"No. It's our wedding. You are going to lock up politics for at least a week.  We're getting married today Hermione. I want to marry you. Not your political agenda. After the honeymoon you can go back to your plans for world domination and I will support you wholeheartedly,  but for this week, I don't want to compete for your attention." He smiled down at her and brushed a strand of hair from her face with his free hand. "We're one of the lucky ones. We got to choose each other, we should enjoy it. Yeah?"  