"Well," he grinned teasingly as he took a step in the direction of the lift, knowing that Ron was right behind him, "Well, I'm quite glad they based their opinion on your skills with the paperwork and not your skills with a wand. I rather enjoy having you close at hand."
At the very mention of marriage Harry was conflicted. Marriage. The Ministry. Daphne. He felt bad being so happy in his own marriage when he knew others were not feeling the same sort of marital bliss as he was. Not all of the pairs had been so lucky. He was conflicted because for once, he really didn't know where to stand. What the Ministry was doing was completely insane and yet he was happy because of it. Daphne was a Slytherin. He was a Gryffindor. The rivalry between the two houses ran deep and had they not been forced together, they would never have reached the point they had.
"I wouldn't exactly call it wedded bliss at the moment, what with Daphne being in France at the moment, but you can count on me being there, naturally." Harry responded, raising an amused eyebrow. "I can't very well let you walk head first into this without a little bit of support."
For his own part, he was more then a little worried about the outcomes of Ron and Hermione's own marriages. There had always been a bit of a spark between his two best friends and he wasn't sure how all of this would be affecting them. He couldn't base their perspectives on his own. They were not him. "How are you fairing, Ron, in all seriousness?"