This is for Drarry-for-Life's Twisted Fairytale Contest in dA. And I just own the story. JKR owns the chars. This chap is unbeta'd but I'm kind of afraid that I have to go somewhere w/o Internet because HOLIDAY IS COMING! YAY :D

This chap is for NewTimeFan, because her reviews make me smile. :)

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 messy mop which is considered as his black hair. And miles away, in a Manor, lives a rich, handsome boy. They had grown up and become young men, with their hearts collide and their love to each other.

They are like sky and earth. But even sky and earth ever met each other, right? When the sky and the earth were separated, they would find a way to merge again, whatever it takes, whatever it needs. Because, like what was said, fate has something to do with them.

Countess Narcissa Malfoy was drinking her tea slowly when she saw her son came rushing in the family room.

"Hello, Draco," she said softly. "What brings you here?"

Draco could only sigh. His mother would keep calm and collected through a hurricane. "Mother," he nodded as he sat down the leather couch. The Manor which was his parents' part was so much quieter and more luxurious than his own. No wonder, his parents are so much like Blaise, vintage fans.

"I need your help. It's about Lord Potter."

"I do notice. Your father already told me about this."

"And, have you come up with solutions?"

"I do not have any," Narcissa had to admit. She avoided the disappointment glance from her son. "But I do have one advice for you."

Draco leaned towards his mother, curious. Narcissa's advices are always helpful. She's someone who never lost her nerve even in the worst incident. Someone who always has great ideas in mind, someone her family depend themselves into.

"Listen," she started. "I heard Lord Dursley slapped his cousin in front of you and you stopped it eight years ago." Draco just nodded. "I sensed some abuses along with Lord Potter's life. I'm afraid he still experiences those abuses until now."

"Where do you think he lives now?"

"Still in The Dursleys."

"What? But it's impossible!"

"What makes you think like that, Draco dear?"

"Because, when I looked for him, they said that he's already gone with… with his parents."

"And do you think he has any parents?"

"I did, but when I rethought about it…" he stopped. "His parents won't let Dudley slapped him, right?"

"Of course." Narcissa replied seriously but Draco could sense some hint of excitement in her voice. "And the government forbids us to employ somebody underage, do they not?"

Something snapped in Draco's mind. "Mother, what if they were right? That Harry wasn't with his relatives anymore?"

"That's what they said, my son. And what thing that Lucius and I have taught you? 'Do not believe in every word you hear'. Remember?" she took a deep breath. "And they have many rooms in there, Draco. You were not checking all of those, were you?"

Draco blushed, a thing he rarely does outside from his family circle. He rose and hugged his mother tightly. "You're right," he admitted.

"I advise you to go there, but do not tell them about it. Go secretly and unnoticeably. You'll find Lord Potter, I promise." Narcissa hugged her son back, smiling inwardly.

"Why Father and you do this?" he asked, smiled and kissed her cheek.

"Because we know you love him." Draco's eyes widened, and Narcissa winked of the unspoken question. "Remind yourself to not tell Dobby secrets."

She rose and prepared to leave her blushing son. "And Draco?"

"Yes, Mother?"

"First love never dies. And nothing we can do for it except to accept it." She held her laughter when she saw her son's face reddened more. "Now wait here, I have something to discuss with you."

And then she left with a swish of her skirt as Draco's mind spun. She was back in a minute, with an obviously old but neat-folded article in her hand.

Later that evening…

"WHERE'S HE?"

"I…I have to… go."

"Not this time, Harry!" Ron gripped Harry's upper arm tightly. "He had beaten you two times already!"

Hermione was crying. "He's too much, Harry! We won't let you this time! I don't care if they fire us, you won't go there anymore!"

Harry couldn't move his already beaten body when Ron half-dragged him to the backyard. "You stay here. We won't let him get to you." Hermione said as she healed Harry's bruised eye.

Harry was seated on the ground. His back was leaned against Ron's body. They were below a tree and a pile of bushes, so they wouldn't be too noticeable.

Suddenly a shadow fell to their vision, and the first thing that Harry saw was blonde hair.

"Y…you."

Draco recognized the stammer. This was his playing companion, this was his dance partner. This is him. "Harry, what happened to you?" he snapped and kneeled.

"You… you know… me?"

Draco nodded. "After all these eight years, I finally know your name."

Harry closed his eyes, tears ran freely from them. Draco turned to his friends and smiled. "I'm Lord Malfoy."

"We know," the bushy girl answered. "I'm Hermione Granger."

The lanky redhead didn't say anything, but he nodded and muttered, "Ron Weasley."

Draco lifted Harry's arm softly. And he placed the red bracelet to the place where it belongs. "Harry, this is yours," he whispered, but Harry was to beaten up to notice.

"We should get out of here. At least, Lord Potter has to be safe."

"Lord Potter?" Hermione and Ron both gaped at him. Draco just nodded and gestured them to stand up. "I'll explain, now get in the car."

"So, you find the last Potter heir," a sound was heard in front of them.

"Count, Lord, and Countess Dursley, what a surprise," Draco greeted slightly, anger obvious in his voice.

"Where do you think he is going?" Petunia asked coldly. Ron was holding Harry's body as Hermione cowered behind Draco's tall, lean body.

"I'm afraid it's none of your business," Draco answered lightly. "Lord Harry Potter is already of age—he's nineteen, and you have no right to touch him anymore."

"And you have none either," Dudley said. Maybe he was thinking about his punching bag and not his cousin's life.

"Oh, but I do," Draco refuted. "He had worn that Malfoy bracelet for eight years. I gave it to him, and he appreciates my gift, so I am his friend, at least."

"It's not that easy for you to just take him. We're his last family," Vernon protested.

"Well, I think it's as easy as hit him, am I right? And let me tell you about family," Draco hissed, his patience was wearing off. "Family is not just a name; it's a refuge, a home. Everybody here can see there's no refuge Harry could find in you, let alone a home. And if you tried to open your mouth about this, people won't be happy if they heard you abused a son of Potter, a Lord Potter. Remember, he's twice richer than you."

And after that he nodded to Ron and Hermione. "Let's go."

Ron and Hermione were going inside the car when Draco turned back to face the dumbstruck family. "And I'm withdrawing Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley from this household. Thank you."

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