'Didn't I say he did?' he asked. 'He does, well now. I told him when I told him about me and Percy. He can't do anything either. No one can.'
It was easier when she was talking about her plans after the war, and he chuckled as he thought of Harry's reaction to a Pansy-style wedding. 'I think you might need to spring the wedding on him,' he suggested with a smirk. 'With any luck he doesn't realise what happened until after he's said I do.'
'I do assume that I'm involved as the bride's best man or something here, right? Or is standing up for the bride reserved for women?'