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Summary: Angelina Johnson is getting married to Fred Weasley. Perfect couple, right? But this story is about one of Angelina's bridesmaid-slash-best friend, Katie Bell. She needs a date for the wedding, and so does one of the groomsmen-slash-her-roomate, Oliver. Can they ever cross over the friendship bridge to the next step?

The Bridesmaid and the Groomsman

We, as in Alicia, George, Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, the rest of the Weasleys, Oliver, and I, Katie Bell, are waiting in the living room of the Burrow for Fred and Angelina to get home. Tonight is the night when Fred is going to get down on one knee and ask "the question". He told us all, and without his knowledge we are all here just waiting to hear the news. We know they probably won't be home for at least another hour, so we just hung around the Burrow.

So, let's move on. I'll tell you a little something about me, ok? Alright. My name is Katie Bell, and I am 22 years old. I own a little coffee shop with a little bookstore in it. I call it "Kate's Place". I had a hard time trying to find a name, so I just thought about that. Besides, Kates is my nickname from Oliver.

Speaking of Oliver, I live with him. We've known each other since my second year, when I tried out for Chaser. We became friends, but not as close just yet. We became best friends just five months ago, when Angelina moved in with Fred and Alicia and George got married. Poor me was left in that three-bedroom-apartment, and I got Oliver for a roommate. Fred and George recommended him. Then, we became best friends. And I'm not afraid to admit that I have a huge crush on him. Heck, I even think that I'm in love with him. But he must never know, got it? Good.

Oh, this must be them! There are noises from the other side of the front door and they sound like Angelina's and Fred's. The front door was opened and...ta-da! It's them! Obviously there was an awkward moment there, when Angelina and Fred saw all of us in there, but then Angelina lifted up her finger and said, "Fred and I are getting married!"

All the women in the room squealed and screamed and rushed to hug Angelina while the men rushed to shake hands with Fred and congratulated him. I have never seen Angelina so happy before, and I've known her for 12 years. And Fred too, he seems happier than ever. They are made for each other.

Once we all settled in, we talked about how Fred proposed and all that. But once the story was finished, Angelina made an announcement.

"Katie, Alicia, will you be my bridesmaid?" she asked.

"Yes!" I said excitedly. Alicia nodded excitedly too, and we three hugged.

"Who else are going to be your bridesmaid?" asked Alicia

"Well, I think we'll just have you two, my sister, and some of my cousins. I think my sister's going to be the Maid of Honor. And Fred? Who will be your groomsmen?" asked Angelina to her brand-new-fiancé.

"What? Oh, that. Well, obviously George's my Best Man, since you're going to marry me, and my other brothers will be my groomsmen," replied Fred.

"And Oliver, will you be one of my groomsmen?" asked Fred. Even though Oliver is a Quidditch-crazed-maniac who made us practice at 5 o'clock in the morning at Hogwarts back then, you just can't break the love outside of Quidditch.

"Of course, mate! I'd be honored!" said Oliver happily.

"Great! Problem one is solved! Just a million more miles away from getting to the perfect wedding," said Angelina, and we all laughed.

Oliver and I apparated home at about 11:15. Tomorrow's Saturday, and that's the day when I go in and check in my little café. I go in there on Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, and the rest of the time, I trust Jean, my most loyal employee. Anyway, we reached home, and he went into the kitchen looking for something to eat.

"Don't we have anything except for...let's see...junk food, junk food, junk food, and grapes?" he asked.

"We just came back from the Burrow, well-fed, and you're still hungry?" I asked. Maybe his stomach is made out of rubber.

"Well, we ate before Fred and Ange came back, so that was like four hours ago. Aren't you hungry?" he asked back.

"No," I said. I headed for my room and grabbed my pyjamas and headed for the shower. I love this. Good hot shower at night, and fresh dry towels. And usually I'd fall asleep once I hit the bed, but not this time.

After I walked out of the bathroom, Oliver was listening to this wiz-radio to the Quidditch scores. He jumped with joy as the announcer said that the Wimbourne Wasps are in the championship league.

"Yeah! Yeah! They're in! YES!" he exclaimed. He was jumping around like a five year old and he just hugged me right on the spot. It's great that he's happy, but this is too extreme, even for Quidditch.

"Do you know what this means Kates! We're gonna play them in the championship and kick their asses! This is wicked! Yeah!" he said happily. I just smiled at him and he left to his room while I left for mine.

I laid on my bed, thinking of the great things that happened today. Angelina and Fred's engagement. And Oliver's championship game. Great, all great.

I must've dozed off, because by the time I opened my eyes, it was morning. My clock said that it was 7 o'clock in the afternoon. I decided to get up in 15 minutes, but I guess my door wasn't locked.

"Kates...it's seven," said a voice.

"I'll wake up at 7:15," I mumbled sleepily. But no...the owner of the voice had to shake me awake!

"Stop...I wanna sleep," I mumbled exasperatedly.

"Come on, Kates, you'll be late," he said again in a sing-song voice. I finally sat up on my bed, and the owner of the voice, whom just happened to be Oliver, sat on my bed right in front of me.

"I own that place. I can never be late," I said with frustation. He just smirked stupidly at me.

"Oh, yeah. Right. Well, go back to sleep, then," he said and he left the room.

"Too late. Now I can't go back to sleep. Thanks," I said sarcastically.

"I'm sorry," he called from...wherever he is.

"Yeah, yeah," I said and I headed for the bathroom.

After taking a bath, I became less cranky and happily put on my blue polo shirt and khakis. I grabbed my purse and coat and shoes and went to the kitchen. Oliver already helped himself to some breakfast, I see. He's already dressed in his practice uniform that made him looks so...hot. Ok, no, scratch that . I did not just think that! He's a friend and a roommate, Katie, got it? Yes. Got it. Geez.

"Toast?" he offered. Hehe. The way he says 'toast' isn't like how I say 'toast'. He has a very sexy Scottish accent that makes the toast sounds...um..what's the word...irresistible. Yes, that's it!

"Sure," I said, and I helped myself to some.

"Oh, and we're called to Angelina and Fred's flat this afternoon, at around 6. Angelina wanted to discuss the wedding," he said.

"Alright."

"What time are you coming home?"

"I dunno. I can come and go whenever I want, so I guess 4:30," I replied.

"Ok, I'll pick you up, then we can apparate to Ange's place together, alright?"

"Um...okay," I said. Do I look like I can't apparate by myself?

"Great. I better go now, or Parker's gonna throw a fit at me," he said. Within a second, he apparated, and then it was my turn to leave.

The café was packed with people. I made my way through the cashier crowd and to behind the counter. Jean was handling some chaos in the kitchen, so I decided to see what's going on.

"Hi, Jean, what's going on?" I asked her.

"Well, there's a woman out there, who's throwing a fit about how the chocolate mousse tasted salty for some reason and Ms. Chef here claimed that she did not put salt in the damn thing!" she said. Well, obviously, she's angry. I love Jean a lot, but when she gets angry, I don't want to be in the same room as her. But unfortunately, I'm the boss, and I have to take this.

"Ok, Laurie," I said to the chef,"Are you quite sure you didn't put a tinge of salt in this?"

"I'm sure, Ms. Bell! I'm very sure!" said Laurie. She seemed really really scared.

"Ok, don't you worry then, Laurie, we'll figure this out, and please, call me Katie," I said. I don't like my employee to call me Ms. Bell. I like them to call me Katie.

"Alright, Katie. Thank you," she said. I just smiled at her.

"The woman demanded her money back," said Jean to me.

"Where is she?" I asked.

"The woman in the corner with the little boy arguing with Steven," she said to me. I nodded and headed for them.

"Excuse me, I'm Katie Bell, What seems to be the problem here?" I asked.

"Well, Ms. Bell, that chocolate mousse that I just ordered had a salty taste to it! And I want my money back or I demand to see the manager!" snapped the woman.

"You're looking at her," I replied calmly.

"Fine! I want my money back because your no-good-salt-tasting-mousse tasted like crap!" said the woman. I caught sight of her table, where a little boy around four years old was playing with a table salt. Problem solved!

"Look Miss, I think someone other than our chef was putting salt in your mousse," I said, pointing at the little boy.

"Hey! That;s my little boy you accused of! I demand to see the owner!" said the woman. She's just really testing me now.

"I'm the owner. My nickname is Kates. And unless you're going to ask your son if he put the salt on your cake you're not getting your money back," I said, with an icy tone.

The woman went over to her son and whispered to him. The little boy nodded, and the woman looked flushed.

"Have a nice day," I said sarcastically, and the woman and her son just left our store. One point for Bell!

"Good save, Katie," said Steven.

"Thanks," I said, and I went to the cashier to handle the other customers. This is going to be a long day!

Missmunky