Greg drank a bit, and he pursued his lips, not quite scowling, "Well fuck! Money and probably that huge empty house with the servants and House-elves and there is not a bloody thing any of them can do to help him get back to this reality," Greg said, not realizing how clearly he explained it all. He glanced at Draco, "If you did this for me, Draco, I'd owe you so much," he said.
Greg thought for a moment, wondering what Draco thought of his determination to get Theo out. But he had this vague notion that Draco understood; hadn't he told his old friend in school that he'd been falling for Theo, as odd and weird as it had all sounded?
"You know, I really thought you would have married Astoria while I was locked up inside," and he watched Draco's face, "If I didn't know any better, I'd almost think you waited for me!"
And that notion made Greg's face break into a bit of grin, "Am I invited? I don't want to tarnish your squeaky clean image, but I'd sure hate to miss the big event," he said, starting to really smile now, "I can hardly believe it. It was like yesterday when we were Third years and I was sure you already had a wife, A Mrs. Pansy Malfoy."