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!

Now is the most important chapter coming. Because that's when they meet again. It sounded better in my head, seriously. But enjoy, I hope you'll like it. :)

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

Once upon a time, there lived a scrawny little boy with brilliant green eyes and messy black mop which was considered as his hair. And miles away, in a Manor, there lived a rich, handsome boy. They met each other, and their hearts collided without either realizing. They could not stop thinking about each other since then.

After years, eventually they had an opportunity to meet again. And fate would make sure that they wouldn't waste it. Because like what was said, fate surely has something to do with them.

THE D-DAY…

Dudley was in a happy mood. Not surprising though, since he was allowed to go to Draco's party and all. But he noticed that Harry was happy too, and it dampened his own joyful mood.

"What are you staring at?" he spoke harshly at his much-too-smaller cousin. Harry snapped from his thoughts, winced, and continued to mop the floor. But it wasn't enough. He leaned against the wall as one of his legs suddenly sprang out and tripped Harry. The small young man fell; face first in to the bucket filled with cold, dirty water.

"Oops. Sorry," he said sarcastically. "Maybe if you weren't so clumsy, you'll use your eyes, you four-eyed freak."

Harry saw red.

"Get… out," he hissed. "Don't…don't touch...touch me…again."

Dudley cringed a bit at his words, but didn't cower. "I will," he said. "And I'll be out to attend the most prestigious party in the whole of Britain tonight."

He didn't know why, but he saw Harry wince nervously. But he thought it was because of Harry's position, wet and humiliated. He continued to taunt his cousin, who tried to hold back his tears and anger.

Later that evening, Ron and Hermione were done with their work and began looking for their friend. "Harry? Are you there?" Ron said quietly, knocking on his cupboard door.

No answer. "Ron, maybe I know where he is." Hermione suddenly said. "It's a place he would go often-before you came here."

"Well, show me." Ron said desperately. "I don't want to spend my time sneaking around this house to find him. I will surely get fired."

Hermione took him to the attic. "Look," she whispered.

The only fireplace in the house was lit. A dark figure was sitting near it. Without any doubt, Ron knew it was Harry. He wanted to approach him, but Hermione held him. "He never came here after you joined Ron. Let him be for a while."

They were preparing to leave when Ron heard Harry's voice echoed in the dark attic.

I mused near the lit fire
My dreams danced in the flames
Good dreams, cheerful dreams
But it's empty
It's all empty
Ah, empty!

Ron gasped. And that's when Harry looked up and saw Ron. "Ron," he nodded at the redhead.

"Harry, you need to get ready now." Hermione said softly, breaking the awkward silence.

"Okay, now Dudley's gone."

Harry snuck out to The Dursley's backyard. Hermione held a plastic bag, filled with Harry's outfits, while Ron kept watch of the street through the bushes.

"Good." Hermione smiled weakly. They were nervous and scared. If their masters found out about this, they would surely be fired. And Molly Weasley would certainly kill her son.

With shaky hands, Harry took up the outfits and wore it one by one. Ron helped him whilst Hermione looked around; making sure that nobody was near them or was seeing them from the house. She nodded in relief when she noticed there were none.

"Alright," she said. "Last touch." She poured a small amount of cologne and spread it on Harry's outfits and neck. "Vanilla scent is memorable."

They walked with Harry to a small road. A taxi was there, and Ron's brother was the driver. They had booked him for Harry for the rest of the night, with nothing for return. The Weasley twins, Fred and George, loved Harry and Hermione.

"Fred," Ron nodded at his elder brother.

"I'm George!"

"What?" Hermione lifted her eyebrow. "But we talked to Fred before!"

Ron huffed, and his hands circled his brother's neck. He avoided it, and when they strangled him softly, he laughed out loud.

"Fred, stop joking," Ron sighed. Then he turned to his friends. "It's Fred. He's ticklish on the neck."

"I see," Hermione tried to hold back her laughter. "Now, Harry, you may go." She kissed Harry's cheek and Ron hugged him.

"Have fun, Harry!"

Harry looked back at them and said softly. "Thank… thank you. For…for everything."

"Don't mention it," they said as Harry got inside the taxi.

Fred opened his window and stared at the two lovebirds outside. "I'll stay until midnight, is that okay? I have to put this taxi back to the headquarters or tomorrow my boss will kill me."

"It's…it's fine," Harry said behind him. Ron and Hermione just nodded. Fred smiled at them and closed the window.

Hermione was embracing Ron when the taxi roared to life and went away.

"You know what, Ron?"

"What?"

"I think Harry is in love with Lord Malfoy."

Dobby and his fellow Malfoy servants were greeting guests when he saw someone stood nervously at a bit of a distant from him. When there weren't any guests left, he left his friends and approached the young man. He wore a mask, so surely he was one of Draco's guests.

"I see you want to go inside," Dobby said, his tone soft. "Why don't you just walk in?"

"I…I don't… I don't know. Blaise gave me…he gave me…this."

Dobby frowned when he opened the card, but when he saw Lord Zabini's signature on it, something snapped. It was him.

"You're Lord Zabini's friend. Just come in. I'm sure The Silver Trio would love to see you."

"Al…alright." Harry said nervously. He rolled his sleeve up to wipe sweat on his neck and Dobby saw the bracelet. He knew he would see it there, but he was still surprised. It had been eight years and finally his young master would see his love again. Yes, this was his love. Draco had even confessed that he was in love with this young man. He just broke up with Baroness Astoria Greengrass (the younger sister of Lady Daphne Greengrass) and before that, Lady Pansy Parkinson. When Dobby asked why, his master had admitted it.

Dobby followed Harry's body with his eyes. Yes, fate surely has something to do with them.

"Pans, I didn't find a nice dancer to dance with."

"Not yet." Pansy said patiently. She knew that Draco was nervous. Blaise had told her about Harry, and somehow, she felt that Draco knew it. Or maybe he was nervous because this was his first big party. "People are still coming, Dray."

"Yeah. And I don't want to dance with that fat Lord Dursley. Even I have to admit he dances good," Draco huffed, his stormy grey eyes squinted below his mask which only covered the top half of his face. "Who invited him anyway?"

"You told Blaise that every lord and lady could come," Pansy replied, the neon orange full-face mask shined below the light. "He's a Lord, so he could come. Maybe he's not that bad; and you said that you want to expand your society. Why not start from him?"

"Whatever," he sighed and Pansy laughed. "May I dance with you while our Lord Zabini is too occupied with that DJ table?"

Pansy smiled. Her Draco was back. "Alright, Lord Malfoy."

Harry had to hold his breath. The venue was amazing! It was even more astonishing than any club Dudley had ever dragged him into. And the dance floor! Oh, that dance floor!

His dance instincts kicked in and he walked down the sparkling dance floor. Party Rock Anthem roared from those speakers and his instincts kicked harder, and he began shuffling.

He threw a glance to the DJ table higher than the dance floor, and saw Blaise as the DJ. The dark man looked up from the table and caught his stare. Maybe he recognized me, Harry thought, and his thought was proven when Blaise smiled at him.

Pansy was dancing with the birthday boy (not on the dance floor, of course, Draco was supposed to showed up when Blaise called him) when she saw a sign Blaise gave her. That Sign. That means…

She kept shuffling along with Draco as Blaise nodded to the dance floor, on the right, gestured to a young man who was dancing alone. He wore a full-face, neon red and gold, mask. That made his emerald eyes stick out from beneath the mask.

Draco had even told them about those cute emerald eyes, and Pansy knew it in an instant. She spun in time, almost lost her concentration, but managed a nod to her fiancé without Draco's notice.

Blaise smirked to her and said through the microphone, "Now please welcome…" Draco and Pansy automatically stopped dancing. "THE BIRTHDAY BOY!"

"Here goes nothing," Draco muttered as he shuffled down the dance floor.

The music restarted. "PARTY ROCK!" people shouted.

LETS GO!
Party rock is in the house tonight
Everybody just have a good time
And we gonna make you lose your mind
Everybody just have a good time

Maybe it was a good idea to make this a dance masked party. People won't notice me, Harry thought. But Dudley may be able to recognise me. Why can't I tame this hair?

He danced with a few people. But they were bad dancers, he thought sadly.

And then he looked at the birthday boy. His Draco Malfoy. And he was dancing with… with… was that Dudley?

We just wanna see ya…
SHAKE THAT!

Suddenly people changed their dance partners. Harry moved from a girl to a young woman with neon orange full-face mask. Her hazel eyes were filled with something Harry couldn't read as they shuffled together. But he bet she was smiling, even with the mask covering her mouth.

"I'm Lady Parkinson, Pansy is my nickname," she suddenly said.

"Ha…Harry."

"Oh, my," she said. Why did she sound so surprised, he wondered. "I'm one of the Silver Trio. Blaise told me about you."

Why do people now know about me?

"Listen," she said, as they kept shuffling together, the song roared via those speakers. "I'll pair you with Draco, I promise." She could feel Harry's breath hitch when she mentioned Draco's name. Yes, this was Draco's playing companion.

Pansy spun and Harry shuffled. Even though they never practiced together, they made it perfect. She did a moonwalk dance, a thing Harry didn't get in his class with Tonks, so he shuffled forwards, towards the short-haired young woman.

"You're quite remarkable as a dancer, Harry," she complimented. Like Draco, there was no offence in her voice. "Draco will say so, I bet."

Party rock is in the house tonight
Everybody just have a good time
And we gonna make you lose your mind
Everybody just have a good time

"Be ready," she whispered. "This will give you chance to change partners."

"Al…alright."

We just wanna see ya…

Suddenly she was in front of Harry. He looked around and saw people did the same thing. Draco wasn't far from him; he was dancing with a girl who Harry didn't know. While Dudley… Thank God, he was far away from them.

shake that…

The music silenced up a bit. Harry knew this song like he knew his own palm. He knew all the choreographies in it, and he took his breath, readied himself for the next part of the song.

Everyday I'm shufflin'!

After that the song… exploded into life.

"Hello, Astoria," Draco greeted his ex while dancing together. Astoria smiled below her purple half- mask. "Hi Draco."

"How's Neville?"

"Fine." They shuffled together. Draco bowed, Astoria bowed, their feet spun together.

"Good steps, Lord Malfoy," she said, a bit of malice in her voice. Draco knew she still loved him. But he also knew that Astoria deserved a person who was better than a blonde who kept thinking about another person with cute emerald eyes whilst still dating her.

"Thank you, Baroness Greengrass." He answered solemnly. "Now we have to change partners. See you."

Baroness Astoria Greengrass just nodded when Lord Draco Malfoy rowed together in front of her, and they began to move opposite ways. Draco and his lines to the left, and Astoria's went to the right.

Shufflin' shufflin'

The song stopped the two lines together. Draco was paired together with a messy haired young man. He lifted his eyebrows, never had the idea that he would dance with another man tonight occurred to him. A man other than the cute emerald eyed boy he always thinks about. But he took the young man's hand and they shuffled together.

Harry's world turned to a blur. He knew that his transparent contact lenses were still there, it was just the person in front of him that made his eyes blurred. Pansy was there, and she practically shoved him in front of Draco.

"Good luck, and have fun," she whispered. Yes, he would have fun.

The song also turned into a blur, but he still remembered the choreography. Draco was impressed with his body's moves and they made a perfect pair.

"You're great!" Draco praised, and Harry could feel his cheeks get hotter below his mask. The song was finally done. They danced many songs ahead. They danced until they felt that they couldn't stand properly anymore. But they had a great time together. Draco had never met a lord with great dance steps before. He was so happy.

Finally they went to the bar, took every appetizers and small cakes which were provided there. No alcohol, because Draco vowed that he didn't want to deal with his guests' hangovers on the next day.

"So, do you want some food? Or drink? Or seat? Here, you can sit here," Draco asked as he sat down, tried to make his dance partner take off his mask. He leaned forward and smelled some vanilla on Harry's clothes. Mmm. He loved vanilla.

"N…no, thank…thank you."

Those stammers.

Draco felt something stir in his body. His memories played havoc with his emotions for the hundredth time, when he had played with the stammering boy. He looked up, but Harry avoided his eyes.

"Er…I need…I need to go…toilet…" Harry suddenly stammered, looking away from Draco's stormy eyes. He felt that those beautiful eyes could bore down into his soul.

"Back there," Draco pointed.

"Al…alright." Harry unconsciously rolled up his jacket sleeve to wipe sweat from his neck. Draco's eyes widened when he saw the thing he had missed for eight years. He blinked and wished it was true the stammering, cute emerald-eyed boy who was his playing companion.

But before he had a chance to do anything, Harry was gone. He blinked some more, and felt as if a switch was flipped on in his body.

"Hey! Wait!" he rose and ran after the messy haired young man, ignoring the music and some disappointed glances from the other guests.

Count Lucius Malfoy had no idea that he would find a young man in the loo, sweating and shaking. He didn't usually go into that loo, because his son owned half of the Manor now, including that loo. But his son was holding a birthday party, and Lucius was interested. So he decided to come and take a look.

"Hello," Lucius greeted the masked young man. The man looked up, his fringe flew from his forehead and Lucius was shocked of what he saw.

A lightning bolt scar.

"You…" He trailed his eyes down and saw a familiar bracelet on the young man's wrist. "Wait."

Harry stopped from his way to the nearest loo. "May I see your bracelet?"

"Al…alright." He released the thing from his wrist, a thing he had never done before. But he saw Lucius' face and realized that he must've been Draco's father, and he couldn't go against him.

Lucius examined the bracelet carefully. Oh God, this was the bracelet he gave to Dobby's father years ago. He knew that Dobby gave these to his son, and Draco surely gave it to that young man. But what did that mean?

When Harry was out, his eyes were fixed on the clock.

11.50 PM. Oh, shit. Harry automatically ran outside, his mask on his hand, he didn't care of Lucius' yells after him.

Draco ran inside the farthest loo from the birthday venue and met his father with Harry's bracelet in his hand.

"Father, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see your party."

"Father, I told you it's…"

"And I met a rude young man with messy mop of black hair, ran outside without realizing his bracelet was still with me."

"What?" Draco took the bracelet from his father's hand. He gripped it, and then he ran outside, and was greeted by silence.

He heard a car engine in a distant. And his eyes watered in an instant. He had almost met his love, and there he was, holding the thing that had caused them to collide. He fell onto his knees, and sang with a hoarse voice.

Beautiful ride, beautiful outfits
Silver-laced, resplendent, wonderful
But the flames went down
Dreams were gone
Flew as a smoke
Flew as a smoke
Oh, darling!

Lucius came and stood behind his broken son, dumbfounded when he realized that Draco was crying. Without even looking at his father, Draco said, "Father, can you help me? Please?"

The next chap will up soon! Reviews?

PS.
The song that Draco sang when Harry left him, and the song that Harry sang in the attic is actually not a song. It's my own translation (and addition) to Darrell Rivers' lyrics (for the Cinderella drama) in IN A FIFTH AT MALORY TOWERS by Enid Blyton. If someone has the original English book, review and tell me what's the right lyric so I can change it. Thanks.