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Oliver went out the door and guess who's right once again? Moi. Amanda is there, wearing a shirt that a woman her age shouldn't be wearing. Oliver said that she 35. 35? I bet Oliver was drunk when he said yes to her. No doubt about that. Anyway, once Oliver came out of my room, I came out too, and headed to the bathroom, holding a magazine. No, not doing number one ot two, but to eavesdrop. Yes people, eavesdroping is wrong, I know, but just this once! Anyway, I snuck one of Fred and George's Extendable Ears inot my magazine. And here I am, sitting behind my bathroom door, trying to hear what Oliver has to say. I'm enjoying every minute of this! Aren't you?

"Ollie, dear! Oh, I missed you so much!" she exclaimed. And I hear noises that came after that may seem like she's smooching him all over the face. He hates it when people does that. Well, one time after second year, his mum did that at the platform and...yeah, sorry about that. Anyway, back to the story...

"You just saw me yesterday, Amanda," he replied,"anyway, I need to talk to you."

"Spill away," I heard her say.

"Ok," he took a dramatic pause,"I want to break up with you." The happiest moment of my life!

"Excuse me?"

"I wanna break up with you. So, here, we're done," he said.

"What? Why?" she cried.

"Well, many reasons, one being...bzzzzzz" And the extendable had gone traitorous at me. Note to self: Sue Fred and George. I have to know why! I must! If not I'll die! So, a great idea came to mind: I shall exit the bathroom and enter the kitchen. (total sarcasm). But anyway, I went out of the bathroom and headed for the kitchen.

"It's just that...,"he broke off, looking at me," Kates? do you mind?"

"Oh, don't mind me, I'm just fixing myself a snack, carry on," I said in a cheerful manner. I can see Amanda's tears were balck. Ever heard of waterproof mascara?

"Ok..."he said unsurely,"I just can't be with you anymore. You're too..."

"Don't even finish it! You don't want me, fine! I'm through with you!" she exclaimed angrily, then apparating out of our place. VICTORY! Oliver sighed and looked at me.

"Congratulations, single guy," I said, raising me coffee cup, and then drinking it. He chuckled and went over to join me in the kitchen. I sat on the kitchen island and sipped my coffee. Life is good.

"Well, that wasn't easier than I thought," he said as he opened the pantry. Maybe his stomach is identical to Ron's.

"It was...wet," I added.

"Yeah," he sighed. We went quiet. And I have to know why he broke up with her! I must know!

"So, why did you break up with her?" I blurted out. I have got to keep control of my thoughts.

"Well, various reasons. No Quidditch skills, too selfish, too possesive, too judgemental, too outspoken, and..." he didn't finish.

"What?" I asked. What's the last reason?

"Nothing," he said. His face went pink. Why?

"It's to remain confidential," he said. What is this, politics? But do I want to push him? No. We'll probably end up in a big fight and last time that didn't go so well.

"Okay, fine," I gave up.

Two weeks before the wedding. This has been going along really quickly. Oliver and I have been getting along really well, like before Amanda and Roger. Roger never showed his face, I wonder why, but I found out after Oliver came home with a bloody palm.

Roger was heading to my flat, when Oliver was opening the door. Roger said hi, and then I guess Oliver just lost it and punched his eye. I could hear them, from the inside, cursing and whatever. I peeked from the little hole on the door, and there they were, in a bloody massacre. I was freaked out and I headed out.

"Hey! Oliver! Roger! Oh my God! Stop!" I cried. I guess they didn't hear me, so I drew out my wand and yelled,"Petrificus Totalus!"

They froze. And I took my time to de-froze them. I circled them around. First Roger. He mouth was bleeding, and he had a black eye. He looks angry and guilty. Then I got to Oliver. His palm was bruised and bleeding. His right cheek went blue. I can't believe he would do all this, go through all the pain and hitting and blood for me. But then again, maybe he's waiting for the right reasons to finally hit Roger. Everyone knows it's always been Oliver vs. Roger.

I finally de-frosted them. They looked at me like I was insane.

"You have got to stop, both of you," I said, trying to keep my voice in a calm manner. They glarred at each other.

"Look, I don't know what his problem is, but I just came by to see you and the next thing I know he's punching me!" exclaimed Roger angrily.

"Well, I don't blame him," I said. He looked at me incredulously.

"She's right," Oliver finally spoke up. I glarred at Oliver, it was my turn to torture Roger.

"You know, I thought I liked you a lot, until that day when you lied to me about that stupid business trip of yours. Next time you want to snog another girl, don't do it in public, where your other girlfriend might have a store there," I said in a dangerous tone. I dragged Oliver inside and slammed the door.

I must say, i shocked myself. And apparetly Oliver too. I wrapped his palm in a bandage and put some ice for his cheek. We were in total silence, then I left to my room. I was furious. Furious at Roger, for cheating on me. Furious at Angelina, for scheduling another meeting for tonight, in 15 minutes. And especially furious at Oliver, because he's showing that he likes me but he hasn't said anything about it. And I'm not going to be the first one to make a move, what if he doesn't have any feelings for me? I wish I can read his mind. But, I better get ready.

I took a quick shower, then slipped in into my jeans and blouse. I swung my purse onto my shoulder, put on my sandals, and headed out to my room. Oliver was on the sofa, holding a bag of ice to his cheek. He was in his jeans and t-shirt.

"You ready?" I asked.

"Sure," he said, and we apparated to the Weasley's backyard.

The wedding is really coming to place. Angelina seems happier (Fred finally finished his vows), and she wrapped me into a hug when she saw me. We all settled down, and then Angelina made her announcement.

"People, people, please," she said,"Now. Since it's Fred and I's last two weeks as single people, we decided to take a trip to London. And, take our bridesmaid and groomsmen along!"

"And mum wants us to clear the house so we can make room for the rest of the Weasley clans," added Fred. That's true, during Ron and Hermione's wedding, we all thought the Burrow couldn't handle having that many people in it. But anyway...everyone seemed happy about this. I can take two weeks off, and Quidditch season is over. Oliver mumbled something to George about "Bailing on practice", and I was seriously surprised to hear this. Oliver? Bailing on Quidditch? Is he the same Oliver who made us get up at 5 in the morning for practice when it was 32 degrees outside? But hey, take what you can get, right?

"So, when are we going?" I asked.

"The day after tomorrow," the replied calmly. Well, gee, thanks for the long-term notice!

"The day after tomorrow?" exclaimed Oliver,"I gotta talk to Parker tomorrow, then!". Maybe everyone didn't notice Oliver, me, and George, since we were in the back seat, because after this comment, Angelina cried,"Oliver Wood! What happened to you!"

"Angelina, calm down now, calm down," I said, trying to obviously calm her down.

"He just punched Roger Davies, that's all, and let's not bring it up again," I said, in a dangerous voice on that last part. She got the message and shut up.

"Fine, let's start walking, people," said Alicia.

"But I clearly said TWO BEDS!" screamed Angelina angrily to the receptionist. This issue is over, yes, my room. Apparently, since the other bridesmaid and groomsmen are married, they get a room with one bed. And the hotel made a mistake with mine, or should I say ours. Oliver and I were forced to share-I blame Alicia and Angelina.

"Look, Miss, we're very sorry, but we cannot find another room nor another bed. All booked!" the receptionist said frstratedly. Sometimes, I think Ange forgets that we're witches and wizards.

"Ange, it's okay, it's okay. We can solve this. Thank you, Miss," I said to the receptionist. We went up to my room and I stood before the bed. Oliver was in the bathroom (He does this thing, when everytime he goes to another place, he has to check out the bathroom. Weirdo.). I took out my wand, mumbled a spell, and split the king-sized bed into two full beds.

"Thanks, Katie. Well, come on, let's go check the dresses and tuxes! Where's Oliver?" she said.

"In the bathroom," I replied. Angelina banged on the bathroom door, "OLIVER! COME ON, LET'S GO!"

And Oliver came out in a hurry, then we walked to Angelina and Fred's room. We opened the door, and Alicia was already in her dress. But somehow, she looks different. And she's been snappy and always hungry. And her stomach is kind of bulging. I pulled her to the corner.

"'Licia, are you okay?" I asked her. I was concerned.

"Am I showing?" she asked me. Oh my gosh...I get it now!

"Alicia, are you..." I didn't get to finish my sentence, and she just nodded excitedly. We jumped up and down happily, and the others looked at us knowingly. They must've known already. Alicia must've told George, and George will tell Fred, and Fred will tell Ange, and yeah. Oliver seemed to know too, because next he hugged Alicia and we had a very happy moment there.

We returned to the rehearsal, and it was just as any other ones we've had. There were screams, laughters, and frustrations. But today there were mostly laughters and jokes, because Fred finished his vows, Alicia is pregnant, Angelina's a little more relaxed (womder why?), and Oliver and I are talking. After, we went to a little wizarding pub near the hotel and Fred, Angelina, George, and Oliver had a little too much firewhisky. Before we knew it, it was midnight and I'm sitting on my bed, while Oliver snores quietly on his bed. I couldn't sleep. I can't help but think that most of my friends are a) in a relationship, b) engaged, or c) married. I felt so left out. But I hope I'll settle down soon, like next year? I hope so.

Anyway, Oliver is tossing and turning on his bed, and fell. Ouch, that must hurt. He then stood up sleepily and looked at me. He sat down on my bed, against the wall. Really he's sitting on my ankle, but my leg is inside the comforter, so yeah, ok, back to the story. Anyway, he just sat there and closed his eyes.

"Are you okay?" I asked. He mummbled what sounded like a yes.

"Do you ever feel left out, Kates? Like everyone's done this and that but not you?" he asked me. Well, yeah, I was just thinking that.

"Yeah," I replied.

"I can't believe everyone we know is involved. Don't you feel lonely?" he asked.

"How could I be, I'm talking to you right now," I replied. He chuckled slightly.

"Yeah well, me neither, cuz you're with me," he mumbled. 'This is the firewhisky talking, not Oliver,' I told myself. I wish it was Oliver, and I wish he was sober when he's saying that. I'm starting to get sleepy, because it has been a long day. I closed my eyes and silence covered the room. I was trying to finally sleep.

"I love you, Katie," he said. I was surprised and very happy. But then I remembered: This is the firewhisky. Many drunk people say things they never meant. For a second there I was happy, but then I felt tears coming down my cheek. Am I really this desperate? I wept my tears away because he's next to me. I remembered mum said, "Take what you can get." and he's right next to me, and I shouldn't cry, right? Right.

In the morning, I woke up to find an arm wrapped around me. I looked at it for a second, and it was Oliver's. He never moved. I didn't want to wake him, so I just stayed there, trying to go back to sleep. But I couldn't. This is the second time this has happened. I looked underneath my sheets, and thank Merlin I was fully clothed.

I closed my eyes, but I couldn't sleep. I could only think of him. When will he realize that I love him? When will I finally know his feelings for me? I don't know. I don't know a lot of things, but this is just the one very important thing that I really want to know now. I think he likes me...he's been sending signals. Like he thinks I'm beautiful, he hugs me every now and then, we start jokes together, we chat a lot, he said that he 'doesn't know what he'll do if he lost me', etc, etc, etc. But did he really mean every one of those things?

I sighed and realized that I just can't go back to sleep. So I slightly turned to face a sleepy, grinning Oliver. He's awake!

"Morning," he said. More like mumble sleepily.

"Morning," I replied. He smiled at me and I smiled back.

"Good sleep?" he asked. I nodded. Best sleep ever, especially for the fact that when I woke up, Alicia nor George were standing by the bed.

"You?" I asked. He nodded too, and kissed my cheek. Wha...

"Can I ask you something?" he asked quietly.

"Sure," I said. He closed his eyes.

"Do you love me?" he asked. Oh...my...God...I'm speechless.

"Like in...love-love?"

"Yes. Do you?" We were quiet. I don't know what to say. This is a terribly awkward situation.

"Because I love you, Kates, I really do," he said. Am I dreaming? I was not expecting this.

"You do?" I asked. He nodded.

"That's the most important reason for me to break it off with Amanda," he replied. I really don't know what to say.

"How long have you loved me?" I asked. I'm still in awe.

"When we started living together," he said. I win! I've loved him since my fifth year, after he graduated. That time, I realized how much I missed him. Anyway, I was really in awe. I can't believe this is really happening.

"You never answered me. Do you love me? Because it's okay if you don't," he said. I really need to say this now.

"Of course I love you. I really do," I said in a whisper. I know he heard me, because then he smiled at me. I tried to hold back my tears, but it doesn't seem to work.

"Why are you crying?" he asked me, and wept my tears from my face.

"You don't know how long I've waited for you to say this,"I said honestly. Days. Weeks. Months. Years, even. He smiled widely at me and I smiled at him.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked. This doesn't happen a lot. But I love it when a guy asks if he can kiss you or even touch you. It shows that they respect you, and that they're polite. I nodded, and he kissed me.

One word: Amazing.

One powerful kiss that changes everything. He kissed me and I kissed him back. It was slow, graceful, and gentle. He didn't try to use his tongue, which is good because I know that he wants to take it slow. We broke off due to a lack of oxygen.

"What do you think? Was I the best kisser or what?" he asked. I know he's just kidding, but he's just like that.

"I don't know. Let's try that one more time," I said. He leaned in again and we kissed until...CRASH!

We quickly broke off once Angelina and Fred apparated to our room. They have to stop doing that! First it's Alicia and George, then it's them! What is wrong with these people!

"Were you two just..." said Angelina. Oliver and I turned scarlet.

"OH MY GOODNESS! KATIE THIS IS GREAT!" exclaimed Angelina, thus crushing me into a hug. I feel the love now.

"Thanks, Angelina, thanks," I said. Fred just grinned at us.

"Oliver, I think it's time that we have 'the talk'" kid Fred. Oliver looked a bit annoyed.

"Oh, sod off," he said. He got up and headed for the bathroom.

"So, why are you guys here?" I asked.

"Incase you two haven't noticed, it's 11:45 a.m. Time to finish up the planning!" said Angelina. Oh, right. It was supposed to be at 11:30.

"Sorry," yelled Oliver from the bathroom.

"Well, we'll leave you two alone. And hurry up!" said Angelina, and she and Fred popped out. I sighed and headed for the bathroom, where Oliver was brushing his teeth.

"So, what does this make us?" I asked. He spitted, and looked at me.

"Right. Katie Bell, will you be my girlfriend?" he asked me. I nodded and jumped into his arms to kiss him. Guess who just got a boyfriend!

Ok, how was that? Finally, right? The entire idea just came to me. I think it'll be...one more chapter and that'll be all. But, I'm not going to post the last chapter until I've got good enough reviews, ok? Tell me what you think of this one!

Missmunky