Hey Guys, you wanted a happy ending, so I wrote you a happy ending. I hope you like it. I wasn't really sure that I'd be able to write a decent happy ending, as I felt the story would end on a sad note, fortunately for you guys, you wanted a happy ending, and it appeared. I was quite surprised, but I hope you enjoy it. Reviews are appreciated!

I'm sorry this is a bit late, I wanted to write it earlier, but the world was conspiring against me. Then I finally got it finished, woke up the next day to find I had no internet. But all's well now. :)

Disclaimer: IT'S ALL MINE! Ok, so it's not really.

(The italics are Katie's thoughts; unless they're the song lyrics)

Oh I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night
I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're about to cry
I know your favourite songs and you tell me about your dreams
I think I know where you belong. I think I know it's with me.

I decided that Leanne was right, it was about time I got over Oliver, crying wasn't going to fix my problem; he wasn't the only guy in the world after all.

But he's the only guy you want.

My brain thought, betraying me.

Shut it.

Eventually I managed to get to sleep. I wouldn't say I cried myself to sleep, but I came close.

Tomorrow, tomorrow I'll begin my life again, a life without Oliver Wood.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

I woke with a start,

Knock, Knock, Knock.

There it was again, I wasn't dreaming after all.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

Someone was persistent; I reached over to my alarm clock, 00.17am it read.

I groaned, who on earth would be knocking on my door at this time? I couldn't possibly know them. Maybe they'll see they've got the wrong door and leave me alone, I thought hopefully.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

Or maybe not.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

Fine, fine, I'm coming, it better be worth it, I thought grudgingly. I'm going to be very annoyed if that's Leanne and she's forgotten her keys or something.

Whoever it was kept on knocking.

My eyes wouldn't focus properly and I couldn't find my door keys.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

"Wait a minute!" I half shouted at my mystery visitor, "I'll just find my keys," I tried to reach out to the light switch, and missed, then realising that if I turned on the light I'd end up blinding myself, I decided that it was probably better if I left it off. Instead I tried to reach out for the small table by the door, it usually had my keys on it, unfortunately I missed and hit my fingers on the edge of the table.

"Ouch!"

I tried to 'hug' my bruised fingers, and hit them instead on a thin stick of wood. My wand. I cursed myself for being so stupid,

"Lumos." I whispered. Then "Alohomora."

The door opened with a click, and to my greatest astonishment, there stood a tired, dishevelled Oliver Wood. I stood there in shock, for a couple of seconds; he was the very last person I expected to see here, at my apartment.

"Erm, Hi Oliver?" I raised an eyebrow, "What are you doing here?"

"Katie… I…Kate… can I come in?" he asked finally.

Surprised, I allowed him to enter.

He walked in and sat on my couch,

I followed him in, and closed the front door. I sat down on the couch next to him, he didn't seem to notice, his head in his hands.

"Oliver?" I asked quietly, "Erm, are you okay?"

He didn't reply, so I tried again.

"What are you doing here?"

He looked up at me, and replied just three words.

"She said no."

"Oh." I wasn't sure how to reply. I leant back on the couch, and we sat there in silence for a while. Why did she say no? How could she say no? What happened? I wanted answers. But anyone who knows Oliver Wood knows that he's not the easiest person to get answers out of, especially when distressed, I remember once after we lost a Quidditch match, he tried to drown himself in the showers.

"Do you want some ice-cream?"

He looked up at me, puzzled "What?"

"Ice-cream," I was glad that it was dark, that way he couldn't see me blush.

"Erm, yeah, sure."

I walked into the kitchen, and over to the freezer, I pulled out a drawer and looked inside.

"Oliver, I've only got vanilla. Is that okay?"

He chuckled from the living room, "What, no chocolate?"

"No, I don't like chocolate, and if you haven't noticed, this is my apartment." I pulled out the ice-cream, stood up and closed the drawer and door with my foot.

He chuckled again, "I believe you'll find this is my apartment,"

"Yours?"

"Yeah mine. I believe I used to live here."

"Yeah, like a thousand years ago!" I brought out two bowls from the cupboard.

"Hey, you should be grateful that I still let you live here."

"What? I own it too you know." Getting two spoons out the drawer I carried them back into the living room.

"I owned it first."

I raised an eyebrow, "So this is what it comes down to? You owned it first?"

"But I did."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Here." I handed him a spoon and flopped down on the couch.

"You have the weirdest taste in the world at midnight, you know that?"

"Huh?" I mumbled through a mouthful of ice-cream.

"I mean, how many other people would let some guy come into their apartment, without question, and feed him ice-cream?"

"Loads?" I ventured. He laughed,

"No, not many." He took the tub of ice-cream from me, and forgetting the bowl he ate from straight the tub.

"What, you've done this before?"

"What? No!"

I laughed at him. He frowned at me, "Don't laugh, you're the one who doesn't own any chocolate ice-cream."

"Are you trying to tell me that you arrived at my apartment in the middle of the night, just to complain about my ice-cream?"

He stopped, the spoon halfway to his mouth. "No."

He didn't expound any further, the silence felt awkward.

"Hey," I said, standing up quickly, "I have something for you." I walked over to one of the drawers and opened it. Pulling out a wrapped parcel, I went back over to Oliver and sat down.

"Here, this was for your, erm, birthday, but I thought that I should give you it now. You know… I... erm...yeah, anyway here you go."

I handed him the red and gold parcel,

He smiled, "Gryffindor colours?"

I blushed, "Habit."

He laughed at my discomfort and opened it. It was 'The Snidgets' new album.

"How…?"

"You, um, said it was your favourite band."

"Yeah, but how did you find it? I looked everywhere for their new album!"

"My cousin's their producer, so he got me a CD."

"Thanks, I appreciate it." He smiled at me again and we fell back into the awkward silence. My clock chimed; 1 o'clock.

I opened my mouth to speak, so did Oliver.

"Do you want to stay here tonight?"

"Can I stay here tonight?"

We grinned at each other.

"Erm, I guess that answers my question then," he grinned.

"Yeah, I'll just clear the stuff from your old room; I've kind of been using it for storage and somewhere to put things when people come round, so it's a bit messy."

I got up from the couch, Oliver followed, we walked through the down the small hall until we reached a white door, I turned the handle and opened it, leading to what had been Oliver's room,

"Katie!" He exclaimed, affronted. "Don't you ever clean?"

"Hey! I do! Just, maybe not in here." I muttered the last sentence.

"I can see that!"

I rolled my eyes, "Just let me clear some stuff, then you can sleep in here."

He grumbled a bit, "Honestly Katie, I moved out barely a week ago and you turn my room into a dumping ground for all your stuff!"

"A week? Oliver you haven't lived here for two years." I picked up some clothing from off the bed and put it in the laundry basket.

"Really?" He asked, frowning, "That long?"

"Yeah, really." I told him, trying to clear the floor, "Here, you can help." I dumped some rubbish into his arms.

"Wow, I hadn't realised it was that long." He sat down on the almost clear bed, and dumped the things in his arms, down next to him. "Really two years?"

"Yes, really, two years! Get up."

He just sat on the bed, not listening.

"Oliver! Get up and help!" I tried to pull the duvet out from under him, but he was far too heavy, and I fell backwards instead. "Ouch!"

He laughed, "I missed you Katie." He offered out his hand, and helped me up. I sat next to him on the bed, "Oliver? Why did you come here tonight?"

"Ashleigh."

I nodded, "Yeah, I figured. What happened?"

He sighed "She said no."

"Why?"

"How am I supposed to know? I just said that I thought it was time to settle down, that I was thinking of selling the penthouse and buying a place up in Scotland, somewhere to raise a family and somewhere where my mother could move in with us. She stood up, screamed at me, and stormed out. I didn't have anywhere else to go; I couldn't go back to the penthouse, I couldn't bother my mother at this time of a night, and then I thought of here. I always did like this apartment."

He gave me a small smile, "You don't mind do you?"

"Well, I would have liked a little bit of notice, but I'll be alright."

"Thanks Katie, you're a good friend."

"Erm, I better be going," I said, "You really should get some sleep, I really should get some sleep!"

"'Night Katie!" he called, as a walked out the door,

"Goodnight Oliver." I closed the door behind me, "Good Night."

I woke in the morning to the smell of bacon, burnt bacon, but bacon nevertheless. I stumbled into the kitchen.

"Oliver, what are you doing?"

"Hey! Good morning sleeping beauty!"

"'Morning."

"I'm cooking breakfast." He said cheerfully.

"Mm, I can see…smell, you do know it's burning, don't you?"

"Nah, that's just well cooked." He protested.

"Yeah," I pulled out the grill pan, the bacon was black.

"See, I told you, well cooked!"

"Yeah, lovely."

He finished, 'making' breakfast and we sat down together, to eat it. I couldn't help but notice he looked much more at ease than the night before.

"So how are you this morning?" I asked,

"Better, actually, I haven't felt this good in a long time."

"How about…?" I left the question hanging.

"No, it's alright, I was thinking about it last night, I don't think we… well… I'm thinking of breaking up with Ashleigh."

I spluttered, "What?"

"Well, I was thinking, maybe-maybe I was wrong, maybe Ashleigh and I…I don't think it's working, we want different things, besides," he grimaced, "I don't think my mum likes her."

"Really? I'd have never known." I said, sarcastically.

He chuckled quietly, "Yeah, I know. It's just I thought she'd be the one, you know? I used to dream that one day I'd find a girl, we'd settle down, have a family. I could provide for mum." He looked away.

"You know, I never pictured you as a family guy," I told him, waving my fork in his face. He smiled ruefully, "Yeah, I know. Not really what people think when they see me. It's just that, I grew up without dad being there; it was pretty tough on mum. I didn't have any siblings, it would be nice to grow the family."

"You know, you sound just like Harry? He used to complain about not having a family either."

"Harry?"

"Potter."

"Oh, I never thought about it like that, we're pretty much in the same situation."

"What, you killed You-know-who?"

He rolled his eyes, and we got down to business; finishing breakfast. I finished first, mainly because I didn't have second helpings, or third, or fourth. I put the plates in the sink and flicked my wand, causing them to start washing themselves.

"Thanks Katie, for letting me stay, and breakfast." He smiled, "I'd better be going, I've got things I need to do." He walked to the front door, opened it and stepped out into the foyer.

"See you 'round Katie?"

I smiling, I closed my eyes and nodded,

He looked relieved for some reason, and grinned at me. "Good,"

"See you Oliver,"

"Yeah," He turned around to apparate,

"Oh, wait, Oliver! You forgot something!"

I rushed back into the apartment, and came back with his CD,

"Oh yeah, thanks." He flashed me a dazzling smile, and apparated away.

I stood at the door for a few seconds after he'd vanished.

Oh, you got it bad!

Shut up.

Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you?
Been here all along so why can't you see?
You belong with me

I closed the door, and went back to the kitchen; the plates had finished washing themselves, so I dried them with a flick of my wand, and put them back into the cupboards in which they lived. It was chilly outside, so I made a cup of hot chocolate. It was Saturday morning, and I didn't have to go to work until 2pm, so I had the morning to myself. I decided to take a walk, to clear my mind and think about what Oliver had told me about Ashleigh. I picked up my favourite blue coat and apparated to a nearby park. The chill autumn air froze my breath, and I watched as is turned to smoke. I smiled as it reminded me of mornings at Hogwarts, especially when Oliver had made us have early morning Quidditch practices. I frowned slightly at the reminder of why I'd come on such a cold morning. As I trudged along the gravel path, I suddenly realised that I'd forgotten my gloves, so I quickly shoved my frozen fingers inside my pockets. The park was fairly quiet, and I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts to notice anyone who might have been there.

Maybe Leanne's right, I thought to myself, it is time I moved on with my life.

I smiled as I thought about the night before; it had been like old times, almost, before Oliver had moved out, before he's become engaged. The smile morphed into a frown again. The more I thought about it the less fair it seemed, I was the one who had always been there for him, I was the one who knew more about him, and I was pretty confident that I cared more about him than his fiancée did. Why could he not see this? I suddenly felt angry with, well, with myself, with Oliver, with life. A stone got in the way of my boot, and I kicked it angrily.

"Hey, what's that stone ever done to you?"

I stopped instantly, There is no way…

I looked up at the owner of the voice, and sure enough, it belonged to a certain; well known, handsome, recently almost engaged, Quidditch player.

"Hey Katie!"

I stood there, like an idiot, mouth open.

"What?" He grinned.

"What?… why?… what?"

"What? Cat got your tongue?" He was still grinning, and seemed in a much better mood than the night before. I tried to answer him, but I was just too shocked. So instead of waiting for an answer, he whipped my favourite hat from off my head, and ran.

"How old are you? Three?" I found my voice instantly. There was no way he was getting away with this, I chased after him, I could see the cream material bobbing up and down in his hand, and tried to catch him. Unfortunately nature had given the boy a pair of damn long legs, and he was using them to his full advantage. Not used to the sudden sprint, my body rebelled, and I was forced to sit down on a nearby bench, complete with a stitch in my side, and panting heavily.

I heard him jog up before I saw him.

"Katie?" He didn't even have the decency to sound out of breath. I tried to quickly grab my hat, but he was too far away, and I missed.

"Nice try," and he moved it even further out of my short reach, "But that's cheating." He sat down on the bench next to me instead.

"Oliver, the hat." I put out my hand. He gave it back, grudgingly and I put it back on my head, then I looked at him.

"Oliver, what are you doing here?"

"It's a public park!" He exclaimed, "I'm allowed to be here."

I looked at him pointedly,

"Fine, actually I came to find you."

I was stunned, it wasn't the answer I'd been expecting,

"But…why?" I asked in astonishment.

He gave a small smile, "I broke it off with Ashleigh," he explained,

I swear, my eyebrows have never been higher than they were then.

"I just…well… I really think it wasn't working." He smiled at me, "It's really your fault you know,"
I was perplexed,

"But I didn't do anything!" I exclaimed, he chuckled at my expression.

"I went back to the penthouse this morning, and Ashleigh was there yelling at me, wanting to know where I'd been. I told her I'd spent the night with you."

"You did what?" I could feel my face turning bright red, "Oliver! Do you have any idea how bad that sounds! She's your girlfriend! She's bound to think the worst!"

He laughed at me, "Yeah, that might have happened. Actually, she shouted at me, telling me that if I was going to spend the night with another woman, I could go and marry that woman instead. I told her I agreed, and broke it all off. I was getting pretty tired of being shouted at all the time anyway." He added as an almost after thought.

I was speechless,

"Oliver!" I squeaked. He grinned at my discomfort.

"She was right you know," I looked at him, puzzled.

"It was on my mind, last night. Who's the one I always turn to if I need help? Who is always willing to drop everything and give that help? The one who looks out for me? Who has never missed one of my matches, even though she had just come out of hospital? Who has been with me through thick and thin? Was my friend when I wasn't a famous Quidditch star? Who is the one whom I can turn to in the middle of the night, who I know won't ask any questions, and will still give me somewhere to stay? Who is the one I tell everything to? Who's the person who knows more about me than any living person, besides my mother? And who is my very best friend? Who? Do you know of anyone who fits that description Katie?" He tilted his head slightly to look at me, with a sly grin on his face.

My own face was a furious red colour, I'm sure it went lovely with my brown hair, but at least it was keeping me warm.

"So Katie? Would you be willing to give it a try?"

"Erm, as much as I like you Oliver, don't you think it's a bit soon to be getting married?"

"What?" His face turned as red as mine felt. I grinned, it was finally his turn to be embarrassed.

"No. Katie. That's not what I…" he floundered.

"Oliver?"

"Hmm?"

"Shut up." And then I kissed him.

Standing by or waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know that
You belong with me
You belong with me

It had become a ritual, since we became a couple two years previously. I would wait at the door as he got in from Quidditch practice and in return he would wait for me when I returned home after work. He had sold the penthouse, and moved back in with me, into the little apartment we'd first bought together. It had a nice homely feel about it, I hadn't noticed it's absence until Oliver moved back in, but I certainly noticed its return. Amanda, Oliver's mother had been ecstatic when we told her about the two of us. She'd hugged us both, congratulated us, especially me, for waiting for him for so long. I think it's the Wood's purpose in life to embarrass me as much as is humanely possible.

I apparated to the front door of the apartment, Oliver was stood there waiting for me, a smile and a single white rose in his hand, leaning against the door-frame. I smiled, and wrapped my arms around him, kissed him and thanked him for the gift. He just smiled, and kissed me back.

"Katie?"

"Hmm?"

"Let's go for a walk." He smiled, but his eyes betrayed his nerves.

"Oh, sure, I'll just change and grab a coat." I hurried in to the apartment, showered quickly, dressed and grabbed my coat and boots.

"I thought you said you'd be quick!" he whined, already stood there in coat and shoes.

"I said nothing of the sort!" I told him, "Come on." I walk out through the doorway,

"Hey, hold up! I'm the instigator of this walk, I decide where we're going!" he said, running after me.

I laughed, "Fine, alright, Mr Instigator. Where are we going?"

"Secret."

I stuck my tongue out at him and pouted. He laughed, then waved his wand to lock the door.

"Hold on tightly."

I hate Side-Along Apparition, I always have. I felt relieved as we hit solid ground, and I looked at our surroundings. It was a park, the one where Oliver had asked me to be his girlfriend, the one where he'd taken me after I'd been released from St Mungo's. I smiled, he could be sweet when he wanted to be. I turned to look at his face, there was no smile, and he looked completely serious. It frightened me a little, I was about to ask him what was wrong, when he opened his mouth.

"Katie," he said, "I have something very, very important to ask you, and I want you to answer it truthfully."

Have you ever thought just maybe
You belong with me
You belong with me

I watched as he knelt to the ground, and pulling out a little purple velvet box, he opened it and looked straight at me.

"Have you ever thought?" He asked, "That maybe, just maybe, you belong with me?"

I let my sister read this first, and she thinks the ending is a bit lame. I agree, but I think it works with the song.

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