A/N: I had no idea I would post again. I thought I had fallen off the face of the earth! I'm sad now because this is the last chapter of this story. I started this when I was 14 and I'm 17 now. 3 freaking years to write such a story. Personally I think that if I rewrote this story it would be a lot better, but I'm never going to get around to it.

I want to write another story featuring Katie and Oliver, please, please, please if you have any suggestions let me know, I usually need ideas.

Finally, thank you so much to all my readers and reviewers. It's you guys that have kept me going and I have no idea where I would be with out you guys!

Read on!

Five months later…

I sat in the apartment, looking at the baby shower decorations Alicia and I had put up. Angie was good and plump, pregnant with Fred's twins (Boys. Who would have guessed?) The shower was a surprise, so guests were gradually arriving, and eventually Angie would too. The apartment looked like a baby-blue nightmare. Little duckies and rattles lined the walls and blue streamers came down in a tangled mess. Yes, it looked like the perfect shower. I decided to leave it for a moment.

"Alicia, I'm going out for a little bit," I said to Alicia, who was undoubtedly frosting another cake.

"Alright but if you're not back when Angie gets here, she'll throw a fit. She'll want you here!"

"Don't worry, I don't plan on dying today, especially at the hands of a pregnant Angelina."

We laughed, although I was entirely serious, and I left the apartment. I came past a few guests coming up the stairs, and one of them was Jackson.

"Hey Jack, where's Maria?" Maria was a Spanish girl Jackson had met on his trip to Scotland. When they met a whirlwind romance happened and, well, let's just say there are absolutelyno hard feelings between Jackson and I. They are positively perfect for each other.

"She's coming, she had to stop and talk to Mrs. Waltman. Where are you off to?" he asked.

"Just need some air. I'm going to the park, feel free to let yourselves in the apartment," I replied, heading down the stairs. Sure enough I ran into Mrs. Waltman and Maria, talking about cats or something. I greeted both of them and let myself out of the building.

It was an unusually warm day and perfect weather for a baby shower. I headed down the road and arrived at the park a few moments later. I didn't enter at first, I stood there, looking at it. This park, ah man, did it hold memories. Good ones, bad ones, memorable ones. My personal favorite is standing by the pitch, freezing my toes off, having Oliver Wood tell me he loves me. I sighed happily and went in.

I should probably explain what happened to Sophie. Sophie, in a word, was pissed. She packed up her things and went to live with some friends in Manchester for a bit with no intentions of returning anytime soon. Jackson has no problem with Oliver and me, and Sophie refuses to call him her brother until he does have a problem with it. Do I feel bad? Yes, a little. Sophie was one of my closest friends, and I stole the world's greatest Quidditch player from her. Oh well. However, Jackson has heard through the grapevine that Sophie has got herself another Quidditch star that plays for the Cannons. I think she'll be all right.

I wandered around for a bit, admiring the scenery, looking at children playing on the playground, walking past the pitch where Oliver coached Quidditch, and I decided to visit the secluded area. You know the one, where Oliver kissed me, "just for fun."

I pushed past the brush and came across the stream and bench, but I wasn't alone.

"Guess who."

"Hello, Kate," Oliver said, not even turning his head to recognize me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, sitting next to him.

"Needed to think."

I nodded, and we sat there in silence for a few moments. Finally, curiosity got the better of me.

"What did you need to think about?"

"Oh, you know. Stuff."

"Oliver, you are just so informative, how do you do it?"

He laughed. I love his laugh. When he laughs his face lights up and you can tell he truly appreciates the moment.

"Sorry Kate. I was just thinking about you."

"Oh yeah? What about me?"

"How wonderful you are. And how amazing you are. And how I can't believe you want to be with me."

"How could I not want to be with you? You're a handsome Quidditch star, I should be the lucky one! Me, out of millions of fan girls!"

"Yes, but you're different Kate, you know that right?" he suddenly got very serious. "I love you. And I can't picture loving anyone else for the rest of my life. Kate, I want to wake up next to you every morning, I want you to be the first thing I see everyday. I want to watch you raise our children, I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

I smiled, "Ol, what are you getting at?" I knew exactly what he was getting at.

He turned to look me head on. "Kate, will you marry me?"

"What, no ring?"

"Offer revoked in 5…4…3…"

"Alright yes! Yes I will marry you!"

"Good," he said, and kissed me.

I feel that over the course of the past six months, I've learned a lot. I've learned that Oliver is everywhere, Mrs. Waltman has had one crazy life, that if you marry a Weasley you're going to have twin boys, how to take care of a sick man, how to ruin a wedding, that I look really good in a wedding dress, that my wedding will be lovely, and my personal favorite, the fact that Oliver is a really good kisser.

A/N: Well there you have it, the short ending, I tried to make it longer but that's all that needed to be said. I'm going to go cry now..sniff. Just kidding,but once again thank you!