiles and pulls the ring out, sliding it onto my ring finger.

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride," Dumbledore says congenially. Oliver smiles and we wrap our arms around each other, kissing each other soundly as the entire tent erupts in applause. We separate and grin at each other.

"Ready to go, Mrs. Wood?" Oliver asks. Our noses are touching and our breath is mingling between us. I grin even wider.

"I sure am, Mr. Wood," I say. We step back and he takes my arm in his and leads me out of the tent.

The reception was wonderful. Friends, old and new, and family filled the large reception hall. Lights were strung from the ceiling creating a romantic atmosphere. Punch bowls and tables stacked with food were pushed back against the wall and small tables surrounded the dance floor. Once everyone had been seated, Oliver and I decided it was time to make our first appearances as Mr. and Mrs. Wood.

I looked around the room, eyes scanning the crowd for my best friends. I can just barely make out Angie and Alicia in the back of the room; both with a look on their faces as if they had known this day would come and had been waiting for it for years. I smile warmly at my friends and they return it gratefully as Fred and George came up behind them, wrapping their arms around their respective girlfriends.

As I continued my scan of the room, I stopped when I saw Hermione Granger surrounded by three men. At first, I didn't recognize them, but I soon realized to her left Harry Potter was there with Ginny, (they had recently married, or so I had heard,) and to her right Ron Weasley, with his bright red hair, had his arm around Lavender Brown. Guess they finally got married too. But who is that with Herms?

Comprehension dawns on me as the man turned around fully to face the arriving couple. DRACO MALFOY?! Oh. My. God...I mask my shock just long enough to notice that Hermione was also about 6 months pregnant too. I shake my head with a goofy grin plastered on my face. I have to find out about that one.

I look over at Oliver to find him staring at me in wonder. He reaches up, brushing a hair out of my face. I lean into his touch and smile tenderly. "I love you, Oliver."

"I love you too, Kates."

Oliver took my hand and led me to the dance floor as the band started to play. He pulled me close to him and I realize exactly how well we had always fit together. My mind wanders as he holds me, thinking back on all the times we'd spent hanging out and goofing off together. The first time I saw him, the day we graduated, then when we moved in together and finally, the day we admitted how we felt for one another. I knew that we'd be together for the rest of our lives.

I snuggled into Oliver's arms as he pulled me onto the floor. I smiled and held onto him, closing my eyes as he gently held me tightly against himself. Oliver is so sweet. I'm so lucky!

Later on during the reception Alicia and Angie decided it was time for the toast then the bride would have to throw her bouquet and then the groom had to throw the garter.

"Alright, everyone hush up. It's time for the traditional speech to be given by the best man. Well this time its best men. George and I both wanted to wish you a happy life together. Oliver you're one of our best mates and Katie you're the only one we see fit to give him up to. I, personally, was wondering when he'd quit being a bloody prat...Oomph..Fred. Stop that. As I was saying; When he'd finally realize just how great you are!" George grinned over to Fred who rolled his eyes then continued the speech.

"You both have been great friends and you deserve all the happiness in the world. So good luck in life and ahem, everything else..." Fred smirked as Oliver grinned.

"Oh don't worry mate. We got that covered!" I reached over and smacked Oliver slightly then laughed. "You guys are absolutely bloody horrible!"

"COME ON KATIE!!! Throw it already, I wanna get married soon!!!!" Just as Angie got the words out of her mouth everyone turned looking at her shocked. Especially Fred.

Angie just grinned and turned back to the front to see me laughing my butt off at her. "What!?"

"Nothing Angie, nothing at all. Now I thought you wanted this?" I hold up my bouquet for everyone to see then turn my back to the crowd. I throw it high over my head and turned just in time to see who would catch it. Let's see how many people Angelina will castrate/assassinate to get that bundle of flowers.

"ITS MINE!! BACK OFF!" Angie had a grin on her face as she watched Hermione back up with a shocked look on her face. Soon she burst out laughing and shook her head.

"Oh that's alright Angelina. I'm already hitched." Hermione turned to Draco and took his hand.

Oliver walked over, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"Are you girls done over here yet? I need to borrow you to get the garter, hun. And, I need the guys so I can throw it. Then..." At this point Oliver leaned over to whisper in my ear, and I really don't think it's appropriate to repeat what my dear husband has just said. A bit too X-Rated if you ask me.

Alicia and Angelina shot me knowing looks, then giggled to themselves and winked at each other. Uh oh...what do those two have planned NOW?

I shrugged it off and sat down on a nearby chair. Oliver kneels down in front of me, pushing my skirt up just enough to reach this garter. His eyes lock onto mine as his nails dig into my skin lightly as he wraps those lanky fingers around the lacey elastic band. He smirks ever so slightly and pulled it off painfully slow, making sure the backs of his fingers were caressing my inner thighs. Humph, I'll get him for this later...

Once the blasted itchy lace was over my heel, Oliver stood up, holding the article in question up in triumph.

"Alright, come on guys! Let's get this over with! I need to get out of this get-up!" Oliver motioned to his kilt and smirked. "It's a bit drafty in here."

"OLIVER WOOD!" I screech. Oliver just laughed and winked at me, then proceeded to toss the garter over his shoulder at the guys. We both turn to see that George had caught it. Looks like both Weasley's are due for a wedding!

"Now, if everyone will excuse us, my bride and I have a honeymoon to attend to. Feel free to stay as long as you want and there is plenty of food!" Oliver yells abruptly. The crowd cheers, some raising glasses in toast, as he picks me up bridal style. With a pop, we're gone, leaving the rest of the party behind to dance and drink the night away.