You think it's easy, don't you? Being wealthy, being powerful, being a Malfoy.
Being pure.
It's not easy to stand there regally, looking and acting like nothing more than a porcelain doll your husband purchased. It's not easy to hate Mudbloods and half-bloods and blood-traitors. Although, after years and years of it being beaten into your head by your parents and their parents and their friends, it does come naturally. It's not easy having to tell your son he can't play with other the other children because he's a Malfoy and "Father thinks those children are filthy", and then listen to him cry and tell you he hates you. It's not easy to teach your son right, when his father comes home with tails of deceit and talk of wizard purification. It's not easy to stand against the wall and be undressed by Death Eater eyes.
It's not easy to love your husband, who's once bright, beautiful eyes have gone stone cold and his life consumed by serving another.
It's not easy to love your son, who's turning out to be just like his Father.
It's not easy being a Death Eater's wife.
But you do it. And you smile, and you look pretty, and buy beautiful clothes to let the world know just how happy, powerful, and wealthy you are because you're a pureblood. Because you're a Malfoy. Then you gawk and sneer and hate everyone and everything in the world around you that isn't pure, until you forget.
You forget what it was like to play with Muggle children before mother took you away. You forget what it was like to wear shorts and get dirty before father threatened to beat neatness into you and your sisters. You forget what it was to love and laugh openly, to smile freely. To live.
It's not easy being pure. What is easy, however, is forgetting you were ever anything else.