"All right, you've found me out. I secretly love Madame Puddifoot's. It's my dream to one day work there, and be surrounded by pink and romance all the time," he said, clutching his hands to his hearts theatrically. "I don't know how I'll go on now that you know my secret shame."
He thought for a moment, trying to remember when the wedding was. "Umm, August, I think. Want to be my date? I'm in the wedding, but there will be dancing at the reception. Rosie wants the whole shebang," he said, and that might be the best part of this wedding, besides seeing his sister happy. Dancing with Wren.
"Well, I'm hoping she'll take me to get it before they come," he said, linking his fingers with hers. "My old broom is okay, but not great at long distances or initial speed. I want something more reliable if something were to happen. I want to learn to Apparate too, even if I'm not old enough for a license."
He grinned at the response, and tugged her to the side of the path for a nice long snog. "Because I'm awesome," he teased, kissing her again, deeper this time and ignoring the catcalls of the students passing them. Let them be jealous. "I love your legs. I know you'll be brilliant. You have the build for a Chaser, though you're agile enough for Seeker too."