A/N: HUZZAH!!! Another chapter! My apologies that it took so freaking long, but school just got out (finally) and I've had a bit of writers block. Enough rambling!

DISCLAIMING: Don't own. Short, sweet, to the point.

Just for fun? JUST FOR FUN? I beg to differ! Maybe it was just for fun, but I must say, that was one of the best kisses. . .NO! No, no, no! Not matter what the situation, no matter how good and wonderful it felt, it must never happen again! However, it wasn't my fault. So no one can get mad at me. Everyone can focus anger at Oliver! Hah! No harm done. I think.

I left the park bench and started to walk through the park. This kiss thing was still bugging me. "Oh what to do, what to do," my mind kept asking. I needed to tell someone! I couldn't tell Alicia, she'd wig out. Angelina, right, if I could pull her off Fred first. Sophie, NO! Jackson? HELL NO! Oliver? Wait, no.

I hadn't realized it, but I reached my apartment. I had been too busy worrying about this situation I was in. I entered the big double doors, and I was greeted by the fluffy white cat that belonged to Mrs. Waltman.

"Hey, Taffy," I said, bending down to stroke her gorgeous coat. She purred generously, and pranced off, tail held high in the air.

I entered my apartment and saw Alicia making a cake.

"What's the cake for?" I asked.

"Oh, I figured that since Fred and Angelina didn't get a fancy wedding, I would make them a wedding cake, just so that something felt right about the wedding," she laughed. I laughed along too and picked up the Daily Prophet. I normally don't read it, but I needed something to do.

"Studies show that older wizards are the wisest of them all," I read off the cover. Well of course they are, they're old. More experience.

The next day I had to go dress fitting with Sophie. I prayed to God that Oliver wouldn't be there. We went to the same shop we had gone to the previous day. Sophie had already picked out what dress I was to wear.

"Where are the rest of the bridesmaids, Sophie?" I asked, looking around.

"This is it. It's just you, we're having just a small wedding. Plus I don't have many friends I can trust like you, Katie," she said with a smile. Trust me. Right. Does your closest friend kiss your husband-to-be? I think not. God, I felt horrible. Yet I didn't say a thing.

All during the fitting, two girls had been standing by a clothing rack, pretending to be shopping, but constantly looking over at Sophie and I. Apparently, Sophie did not notice this. One of the girls said something to her friend and started to walk this way.

"Excuse me," she said, tapping Sophie on the shoulder.

"Yes?"

"Are you the one marrying Oliver Wood?"

"Why, yes, I am, why do you ask?"

"I HATE YOU!" the girl yelled and automatically punched Sophie in the face! I can't believe she punched her! Sophie rebounded though, punching thee girl back. They were both resilient and the girl jumped on Sophie and tackled her to the ground! I must say this was all too much! I cracked a smile and hopped off the platform in the dress.

I tried to separate the two girls, but it was near impossible! The girl who had started it was yelling out things, like "You're a bitch!" and "I hate you! Go to hell! I LOVE OLIVER!!!"

Finally, her friend came over and decided to help me. I'm sure even she knew this fight had gone to far. There were hands, or claws, flying everywhere. Even I got scathed in the process. But we finally pulled them apart.

The owner of the store shooed them out of her store and came to check on Sophie. Sophie now had a black eye, a bloody nose, and several scratches. It's nothing a healing potion couldn't heal, but she looked awful.

Later, after I helped her back to her home, I went back to my apartment. While walking, I heard a young girl and her grandmother talking.

"Gram-ma, why is the sky blue?"

"I don't know, sweetie."

"But Gran-ma! You're old! You should know everything!"

That last comment made me laugh. Ah, how ignorant we young people are. I came across Taffy the cat again. She was rubbing my legs and making figure eights. I picked her up and made my way towards Mrs. Waltman's door.

I knocked and said, "Mrs. Waltman! I have your cat!"

She opened the door, and put on that old lady smile. "Why hello, Katherine! So wonderful to see you! Do come in for a cup of tea."

I handed her Taffy and followed her into her apartment. Looking around, I saw several moving pictures of when she was younger, old artifacts, etc. I saw one picture with one of her old boyfriends; then it hit me!

"Mrs. Waltman? Can I talk to you about something?"

So, I talked to her for the rest of the day. She kept telling me stories of when she was young and that the Oliver situation happened to her too. She said she didn't tell anyone, but she and the boy talked about it, and it all worked out in the end.

Hopefully, it would work out for me too.

Until next time: I know EXACTLY what I'm writing for the next chapter! The Rehearsal Dinner!!!