My Happy Fault

prologue

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"I, Juliette Lennon's, take you, Draco Malfoy to be my husband..."

"I, Draco Malfoy, take you, Juliette Lennon's to be my wife..."

"...I promise on my magic to be true to you in good and bad times..."

"...In sickness and in health..."

"...Till death do us part."

"...Till death do us part."
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When you're a member of a pure blood family, there are rules. Rules you learn at a young age. Rules that are drilled in your brain.

You are expected to follow these rules. Expected to be obedient. And if you're not? You are a disgrace to everything a true pure blood represents.

There was too many to count. But one that stood out, for women, was to be a dutiful wife.

At only a young age, girls were trained to be future wives. Each expectation on how to treat your husband was planted into young girls heads at only nine years old.

They learned how to be proper. How to stand proper. How to sit proper. How to eat proper. How to speak proper. How to fucking breathe proper.

So Juliette had already felt as if she had known what was to come in marriage. She was soothed with the knowledge that she knew what to do. It was all an instinct to her.

What she hadn't expected— hadn't even gave a thought to— was not having love in the marriage.

She was expecting, wishing, to get to know the person during the courting. She wanted to get to know the person, to create some sort of bond, if love was not possible.

It was nothing like that at all.

She barely even had time to talk to the boy before wedding plans were due.

It was all so fast.

It didn't help that he had a girlfriend. Through the whole way. That he loved said girlfriend so much, that Juliette couldn't possibly break them up. They had what she wished for and who was she to ruin that.

It's not like Juliette loved him anyways.

But what happens if that changes?

Will the feelings be requited?

Or is his love for his other lover too strong?