A/N: Hey. Sorry it's been a while, school (lame excuse). And I apologize
that this chapter is short. I got the idea when on my way to St. George. I
was like "Oh! This is it!"
DISCLAIMER: Don't own it. You should know that by now. Chapter the ninth
"What do you think of this dress?" Sophie asked me. She had on a white wedding gown that fit her form perfectly. The tailor helped pin some of the loose fitting areas back, but other than that it was gorgeous.
"Wow, it's looks really good," I responded. I was really freaking out about having to be part of two weddings, both which were planned to happen around the same time. Luckily, Angelina and Fred decided to elope the previous night after all the drinks, and now I guess they are living happily ever after, or as happily as you can live with Fred Weasley.
"Yeah, I like it too. I think this is the dress."
The tailor made all the marks necessary to make the final fit, and left the room. The room we were in was half mirrors, so you could get a glimpse of yourself in a dress you'll only wear once from all sides.
"Katie, come help me get this off," Sophie said, so I followed her to the dressing room and helped her take it off.
"How much does this dress cost?" I asked, admiring the design.
"You know, I don't even know. But I do know that I'm getting a discount. My parents know the owner."
"Well, that's lucky," I said. Sophie left the room, after putting her regular clothes on, with the dress.
In the dressing room, there was another dress Sophie had neglected and left hanging. I personally loved the dress, so I quickly decided to try it on. I slipped it on and smoothed it out. The mirror in the room didn't do me justice, so I stepped outside to use the area where you get fitted.
I stepped on the platform and took a look at myself. I don't mean to brag or anything, but I actually looked good. I spun around and smiled at the way the dress fit. Sophie and I were the same size, so I wasn't worried about ruining the dress or anything. I smiled at myself and suddenly heard a voice behind me.
"Katherine, you look amazing! Don't tell me you're already planning on marrying Jackson?"
I spun around and saw Oliver standing right behind me. What a great time for him to catch me! Not.
"Oh," I started to turn pink, "no, no I'm not, I'm just trying it on just for fun."
"For fun, eh?"
"Yes," I smiled, relaxing a little.
"Well, for fun or not, it looks really good on you."
I opened my mouth to speak when Sophie returned. She did a little screech when she saw Oliver and hugged him. She turned to me and her jaw dropped.
"Katie!"
"All right! I'm taking it off!"
"Wait! Model for me!" I refused to, and darted into the dressing room. I smiled at the fact that Oliver had thought I looked good. I changed and left the dress in there, taking one last look at it. Sophie and Oliver had been snogging and abruptly stopped when they saw me.
"I'm taking you both out to lunch," Oliver had offered, and I had no choice but to accept.
***
We ate lunch at the little café that was a few stores down from where we were looking for dresses (which, by the way, was not the same store that held the psycho mirror). I had a pasta, Oliver had a deli sandwich, and of course Sophie had a salad; she wanted to be able to fit into her dress. Can you see me rolling my eyes at this?
Sophie excused herself from the table, and it just left me and Oliver. Alone. Again.
"So," Oliver started, "where is my leg rub?"
Like I wasn't embarrassed enough at that! "Oh please," I said, starting to blush again, "you must remember, it was an accident," I drew out the word accident.
"Yeah, but can't you have another 'accident'?" I gave him a glare. "Katie, you know I'm kidding. I'm getting married! You think I would cheat on my fiancée?"
I smiled. "No, I know you're kidding."
Sophie returned and asked what we were talking about while she was gone. We both replied "nothing really."
***
Sophie had to leave lunch early, she had an appointment with the florist. So, of course, it was just me and Oliver.
Wanting to break the silence, I said, "Are you excited for the wedding?"
Oliver took a shaky breath and gave a weak smile, "Kates, I'm bloody going insane about it."
The waitress came to give us the bill. Oliver paid and we left for a walk, continuing our conversation.
"Insane?"
"Yes, insane. Thoughts keep crossing my mind saying 'what if she's not the one?' and 'things won't work out.' Those thoughts just make me nervous, and it keeps me up on some nights."
Here, I felt REALLY bad for Oliver. "Oh, well," I searched for words, "if you ever need anyone to talk to, then you can always come to me."
"Thanks, it means a lot. Hey, let me show you something." Oliver led me through the park where he coached the little Quidditch team. We traveled off the path and into the brush. Behind it there was a secluded spot with a bench, with a stream running past it.
"Oliver, this place is-"
"Great," he interrupted, "yeah, I know. I come here whenever I need to think. I've been here a lot lately."
I smiled. It was contagious because he smiled back. We sat on the bench and listened to the water.
"So, do you think you are doing the right thing? Marrying Sophie?" I asked.
"I don't know. It feels like I am, like she's the one for me," That part stung, "but at the same time, it feels like a huge mistake waiting to happen." The last part made me feel good. I think I'm going to Hell for saying that.
"Thanks, Katie, for listening," he added.
"Anytime," I said.
But then. . . he kissed me. WAIT! Oliver Wood, kissing me??? His lips were soft and the kiss was gentle, and there was a siren going off in my head saying, "Um, HELLO?! This is Oliver, he's marrying your BOYFRIEND'S SISTER! And don't forget she is one of your BEST FRIENDS! What's that phrase again? Oh, right, BACKSTABBING!" But I didn't pull away. I let him stay like that for a few seconds before he pulled back.
"What was that for?" I said out of complete shock.
"Just for fun," was all he said before he apparated away.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own it. You should know that by now. Chapter the ninth
"What do you think of this dress?" Sophie asked me. She had on a white wedding gown that fit her form perfectly. The tailor helped pin some of the loose fitting areas back, but other than that it was gorgeous.
"Wow, it's looks really good," I responded. I was really freaking out about having to be part of two weddings, both which were planned to happen around the same time. Luckily, Angelina and Fred decided to elope the previous night after all the drinks, and now I guess they are living happily ever after, or as happily as you can live with Fred Weasley.
"Yeah, I like it too. I think this is the dress."
The tailor made all the marks necessary to make the final fit, and left the room. The room we were in was half mirrors, so you could get a glimpse of yourself in a dress you'll only wear once from all sides.
"Katie, come help me get this off," Sophie said, so I followed her to the dressing room and helped her take it off.
"How much does this dress cost?" I asked, admiring the design.
"You know, I don't even know. But I do know that I'm getting a discount. My parents know the owner."
"Well, that's lucky," I said. Sophie left the room, after putting her regular clothes on, with the dress.
In the dressing room, there was another dress Sophie had neglected and left hanging. I personally loved the dress, so I quickly decided to try it on. I slipped it on and smoothed it out. The mirror in the room didn't do me justice, so I stepped outside to use the area where you get fitted.
I stepped on the platform and took a look at myself. I don't mean to brag or anything, but I actually looked good. I spun around and smiled at the way the dress fit. Sophie and I were the same size, so I wasn't worried about ruining the dress or anything. I smiled at myself and suddenly heard a voice behind me.
"Katherine, you look amazing! Don't tell me you're already planning on marrying Jackson?"
I spun around and saw Oliver standing right behind me. What a great time for him to catch me! Not.
"Oh," I started to turn pink, "no, no I'm not, I'm just trying it on just for fun."
"For fun, eh?"
"Yes," I smiled, relaxing a little.
"Well, for fun or not, it looks really good on you."
I opened my mouth to speak when Sophie returned. She did a little screech when she saw Oliver and hugged him. She turned to me and her jaw dropped.
"Katie!"
"All right! I'm taking it off!"
"Wait! Model for me!" I refused to, and darted into the dressing room. I smiled at the fact that Oliver had thought I looked good. I changed and left the dress in there, taking one last look at it. Sophie and Oliver had been snogging and abruptly stopped when they saw me.
"I'm taking you both out to lunch," Oliver had offered, and I had no choice but to accept.
***
We ate lunch at the little café that was a few stores down from where we were looking for dresses (which, by the way, was not the same store that held the psycho mirror). I had a pasta, Oliver had a deli sandwich, and of course Sophie had a salad; she wanted to be able to fit into her dress. Can you see me rolling my eyes at this?
Sophie excused herself from the table, and it just left me and Oliver. Alone. Again.
"So," Oliver started, "where is my leg rub?"
Like I wasn't embarrassed enough at that! "Oh please," I said, starting to blush again, "you must remember, it was an accident," I drew out the word accident.
"Yeah, but can't you have another 'accident'?" I gave him a glare. "Katie, you know I'm kidding. I'm getting married! You think I would cheat on my fiancée?"
I smiled. "No, I know you're kidding."
Sophie returned and asked what we were talking about while she was gone. We both replied "nothing really."
***
Sophie had to leave lunch early, she had an appointment with the florist. So, of course, it was just me and Oliver.
Wanting to break the silence, I said, "Are you excited for the wedding?"
Oliver took a shaky breath and gave a weak smile, "Kates, I'm bloody going insane about it."
The waitress came to give us the bill. Oliver paid and we left for a walk, continuing our conversation.
"Insane?"
"Yes, insane. Thoughts keep crossing my mind saying 'what if she's not the one?' and 'things won't work out.' Those thoughts just make me nervous, and it keeps me up on some nights."
Here, I felt REALLY bad for Oliver. "Oh, well," I searched for words, "if you ever need anyone to talk to, then you can always come to me."
"Thanks, it means a lot. Hey, let me show you something." Oliver led me through the park where he coached the little Quidditch team. We traveled off the path and into the brush. Behind it there was a secluded spot with a bench, with a stream running past it.
"Oliver, this place is-"
"Great," he interrupted, "yeah, I know. I come here whenever I need to think. I've been here a lot lately."
I smiled. It was contagious because he smiled back. We sat on the bench and listened to the water.
"So, do you think you are doing the right thing? Marrying Sophie?" I asked.
"I don't know. It feels like I am, like she's the one for me," That part stung, "but at the same time, it feels like a huge mistake waiting to happen." The last part made me feel good. I think I'm going to Hell for saying that.
"Thanks, Katie, for listening," he added.
"Anytime," I said.
But then. . . he kissed me. WAIT! Oliver Wood, kissing me??? His lips were soft and the kiss was gentle, and there was a siren going off in my head saying, "Um, HELLO?! This is Oliver, he's marrying your BOYFRIEND'S SISTER! And don't forget she is one of your BEST FRIENDS! What's that phrase again? Oh, right, BACKSTABBING!" But I didn't pull away. I let him stay like that for a few seconds before he pulled back.
"What was that for?" I said out of complete shock.
"Just for fun," was all he said before he apparated away.
