This is for Drarry-for-Life's Twisted Fairytale Contest in dA. And I just own the story. JKR owns the chars. Someone named XXShiro-KunXX in dA volunteered to beta this chapter, and I cannot be happier today! Thanks a lot, Shiro-Kun!

Another (longer) A/N, about this (confusing) line: ...he held Harry's heart like a heartgrenade.... I bet not only Shiro-Kun who is confused with it. Sorry, but I cannot hold myself and keep forgetting that this is NOT a Green Day fic. that line is from She's A Rebel by Green Day. That song inspired me a bit too much, I have to say.

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

Once upon a time, there lived a scrawny young man with brilliant green eyes and a messy mop which was considered as his black hair. And miles away, in a Manor, lived a rich, handsome young man. They met each other, even though they realized they were like sky and earth, their hearts collided without either realizing, and they could not stop thinking about each other since then.

Time passed and they the rich young man was to hold a party for his twentieth birthday. The green eyed one was determined to go. Luckily he had some friends that supported him. But if something happened could they meet again? If they could, it was because fate surely has something to do with them.

A MONTH LATER…

"Malfoys?"

Harry just nodded, couldn't hide his grin. He would meet the boy who changed his life, again! He couldn't wait for June 5th! Next month!

"I've heard about them," Hermione said again, folded the card and gave it to Harry. "They were, and still are, the richest family in Wiltshire."

Harry winced when he remembered the incident eight years ago. Wiltshire.

"Listen, boy, you know the richest family in Wiltshire, don't you? Who are they, boy?"

"I… I don't know."

"No wonder, a moron like you."

"Harry?" Ron asked, snapped him from his thoughts. "If you want to go there, we should make plans from now. We've been thinking about one since last month, when you asked for help, and we've come out with some. Well, actually it's Mione who had come up with some." Ron blushed. "And we think we need to discuss it with you first."

"Al…alright."

They had began to discuss it when Dudley bellowed from his room. "WHERE'S HE?"

"I…I have to… to go," Harry stood abruptly. He knew that Dudley was calling him, even when he had not mentioned his name. Ron had to hold him from falling. "See…see you… later…guys."

"You can't go there, Harry!" Ron insisted, for the hundredth time.

Harry shook his head. Fear rose in his body. "And… and… get you… you two…fired? N-no."

Harry released himself from Ron's grip and ran as fast as he could, left the two lovebirds alone.

"See you, Harry." Hermione said sadly.

It was not good.

Dudley had heard about the big party Draco was to hold, and he had insisted on going. Harry realized that Draco had invited almost all the royal lords and ladies in Britain. But he allowed them to take a friend with them, even the non-royal ones. He wanted to expand his society, and the trio decided this would be a good idea.

And Dudley wanted to go. Vernon disliked the idea, and Dudley had needed to channel his anger. So he had called Harry to his room.

When Harry went back to his room, cupboard under the stairs, even at the age of nineteen, Ron and Hermione were already there. Like usual, Hermione wiped blood from his nose and Ron whispered angry words about the smug, abusive royal family. Harry understood that they were afraid of his last family, and they didn't want to get fired. He didn't want that either, because he didn't want to lose his only friends.

"What now?" Ron asked.

"Dudley w-wants… to come. V-Vernon dislike…the…the idea."

"Come? To Malfoy's party?" Hermione gaped.

Harry gave her a stiff nod. Mostly because his head and neck hurt. But suddenly his knees gave up and he fell, kneeled on the floor.

"I was… I was happy, and he… he destroyed it… he destroys everything! Wh-what if… what if… Draco… chooses him… over me? He… he dances…he dances better…better than me!"

"Harry," Hermione pulled him to an awkward hug. Harry gasped and cried in to her shoulder. Ron approached them and pulled his fiancé and friend to his embrace. The trio sulked together, as Ron and Hermione vowed in their hearts, that nobody could destroy this opportunity. Somehow, Lord Draco Malfoy became Harry's refuge, and they would make them meet again.

Whatever it took.

"Miss Tonks," Hermione greeted. She had read some news about this weird woman, who has a obsession on changing her hair color and style. Tonks also has a fetish on colored contact lenses; she changed her eye color almost every day.

"Hello," she greeted back. "What brings you here?"

"It's about your student, Harry."

"Ah, ah," Tonks smiled dreamily at the bushy haired young woman, and winked her now-hazel-eyes on her. "He learns very hard, that Harry, especially the Party Rock Anthem's choreographs. He's determined to attend the Malfoy's party."

"Well, you know that then," Hermione took a deep breath. "You're a dance instructor, and I think you can help us about costumes."

"You're looking for a mask and outfits, aren't you?" she asked, and her smile widened in amusement when she saw her face redden. Hermione herself felt her cheeks grew hotter in embarrassment. This woman knew everything she wanted to say.

"A friend of mine has a small costume shop. Why don't give it a look?" Tonks said softly, took a little box and pulled out a card. "His address," she said curtly.

"Thank you, Miss Tonks," Hermione bowed down in front of the dance instructor.

"Your welcome, Miss…?"

"I'm Hermione Granger. And that guy who's trying to dance but is failing miserably, is my fiancé, Ron Weasley." She sighed as she looked to Ron, who was trying to break-dance. "Nice to meet you, Miss Tonks," she looked back at Tonks and they shook hands. "I should go."

"Alright," Tonks said, came back to her dreamy side again. "Say good luck to Harry, eh?"

Hermione just nodded and then she was gone with the redhead.

"Hello, Harry," Ron greeted the green eyed young man. Hermione smiled behind him.

"H…hi, Ron. He…hello, Hermione."

"There's something for you." Hermione said, her face full of riddles. Harry lifted his eyebrow.

"Wh…what is it?"

"In your room, Harry," Ron carefully patted his back. "Look for it," Hermione continued, still wiping the dining table.

Harry went to his room and saw a package on his small bed, wrapped neatly.

From:
SIRIUS O. BLACK
UNREGISTERED ANIMAGUS: COSTUME SHOP AND INN
12th GRIMMAULD PLACE
SURREY

Harry gasped. Nobody had ever send him a package before. He flipped the package. Maybe this wasn't for him. Yes, it had to be that. This must be Dudley's, or Uncle Vernon's, or Aunt Petunia's, or…

To:
HARRY
THE DURSLEYS RESIDENCE
4th PRIVET DRIVE
SURREY

It's for him. FOR HIM. Harry couldn't hide his amazement. Slowly and carefully, he ripped the package open.

A neon red and gold full-face mask fell onto the bed. Harry pulled out tight jeans, a pair of sparkly shoes, a black leather jacket, and a neon red T-shirt. He saw a pair of silver dog tags, a small box of contact lenses, and a piece of paper. He picked the paper, and read the words there.

Harry,
I've been informed by a friend of mine, your dance instructor, Tonks, about your friends, Hermione and Ron's, arrival in my shop. She said that you'll attend a big party, and you'll need outfits. So, these are for you. Have fun.

Sirius Black, Nymphandora Tonks, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley

Harry smiled so wide 'till his cheeks hurt. His smile didn't fade even when he read the little note below the letter.

PS.
Your name is same with my godson. Sometimes I wonder that I've meet him again when Ron said your name. But he's already dead, as long as I've known. Nevermind. Let's say these are from your fairy godfather, in case you already have one. Hope you like it.
S.B

Ron was carrying dirty clothes when he heard Count Vernon's voice roared in the room. He leaned against the wall, eavesdropping.

"Listen, Dudley, I forbid you to go there!"

"Dad, I just want to party! What's wrong with that?"

"It's Malfoys! They disgraced us eight years ago! And that little scum of their Lord," Ron cringed when he heard Vernon's swear. "Dare to come back here again, and look for him!"

"Him?"

"That boy, of course!" Ron frowned, didn't know who his master was referring to.

"What?" Dudley's voice was full of shock.

Silence. Ron truly hoped that Dudley would change his mind and didn't go to Malfoy's party.

"Dad, you're really thinking that I'll change my mind with this, aren't you?"

"Yes!"

"Well, you failed," Dudley said, his voice full of victory.

"Bloody hell," Ron swore, too soft to be heard.

"Dad, I'm almost twenty. I'm not a kid anymore, I can watch over myself."

Vernon let out a sigh. "Alright. You are allowed to go there until midnight. I won't tolerate more than that."

Ron had to hold his laughter. As if Lord Dursley never went out beyond midnight! Suddenly he felt a bit lightheaded. He had to carry these clothes down, before he collapsed for bringing heavy things a bit too long. Damn his sickness.

Ron ran downstairs. He had to told Hermione and Harry about this.

"So," Hermione started, after some tearful moments with Harry and Ron. Harry wept when he saw the package and thanked them repeatedly. "If Dudley wants to go there and back before midnight, you should do the same."

"W…what?"

"I mean, you have to go back before midnight. I don't want something happened to you."

"Al…alright," Harry answered, a bit puzzled.

"Well, Harry," Ron said, "why don't you take these for a try?"

"Al…alright."

They just tried the mask when Ron asked, "Harry?"

"Y…yes?"

"What did Lord Malfoy do to make you so happy?"

Harry's face paled. He had never told anyone about him and Draco. But Ron and Hermione were his best friends, the only ones he'd ever had. Draco was his first friend and he held Harry's heart tightly like a hand grenade. Why couldn't he tell them about him?

So Harry pulled up his oversized shirt sleeve. "Th…this bracelet. He…he gave it to me."

His two friends' eyes widened.

"He's my… he's my… first…first friend. I… will… I will never…forget…him."

Silence. But then Hermione nodded. "Oh, I see. Now, Harry, put that mask off and try this shirt. Ron, where's his shirt?" Her voice melted the tension between them and Ron smiled as he looked for the neon thing.

TWO DAYS BEFORE DRACO'S BIRTHDAY…

"Lord Zabini," Dobby greeted the Zabini heir. Blaise nodded at him said, "I need to talk to you."

"Okay," Dobby answered.

"In private," Blaise looked around. Draco was eyeing him suspiciously and next to him, Pansy was too occupied to notice; she was ordering the servants about the furniture and final designs of a nightclub The Silver Trio had designed together.

"Draco," Blaise waved at him, tried to soften the nearly birthday boy a bit. "I need to talk to Dobby."

"About what?"

"Your birthday," Blaise answered, half-truthfully. "So?"

"Go ahead," Draco sighed, wiped his sweat from his forehead. Finally he was sweating, Blaise thought, amused. "I had no idea that making this would drive me to a frenzy. If I knew this would be this complicated, I would've had no ceremony at all. If somebody wants to talk to me about birthday's again after this, I will hex them to a mute."

"Calm down, friend," Blaise patted his back. "It's your twentieth birthday, you should celebrate it."

"Yeah, yeah whatever you say," Blaise just laughed at Draco's sigh and went outside with Dobby. But before he left, he caught a glance of a thing that had been encircling Draco's wrist for almost eight years, but only had just caught his interest.

That green and silver bracelet.

"Yes, Lord Zabini?"

"For God's sake, call me Blaise," he sighed. "Never mind. Dobby, I need to know something."

Dobby stayed silent, waited for the lord to say something.

"Draco said that you gave him the bracelets, right?"

"I did. Why?" his face suddenly brightened. "You found the other one?"

Blaise nodded, and then told Draco's now-butler, the story.

"So," Dobby said slowly. "Harry tried to steal Draco's wallet, you saw the red bracelet, and remembered that Draco misses him so much?"

"Yes. That's why I gave him my invitation," Blaise explained. "Listen, Dobby. He has my signature, and he'll wear a mask. I don't know what will he look like, but if you see the card and my signature, just let him in, okay? I don't want Draco to know this now; this will be his best birthday ever."

"Before his 12th birthday of course," Dobby said, a smile came across his lips. Blaise nodded in agreement.
"He told me about a shy, cute emerald-eyed little boy who was his playing companion. He enjoyed it so much until he went back to The Dursleys and found out that Harry was gone. At least that's what they told him."

"And he cannot stop thinking about him," Dobby continued. "I love Draco like I love my own siblings, Blaise. I'll do everything I can to make him happy."

"Pans and I will do the same. Because he didn't look that happy for eight years."

"Yes."

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