Draco and Pansy
It was expected, he knew, for him to have some kind of association with the bridal party. Pureblood weddings were almost as good as auctions for pairing off children for the next marriage, and he and Pansy had been on the list for years now. His own mother hadn't turned up today, but it was important he be seen to do the right thing by all of the other people who had made the effort. His mother had mentioned Astoria on various occasions, and it would possibly have been right for him to speak to her. Best man and the sister of the bride. But the Greengrasses had a lot of bonus social points today, and Draco didn't particularly care for Astoria. Not in a romantic way.
He watched Pansy across the room, wondering if she'd even tried to not look as good as Daphne. He had to admire the way that she pulled off the pink. He was reluctant to still be wearing his bow tie, but it wasn't late enough in the evening for him to loosen it or take it off yet. Sipping on his 150 year brewed Goblin Ale, Draco observed the rest of the guests for a moment, checking on Stephen, then Theodore, Greg, back to Stephen. He was thankful no one had expected him to make a speech. That would have been awkward.