This is for Drarry-for-Life's Twisted Fairytale Contest. And I just own the story. JKR owns the chars. My beta finally finished her job, so here it is and I'm truly sorry for erase the first one so quickly.

Hearts Collide
Draco x Harry
A Twisted Fairytale of Cinderella
Seer M. Anno

Once upon a time, live a scrawny little boy with brilliant green eyes and a messy mop which are considered as his black hair. And miles away, in a Manor, lives a rich, handsome boy. They met each other, and their hearts collide without them both realizing, and they cannot stop thinking about each other.

However, something happened and saddened the two boys. They grew up, and became young men. But still, they cannot stop thinking about each other. Years were needed for them to meet each other again. Because, fate surely has something to do with them.

EIGHT YEARS LATER…

"I'm Lady Parkinson. It's an honor to meet you."

"It's an honor to meet you too, beautiful Lady. I'm Lord Malfoy."

"Ugh, you two! Stop calling yourselves like that!"

"Why are you so unhappy, Lord Zabini?"

"Stop it! Stop it, you two!"

Draco and Pansy laughed as Blaise ranted. The Silver Trio walked alongside the road, Blaise's hand circled Pansy's waist. They were engaged and will become Count and Countess Zabini someday in the future.

"So, Draco, two months from now is your birthday party. Have any idea about the decorations?" Pansy said; her voice full with enthusiasm. She's the best interior designer Draco has ever known.

"Well, I would like a mask party. And a club decorations, please. A mask, dance party. Futuristic. Modernism. It's already boring enough to only have slow waltz as your childhood. Got me, Pans? And, Blaise? Invitations and news spread?"

"Yes," Blaise said as Pansy nodded. They walked in the café Blaise had recommended. Their cold chocolate is legendary, he said. So here they were, sat together in the corner of the place and Draco had to adore the beauty of the vintage café. No wonder Blaise loves this place; he's a big fan of vintage things.

"Your face is shiny enough to burn my eyes," Pansy teased. "Put your hat on, Dray, or the sun will tan you. Here," she snatched Blaise's sunglasses, "use this."

Blaise pouted as Draco used his sunglasses and put his hat on. "Now let's try the legendary chocolate."

The Silver Trio just walked out the café when suddenly a body bumped against Draco's, almost knocked Blaise's sunglasses and his own hat to the ground. Pansy and Blaise, who walked in front of the Malfoy Lord, didn't realize what happened with their friend…

…until the blonde screamed.

"That man! He took my wallet!"

They both looked back and saw a man, a flash of black hair and shabby clothing, ran away. The trio ran after him and stopped in front of a small intersection. They cursed below their breaths, a thing they will never do except they are truly upset.

Draco is a great runner. Along with Pansy and Blaise, they were the best runners in Hogwarts. But it was only him who didn't show any sweat in his pale face. "Well," he said, took a deep breath, when he saw Pansy and Blaise panted for the same thing, the air. "We should split and look for him. I'll go there," he pointed to the left and a second later, he was gone.

Pansy, gratefully, was wearing her sneakers and not her high heels. She tilted her head at her fiancé. "I'll go there," she pointed to the right and ran away, left the dark young man to run forwards.

**

"There you are!" Lord Zabini exclaimed. The black haired man gasped, and ran towards a dark alley. Gotcha, Blaise thought happily. That alley has a dead end!

"Stop it right there!"

Blaise caught the black haired man's wrists. "No… I just… I…"

"Return my friend's wallet!"

The young man swallowed and gasped for air. His back was slammed against the brick wall and the long sleeve of his oversized shirt rolled down. Blaise's eyes widened in shock as he saw something circled the thief's wrist.

Harry didn't know what made the dark man stopped talking. The wallet he had stolen was in his pocket; he didn't have any money but Dudley told him to buy cups of chocolate for him and his friends but he didn't give Harry money to buy it. He told Harry not to come home before he bought them, so what could Harry do?

The uneducated nineteen-nearly-twenty year old young man looked at the dark man. And he saw what Blaise saw.

The red and gold bracelet Draco gave him.

"You're him, are you not?" suddenly Blaise whispered.

"Wh…what?"

"Eight years ago, Draco had a best birthday ever. And he gave a boy, his playing companion, a bracelet, a red and gold bracelet with a small crest of his family name."

So his name is Draco, Harry thought, his heart clenched painfully with the memory. The Dursleys never mentioned or met them again. Draco never came. Harry was devastated, but he kept the bracelet safe on his wrist. The Dursleys were furious, but he refused to give it to them and eventually they just laughed at him, told him that it was a piece of rubbish, and never ask him about it anymore. After gave the small boy some slaps for disobedience, of course.

But, even uneducated (they will never waste a penny for Harry's education); Harry knows that the bracelet he was wearing is pure gold, and not rubbish like what they said.

"Tell me, is that you?"

"I… I think… I think so," Harry croaked. Abuses he had gotten made him always nervous around people. And he couldn't stop stammering.

Surprisingly, Blaise's face broke up into a smile. "You return my friend's wallet, and I'll help you."

"Will… will you really?"

"Of course. I'm his friend. If he gave that bracelet to you, you're also his friend."

Slowly, Harry gave back Draco's wallet, doubt clear in his eyes. Blaise put it in his pocket, and took his own wallet and gave a sum of money to Harry. "Is that enough?"

Harry counted the money with shaky fingers. It's more than enough, made heat rose behind his eyes in emotions. He managed a nod to the dark man.

"Hey," Blaise suddenly said. "I'm Lord Zabini, but please call me Blaise."

"Ha…Harry."

"Nice to meet you, Harry." A good idea formed in Blaise's brain. "Listen. Draco will be thrilled to see you again. His birthday will come two months from now." He put a card to Harry's hand. Those green eyes widened when he opened and read the card.

"You…this…you…"

Blaise frowned. This man couldn't say anything smoothly. Always stammers. He noticed some faint scars on his cheek and marks on his arms, below the bracelet. He could imagine the abuse Harry had endured. He had studied about abuses, but he never met one of the victims. To say he was shocked after acknowledged it was an understatement.

"Yes," he said; his voice gentler. "He wants it to be like a club party. You also have to wear a mask. Come if you can, Harry, this will be fun. And don't forget to bring the card; it has my signature in it. They will recognize you as my friend and you'll get closer to Draco."

"I'll… I'll try," Harry croaked. He looked up at Blaise, his eyes watered. "I… I have to… to go. Th…thank you…Blaise."

"My pleasure, Harry. I should go too. See you soon." Blaise turned and prepared to run.

"W-wait!"

The dark man looked back. "Wh…why are… you doing this?"

"Because," Blaise swished his fringes from his forehead. A small smile lay on his lips. Harry shuddered; it reminds him too much to Draco. "Draco cannot stop thinking about you."

And then he ran, left Harry who slumped in the darkened alley. He leaned against the brick wall, and the incident that happened eight years ago, repeated.

And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

"I'll meet… you again, Draco…. and… I just… I just want you to… to know who… who I am." Harry choked, his tears damped the invitation.

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

A club party. Harry may be uneducated, but he isn't an idiot. He knows well what the club looks like, because Dudley had dragged him there with his friends. Actually he disliked it, but he was interested with one thing.

The dance floor. The club dance never fails to fascinate him.

He had practiced those dance steps by himself. He even joined a night dance class, led by Nymphandora Tonks, a working class dance instructor. He's a good dancer, and The Dursleys never know it. After he had done all his chores, he fled there and back beyond midnight. Ron and Hermione, his best and only friends, also servants to The Dursleys, always stayed up to sneak him in and out before and after his dance class.

Somehow, Dudley notices. Maybe, just maybe. He always gave hard chores to Harry and he had to do it alone, so he would be too exhausted to go to the dance class. Harry is already of age, but he was still Dudley's punching bag. He often wonders when his last family being nice to him. Nobody knows that he's Lord Dursley's cousin, not servant. Even Ron and Hermione didn't.

"Harry!" Hermione ran and hugged him. "What happened?"

Harry put the chocolate cups on the table and left with the bushy haired girl. He couldn't stop smiling. "Wh…where's Ron?"

"He's cleaning the kitchen," she answered. Among the trio, only Hermione who ever sat in a classroom, before her parents deceased and she had to support herself in the age of twelve. She worked in the Dursleys since she was thirteen, and she met Harry. She was engaged to Ron Weasley, son of The Dursleys' head chef, Molly Weasley.

Ron had worked there since they were of age, which means seventeen. He fell in love with Hermione almost instantly. Ron never attend school because he was too weak to go there; and his parents weren't that rich to homeschooled him. Besides, he has six siblings, and all of them have to study too. That makes them lacking on money. So when Ron was seventeen and (felt) strong enough, he insisted to his mother to let him work with her.

"You have any chores tonight? Dudley didn't beat you again, did he?" she asked with hushed voice as they walked in the kitchen. She apparently noticed some dust on his outfit, Harry thought, bemused. He shook his head, answering the two questions at once.

"Her…Hermione, can you and Ron… please… help me?"

"So, Malfoy's Dance Club, eh?" Nymphandora, usually called by Tonks, looked down at her student. Harry just nodded, his face brightened. He swung his arm weakly, made a newly bruise on his arm below the bracelet more noticeable. She winced at the sight of the purple bruise on the small young man's arm.

"The theme is 'Party Rock Anthem'," she continued, her voice gentle but dreamy. "I know that song. Luna had shown the choreography to me."

Harry looked back to saw Luna Lovegood, his colleague, who was doing some kind of hip-hop dance mixed with ballet, her eyes unfocused. Sometimes Harry wonders if Tonks gives those dreamy traits of her to Luna. They are so much alike.

"What are you waiting for, then?" Tonks suddenly chided. "Let's go to the dance floor."

"Al…alright," Harry stammered, and was taken to the dance floor, joined Luna, Seamus and Dean.

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