Author's Note: Well, here it is everyone! The final chapter. To be honest, I could have gone on for pages longer, I had planned to go on for pages longer in this epilogue, but I wrote the last sentence and decided that that was a perfect way to end it. Wanted to leave a bit to the imagination. Thank you so much for all of your support through this story. I've said it before and I'll say it again, it took a long time for me to ever even consider publishing something here, and the support I've received for this story means the world to me. I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I have enjoyed writing! And now, without further (rather sappy) ado, I present, the final chapter of Your Life and Mine. -Shane

EPILOGUE- 1 Year Later

Katie looked stunning. Hermione and Ginny were going a mile a minute on how all of the details of her dress did something or other to her body shape, but I don't speak girl, so I only know that she looked stunning. The dress was almost painstakingly simple, at first glance, but, as typical with Katie's clothes, had a bit of sparkle underneath. From what I'd actually understood of Hermione and Ginny's whispers, it was a satin gown, which clung to her form until it fell neatly at the waist. What was so magical about it was that bit of sparkle, hidden, until the sun hit her when she stepped outside. Woven into the fabric was a beautiful golden thread embroidery, which gave the gown a bit of an otherworldy glow. The effect was beautiful. She'd pulled her long hair into a neat ponytail, which curled a bit at the end, and had a few, small pieces of jewelry, all with sapphires or rubies instilled (she'd let me in on this bit. Told me she'd be representing both of her Quidditch teams at the wedding).

"George, close your mouth!" Mum whispered fiercely, hitting his shoulder. He'd been gaping since Angelina had walked down the aisle, and it was no surprise. The golden fabric of the bridesmaid dresses clung to the girls' frames, looking almost like liquid gold. Angelina's hair was loose and wavy, and I couldn't help but notice that she was sending a few very coy looks in George's direction. Who knows, we might have another wedding coming up sooner than we thought.

Still, no one looked more beautiful to me than Hermione had, as she descended the steps at the Burrow this morning. Even amidst all the chaos that comes with getting our entire family out of the house at one time, time seemed to stop at my first glance of her. She, similar to Katie, chose something simple, with a hidden glow. A pale pink dress, short, girly, simple, with tiny little sparkly bits along the hem.

"Is it okay, do you think? It's been since Bill's that I've been to a wedding, and Fleur picked that dress out." She'd twisted her hair in a bun at the nape of her neck, leaving just a few pieces loose to frame her face.

"I, uh, you look, um." I couldn't form a sentence.

"What he is trying to say, I think, is that you are a vision of loveliness, my dear, and that any man would be lucky to be on your arm for this most joyous occasion. And now he is trying to say that I should back away from you before he hurts me, but as he can't even form a sentence, I'm none too scared of him right now." George had then taken her hand, kissed it, and she giggled, forcing me to hit him. "Ow, un-necessary!"

I shook my head, bringing myself back to the present, where Percy, the officiant, was just getting on with things. Ugh, weddings were so boring. The only exciting bit was the bit at the end where they did all the unbreakable vow stuff, and the golden vines entwine them, and they kiss, and that, now that, is exciting. Somehow whatever Percy was saying was making all the girls surrounding me cry, but I just don't get it.

Finally the magical part of the ceremony happened, and with a few flourishes of his wand, Percy released two doves.

"Didn't expect them to release anything. Not much Katie's style, is it?" Cho asked as we walked from the ceremony space (what was once the nice open Quidditch field behind Katie's parent's house, and had been transformed into a traditional wedding space) into the house for "cocktail hour" (apparently a Muggle custom, her dad's idea, wanted a break between the ceremony and the reception, I don't get it, but more food).

"Nah, but definitely Cormac's." Ron responded, placing his hand protectively in the small of Cho's back. It was still a bit weird to see them together, personally, I thought that Cho would grow old with lots of cats and her grief for Cedric, but they fit together well.

"So," I turned to Harry and Hermione, "What exactly is a cocktail hour?" Harry shrugged.

"Don't look at me, the only weddings I've ever been to have been strictly magical." Everyone turned as one to Hermione.

"Well, it's generally between the wedding and the reception to allow people to get to the reception space, or for it to be set up. Alcohol and appetizers for all!"

"Excellent." And as soon as we'd entered the Bell's house, it appeared that Hermione's explanation did not give it enough credit. Small tables lined every available wall in the rather large dining room, filled with foods from just about every corner of the world. The large bar, a permanent fixture of the living room, had every type of alcohol I'd ever imagined- and those I hadn't dared to even dream about.

"Well, while you lot drool over all this," George gestured to the room at large, "I'm going to go find Angelina so that I can drool over her." The girls rolled their eyes as one.

"Where to start?" I glanced down at Hermione, her arm linked with mine.

"I've always wanted to try Thai food." I nodded and we headed off, with a quick wave over my shoulder to the group.

"So how much of this do you think is what Katie wants, and how much do you think is what Cormac wants?" I asked.

"Well, certainly the number of people is Cormac. He likes a sense of grandeur. Everything being at home was probably Katie. All the Quidditch details is probably a combination of the two." She paused as we picked up plates. "So who's next, do you think, Angelina or Alicia?"

"Tough question. Lee will probably ask first, but I can see Leesh being a bit of a picky bride. They'd have a long engagement. Angelina on the other hand...she likes things simple. So even if George takes longer to pop the question, Angelina would still be the first married, I think." I stop and shake my head. "I just never thought that it would be Katie first!"

"Yes, well, we also never thought that Neville would actually get the nerve to ask Luna out, that Ron and Cho would happen, or, for that matter this." she gestured to the two of us, smirking.

"True. Very true. You know, we've got our fair share of odd couples. Well, not odd. Unexpected. I blame the bride and groom. They started this madness." I winked at her. "But I wouldn't have it any other way.