El Tango De Roxanne

by Fira Black-Malfoy
 
 
 

Jealousy…
Will drive you mad!!!
 

It is the Yule Ball for the 7th years.  Draco Malfoy sits at his table,
glowering at a gorgeous couple a few feet away from him.  Thoughts
of rage course through his mind.  Why him?  Why, of all people, did
it have to be HIM?  And why, of all the girls here, why’d I have to
fall for HER?

His gray eyes fill with a fire like never before..  He had loved her.  He
had told her everything.  For a while, she let him, making  him believe
that she loved him.  He should have known…he should’ve seen it
coming…Potter was always beating him at something…why did Draco
think he would win this time?

He was jealous of Potter.  He had been for the past 6 years…even more
so now that Potter had the girl of Draco’s dreams…
 

Roxanne…
You don’t have to put on that red light
Walk the streets for money
You don’t care if it’s wrong or if it’s right
Roxanne
You don’t have to wear that dress tonight
Roxanne
you don’t have to sell your body to the night…
 

As he sat at his table, Draco shook with anger and jealousy.  Maybe
more from jealousy.  He felt he was too jealous to be angry…
 

His eyes upon your face…
 

Draco couldn’t stand it.  He wanted to turn away, look out for someone
else…he had better things to do than be jealous of Potty wee Potter
right now.  But for some reason, he couldn’t take his eyes off Hermione
and Harry as they danced, or talked, or laughed.  He was coming to rue
this night.  He hated not being able to do anything but watch as Harry
and Hermione stared at each other for what seemed like ages…
 

His hand upon your hand…
 

Draco felt the steam coming out of his ears as he watched her dancing
with him.  He held her tight to him, Draco could see, as if Potter was
expecting Draco to suddenly leap up and try to take Hermione away
from him…
 

His lips caress your skin…
 

Draco didn’t want to think about what all this could lead to (besides,
it IS quite unimaginable), but it seemed as if he couldn’t help it.  His
jealousy was indeed driving him mad.
 

It’s more than I can stand…
 

Draco put an elbow on the table and his head on his hand.  He ran that
hand through his hair.  His head was starting to hurt.  He couldn’t stand
watching Harry and Hermione together for long, but, as it had been for
the past few minutes, he seemed to not be able to help it.  But then he
started to wonder…
 

Why does my heart cry?
 

Why indeed?  Who was she but a filthy Mudblood who topped him
in everything but Potions.  A Mudblood…that was reason enough for
Draco NOT to fall in love with her, since Malfoys have always hated
Mudbloods.  And who was Harry?  Only the most famous wizard in
the wizarding  world, next only to Voldemort.  Someone who bore an
ugly scar on his head which, supposedly to Draco , shouldn’t be saying
anything…
 

Feelings I can’t hide…
 

He remembered yet again what had happened when he had let her
know he loved her.  She had led him on, though she knew perfectly
well how he felt for her.  He hadn’t been able to hide it.  And he
had gotten so close to proclaiming his love for Hermione to all of
Hogwarts if it wasn’t for the fact that he had found she was lying all
that time…Revenge, perhaps? If so, Draco never thought revenge
would be such a bitter thing…
 

You’re free to leave me,
But just don’t deceive me…
 

He had found out, all right.  And he let her carry on.  But Hermione
had left him.  She had been free to do so all along anyway, Draco
reasoned to himself.  Still…what a deception…
 

Please believe me when I say I love you…
 

Then it struck him.  Hermione had never believed he loved her.  She
must have reckoned it all to be some sort of prank to embarrass her
again. She’d never believed.  Oh, why did he have to be so cruel to
her and her friends?!

Would it have made a big difference if he hadn’t been?  He looked
over at Hermione again. She and Harry were sharing a passionate kiss.
Draco could almost taste the bitterness of his jealousy in his mouth. It
was too much for him, just too much.  “I love you,” he whispered,
knowing that she’d turn a deaf ear to him even if he shouted out loud
for the whole damn world to hear.

With that, Draco got up and left, not wanting to admit his biggest
defeat ever against Harry Potter.