It wasn't that she was a bad wife, or even a bad woman.
She was in every sense of the word- perfect.
Her beauty made him look twice, her intelligence kept her tolerable and her blood humoured his parents.
When they wed she'd never looked more stunning and she understood exactly what it meant to be his wife.
She gave birth to his heir; his screaming, red-faced heir. The newborn's hand reaches upwards to tug the tuft of blond hair upon his head; his grey-blue eyes fluttering shut as he yawns and by the look of pure devotion, he knows she loves their child more than anything in the world.
He's thankful when she doesn't hound him when he works too often or after his business trips begin to occur more and more frequent once their son goes off to Hogwarts; she never pushed when he was found unable to return the words she would die to hear; she never questioned when his head tilted slightly last second to avoid her lips on his or when he couldn't meet her gaze.
She loved him as much as a wife could love her husband.
No, Astoria Malfoy wasn't a bad woman.
But some mornings as he watched unruly curls quietly dress and walk out the door through half-lidded eyes, Draco Malfoy knew she wasn't the right woman.
Just a short drabble-like fic that I couldn't get out of my head.
This is also the first and last time I write an epilogue compliant fic though I must say I enjoyed it more than I'd like to admit.