It's Dramione and Hogwarts Mystery at this point

ABV: (1) abbreviation for Alcohol By Volume (2) abbreviation for Asshole By Verbiage

Harry shuffled form foot to foot while Ron tied and retied his tie. It was a cheap thing that Luna had purchased and hand painted for Ron. The two of them were shoeless, in the little room that had been sequestrated for the groom and his mates to get ready despite the fact that the Burrow was large enough for them to have had access to at least a slightly larger room.

It was a small group of people. Only the people they wanted most to witness their feelings. Only those they loved. Even if that included a select few slytherin that had infiltrated their tightly woven friend group. Even if that included Pansy.

(A spin off of Cheek Cherry Gose - Harry and Pansy's story - Hermione and Draco's epilogue)

“What are you doing here?”

“Me?” Hermione asked, incredulous. She knew seeing her stood in Malfoy Manor was likely equivalent to seeing a wounded bird settling down in the middle of a zoo’s reptile house. Even so, Hermione couldn’t help but feel that Neville was even more out of place than she was. “What are you, doing here, Neville?”

Hermione wasn’t surprised to wake up at five in the morning. She was just glad she’d managed to sleep at all. She couldn’t imagine

What had surprised her however was the knock at her door only a mere thirty minutes after she’d woken up. She was ashamed to say she’d been reading the same chapter of the stupid etiquette book since she woke up looking for the logic to the expectations that she wasn’t even sure existed when the knock came followed by her mother - mum Goyle that is - poking her head into the room and smiling when she saw Hermione sitting up. She pushed the door open before quietly shutting it behind her. Hermione noted that her hair was still in curlers.