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 my beta Shiro-Kun, even it's unbeta'd, I want to show my gratitude towards her. :)

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.

After some abuses, tears, blood, and bruises, fate reunite them again. Finally the sky and earth reunited and merged together, and that's because fate surely has something to do with them.

"He got a concussion, bruises and lacerations. One of his ribs cracked. But he'll heal." The doctor said without even looked back to the three people who were standing behind him.

Draco turned to Harry's friends. "You two should rest," he said, looking at the tired Hermione and red-eyed Ron. "You heard him," he gestured to the doctor. "He's fine, and Dobby already readied two rooms near here to you."

Hermione suddenly walked towards him and wrapped his body in her arms. "Thank you, Lord Malfoy… thank you."

"That's okay, Hermione. And please call me Draco." He saw Ron's muttered a 'thank you' and pulled her from Draco's hug. "C'mon, Mione, let Harry rest."

They left. And the doctor followed soon after. Draco looked down at Harry. Lord Potter.

He sat on the floor; put his head on his arms on the bed, staring at his first love. "Harry, you don't know what you have done to me." His hand played with the messy mop of Harry's hair. He propped his upper body and let his face separated only several inches from Harry's.

"You know what?" he asked with hushed voice. "I've been in love with you for eight years."

And then he closed the gap between their faces.

Harry felt his head spun when he tried to get up. He looked around. The room was empty, but whose walls were white-creamed and bright from the sun. Harry walked towards a big window on his right, his eyes squinted behind his glasses, avoided the sunlight. Being in a dark cupboard for all his life makes him unusual to the sun light.

He leaned against the glass and saw a figure kneeled in the garden. He blinked several times and realized that was a teenager, around twelve or thirteen years old. And his hair was sleek blonde.

Harry just wanted to say something when a song came across his hearing.

And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get Him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
If I only could

This song, Harry thought. I know this song.

Suddenly the boy turned his head and looked exactly at Harry, his eyes wet and tears streamed down his cheek. Draco's hand clutched to his wrist, gripped the green bracelet he wore.

Harry couldn't move a muscle. But Draco could. He rose and slowly approached the window that separated them. His beautiful voice was still spinning Harry's mind.

You, be running up that hill
You and me, be running up that hill
You and me won't be unhappy.

Harry placed his palm on the glass. Suddenly it felt clammy, but still solid and hard like before. Draco lifted his hand and put it on it, their palms only separated by the glass.

And then the world spun.

You, be running up that hill
You and me, be running up that hill
You and me won't be unhappy.

Harry landed on the familiar lawn. The Dursleys Residence, he thought. But this looks older. He saw a black limo stopped in front of the residence, and his breath hitched when a familiar figure stepped out from the car.

Draco, looked like his twelve year old self, was greeted by Vernon. He bowed politely and they talked about something that turned Harry's world upside down.

"May I see Lord Dursley? I need to talk about a boy he knows."

"I'm afraid he's not at home, Lord Malfoy."

"Well, I think you know him. Dobby, my servant, had told you about my arrival here."

"The boy you're looking for is not here anymore."

Draco frowned. "Are you sure? Maybe you made a mistake. This boy has emerald eyes…"

"Yes, yes," Vernon swished his hand. Harry's eyes widened. Draco was here, he was looking for him. Harry stepped back, lightheaded. He couldn't believe this. He thought Draco had left him, but…

"And he had gone with his parents several days ago."

"Oh…" Draco said weakly. "I see. Well, I have no business here anymore, so I have to go. Thank you for your time, Count Dursley." He bowed down and went outside. And Harry suddenly saw himself in his cupboard, tied down on a chair. His aunt stood in front of him, and the dark place made her look like a lanky shadow.

Harry winced at the sight of his younger self. He remembered this time.

"Listen, boy," she hissed, her voice dangerous. "Nobody here wants to be your friend. Nobody, you hear me? As for your disobedience, you are not allowed have your dinner and stay here until tomorrow. Understand?"

The younger Harry winced in pain as his aunt slapped him several times. Harry himself closed his eyes. He remembered all these. He wondered why that was Aunt Petunia who slapped him and not his uncle. And now he knew why. Vernon was handling Draco who came and Petunia held him here.

That thought made tears ran out from his eyes.

And then the world spun again. Draco's beautiful voice was heard.

You, be running up that hill
You and me, be running up that hill
You and me won't be unhappy.

Harry landed on a room. Other than the white-cream room he had landed before, he was landed on a living room. A slightly older Draco sat up straight on the biggest seat. He smiled; but Harry knew it was forced. The blonde boy wore a jet black coat which looked too old for his own age.

A woman who was supposed to be his mother approached. "Happy 13th birthday, Draco."

"Thanks, Mother." Draco answered curtly, and his face looked bored when the guests left and he was with his mother only. "Mother, I'm bored."

"You shouldn't be," she answered. "Today is your birthday."

"Yes, and I am bored. Mother, when I can play like…?"

"…other children in their birthdays?" she continued, obviously already heard that question for many times. Harry frowned. Maybe this was why Draco enjoyed his company very much. He never been thathappy in his own birthdays.

As if understood, Harry's world spun and blurred. Draco's voice sang again. But instead of a sad, dark song, this song was happier and louder.

Love conquers every time when two hearts come to collide
You're the card in my valentine and the candy hearts in my mind.

Harry's vision cleared as he saw a beautiful, dark garden. The moon shone and made the lawn more beautiful than it used to be. And then he heard someone rushed in from the Manor behind him. He looked back and saw Draco, twenty year old Draco, looked pained and indignant. Harry saw his outfits and realized that it was his birthday party.

He gasped when he saw Draco's eyes watered and his hand gripped his red bracelet. Why Draco was crying? Does he miss Harry that much?

Harry's world spun again. Draco's voice just a faint whisper now, but the song was still the same.

And true love is the rule
And you're nobody's fool

He was thrown to another universe now, and he saw younger Dobby (was it him?) sat in front of the younger Draco, maybe around sixteen years old.

"Draco, Baroness Astoria is a decent girl, why you broke up with her?"

"Listen Dobby, I'm tired of that question. Pansy and Blaise are enough already!"

"I'm sorry, Master Draco."

"Don't be." Draco sighed, he looked like he didn't want to disappoint his servant. "I'm just agitated. I cannot stop thinking about this boy, I cannot put him out of my head! Even when I was with Astoria, and Pansy."

"Who is he?"

"The boy who was my playing companion, remember? You know what, Dobby? I'm still unsure about this, but I think I've been in love with him."

Harry's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe this. And as the world spun, he heard Draco's voice again.

The ship's coming to the light and it was love at first sight.
Baby, baby, you're the light and the flame burns in my mind's eye.

And Draco was there with Hermione and Ron, he circled the bracelet to Harry's wrist and kissed it. Harry smiled tearfully; this made his heart ache in longing. He missed Draco, he realized that he loves him all along.

"I love you, Lord Draco Malfoy," he whispered, his voice hushed with emotions. "I've loved you for all these eight years."

"After all this time?"

Harry winced, and finally realized that it was Draco's voice. It was him, asking for confirmation, for something that he could be sure of. Harry took a deep breath, and smiled.

"Always."

Then his world spun once again, for the last time. And he saw Draco stood next to the bed Harry was laying. He was singing, his voice was louder and happier than ever. And this time, Harry sang together with him.

Tonight, hearts collide
Hearts collide, hearts collide
Tonight, hearts collide
Hearts collide, hearts collide
Tonight, hearts collide
Hearts collide, hearts collide

And then he felt that he was sucked to the Harry who was lying on the bed. After that the world went dark as Harry fell to a comfortable sleep.

The first thing that came to Harry's vision was Lord Draco Malfoy's head which was on the bed, above his own arms. He was sleeping.

Harry' breath hitched. He's so beautiful. With shaky hand, he wiped a sum of hair from the blonde's face. Draco slowly stirred and his grey eyes cracked open.

"Morning, Harry," he said softly. His hand held Harry's, and Harry winced in surprise. "Mor…morning. Wh…where am I?"

"I suggest you to wake up and take a bath first, and then we can jump into explanations," Draco said, his tone soft but firm. Harry obliged as he rose from the bed. "But…but my…my clothes?"

"I have one for you in the bathroom," Draco pointed to the closed door near them. "Now go."

"Al…alright." Harry said and walked slowly to the loo. He didn't realize that the photo album of his parents fell down from his pocket. Draco frowned when he saw the small album, and he started to open it.

His eyes widened when he saw a familiar person along with Harry's parents. He flipped the photo and saw some familiar names his godfather Severus had told him.

Prongs, Lils, Padfoot, Moony, and Wormtail
London, 2 February 1979

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