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, sorry for mistakes.

Lemme get this straight: this is the END. But I do ask some questions, so please read the AN beneath ^^.

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

Once upon a time, lived a scrawny young man with brilliant green eyes and messy mop which was considered as his black hair. And miles away, in a Manor, lived a rich, handsome young man. They were so different, like sky and earth.

But the sky and earth had collided, because fate has something to do with them. But something new was coming to them, and it would be surprising but also blissful. Because fate not only collide them together, but it also made one of them met his long-lost family.

Sirius Black, or we can say Lord Sirius Orion (blah blah blah) Black (he's unmarried), was reading when he saw someone came in smoothly. He knew some people who walk like that. He looked up and saw someone familiar. At least those eyes were familiar. He hadn't seen those grey eyes for almost two decades. He had to be grateful for the Blacks (and Malfoys) ability to cover their true emotions.

"Hello, Draco. I see you've grown up well."

"Uncle Siri," Draco said, nodded. "Mother doesn't tell me much about you."

"Not her fault," Sirius said. He loves his cousins. At least he loves Countess Andromeda and Narcissa. "It's your late aunt Bellatrix's fault."

"I see," Draco answered. "Anyways, I'm not here to have a nostalgic noon with you, Uncle. I don't want to waste my hours driving here for that. I need you to come with me."

Sirius lifted his eyebrow. This young man clearly inherited that ability to speak from his father, a bit rude but influential. But still, Narcissa had given him gentler appearance and tones. "And if I don't?"

"Well, I cannot force you to do anything you don't want to do." Draco replied solemnly. "But I bet you want to see your godson again."

"Said it together with me; alright."

"Al…alright."

"No, say it faster, Harry. Alright."

Harry bit his lip in front of Pansy. The short haired lady smiled gently at him, her smile didn't fade even for hours of his failure. "Come on, you can do this. You want to give a surprise to your friends, don't you? Say it again; alright. Do not stammer."

Harry was shaking. He couldn't say something without stammer. Somehow, it was his nature. A bad nature, to be precise. He opened his mouth and tried his best to say, "Al…" and then found himself sprawled on the floor.

"ALRIGHT!" Harry shouted, mostly in shock as his cheek connected against the cold floor. He turned back in anger and saw the dark man was grinning at him.

Blaise had come and push his back. Hard.

"Where are you grinning at?" he asked, furious.

"The fact that we made you speak normally," Blaise answered easily, the grin was still there. "I know Pans already taught you for two hours straight since Draco left with Ron and Hermione, Harry. I don't want her to fail miserably. Especially from that word only, you two had struggled with it since an hour ago."

Harry winced, stunned. Blaise was right.

"Mr. Black," Hermione greeted the man in surprise when he walked in front of Draco into the café The Sliver Trio had been into. Ron just nodded at them. He still didn't really comfortable around the blonde Lord, and he was a bit scared to Sirius. That man was too eccentric in his opinion.

"Hello," Sirius replied. He sat on the other chair and Draco sat across from him.

"I wonder why we are here," Ron mumbled. "I prefer to be on my bed. At least, Lord Malfoy's bed."

Surprisingly, Draco laughed. "Ron Weasley, Mione Granger, please welcome my uncle, Sirius Black. He's Harry's godfather."

Ron and Hermione gaped at him. "You must be joking!"

Instead of answering, the blonde put a book on the table. "Look for the Potters and the photo of the last Potter family I've put in there."

Sirius looked together with Harry's friends and his eyes watered. "Lily and James died, but God, how Harry is still alive?"

Draco gave them a piece of old newspaper his mother had found. Narcissa and he already discussed about this, and their ideas were in her delicate handwriting below the paper which the article was glued onto.

THE END OF A LINE
November 1, 1981.
Written by Rita Skeeter

One of the oldest family lines in England already ended. Sadly, the death of the last family of The Potters was the cause.

In the unlucky Halloween night, Count James Potter and his wife and child Countess Lily Potter (nee Evans) and Lord Harry Potter, was driving in a dark boulevard of suburbia of Surrey when suddenly another car crashed against theirs.

Count Potter died in his way to hospital, but his wife died in place with her body pinning her son's, who also died. The other car's driver, Tom Marvolo Riddle and the passenger Lord Peter 'Wormtail' Pettigrew also died in place. The major cause of this accident was caused by too much amount of alcohol in Riddle and Pettigrew's bodies...

"According to the news, we assumed that his mother used herself as a shield for Harry, and the car killed her instead. Count James Potter died in his way to the hospital, but Harry… Mother told me that he didn't breathe for a moment, but finally he made it." He blinked and stared at his friends and uncle.

He continued. "The Dursleys took him instantly and they want him to be declared as dead with his parents. They want his money, I'm sure of it. But yes, they have a right to take him, because they are his last family. Count Potter didn't have siblings or any living relatives." Draco explained his and Narcissa hypotheses.

"Oh God, Draco," Hermione said breathlessly. This must be a shock therapy for the three of them, same with what Draco had experienced. "Poor Harry."

"I always guess he has a relation to the Dursleys," Ron said, his voice thoughtful. "His eyes look like Mistress Petunia's, despite the fact that the color is different."

"And she's not your mistress anymore, Ron." Draco huffed. Ron only shrugged.

"Where do you and Cissy know all these?" Sirius asked, too dumbfounded to notice that his voice was shaking.

"A friend of Mother was a doctor who helped to revive Harry," Draco said firmly, but his tone was soft. "She was sworn to secrecy by the Dursleys, but when Mother kept interrogating her, she finally gave up. Is that enough for you to understand?"

When he had received three nods, he forced a smile. "Now, I want to bring the legendary cold chocolates home and we can surprise Harry and my friends. Uncle Siri, you still remember Lord Zabini and Lady Parkinson, do you not?"

"Wait. I want to ask Mr. Black something." Hermione interrupted.

"What is it?" the man asked.

"You're The Potters' friend, why you didn't track The Dursleys when they died? You know that they are Harry's last family."

"The problem is that I don't know any of them," Sirius had a right to look guilty. "James introduced Lily to us when they already married, and Lily never told us about her family. Never. I never know that she had a sister."

Hermione nodded and sighed. "Alright. Let's go home."

When Harry saw a black limo came into the Manor's front lawn, he ran downstairs to greet Draco and his friends. He wanted to show them, especially Draco that he can speak like other people, after Pansy and Blaise taught him for six and a half hours. Sometimes he stammers when he was nervous, but they said its fine. They made Harry understand that things like this don't change in a blink of eye.

"Draco!" he shouted when he saw a sleek blonde hair appeared from the limo.

"Hi, Harry," he said, patted the smaller man on his back. Harry, surprisingly, didn't flinch or gasped as he used to be. Somehow, Draco's touches never unnerved him. He loved it instead.

"Draco…" Harry's word stopped when he saw an unfamiliar figure went out from the car. "Who…who's… who's that?"

Ron and Hermione were bewildered when they saw Pansy and Blaise smacked their own foreheads.

"So you two taught him?"

"Six and a half hours straight," Blaise shrugged, annoyance clearly illustrated on his face. "I counted it. And he stammers again now. We're trying to surprise you two and Draco, and now we failed."

Pansy huffed. "He's nervous when he saw Lord Black, Blaise. Don't blame him if he goes to the stammering mode again."

Hermione giggled as Ron shook his head in amazement. They all were in Draco's headquarter, which means his living room. Draco and Harry were with Sirius, did some nostalgic (and tearful) night in the backyard.

"You two are unpredictable," Ron mumbled; his voice thick with amusement.

"We are, or Draco won't be our friend," Pansy hugged Blaise's neck and blew a kiss to the redhead. Hermione and the royal couple burst into laughter, and this time Ron's laugh followed theirs.

"Well, it's already late," Hermione said as she saw the clock on the wall. She prepared to leave. "Why don't we have some sleep?"

"It's a good idea, Hermione," Blaise said, he rose and walked towards the door. "Good night, guys." And then he disappeared, followed by the rest.

Two days later…

"Draco?"

"Yes, Harry?" Draco looked to his bedroom door and saw his first love stood there, his hands were holding two cups. The other man gestured to the sofa next to the door, and Draco cocked his eyebrow. "Come in, and you can sit here. The view outside is so beautiful."

Harry walked unsteadily and put one of the cold chocolate cups on the floor before joined Draco who sat on the balcony floor. "You know what, Harry?"

"Yes?"

Draco surprisingly took Harry's hand and kissed the bracelet. Harry beamed at him.

"I don't know if these bracelets have any kinds of magic," Draco started as he drank the cold chocolate with his other hand. "If it really has any magic, I won't believe it anyway. Dobby—you know him—gave it to me. He asked me to keep them, but when I remember that my father gave these to his father when they were playing together, so I gave that one to you."

Suddenly he released the red bracelet from Harry's hand. "Harry, please release mine."

With slightly shaky hands, Harry released the green bracelet. Draco smiled and gripped the bracelets in his hand. "For eight years of separation, Harry, we meet again."

"Yes," Harry whispered. "Yes."

Draco let out a small laugh. "You know what, Harry?"

"Yes?"

"I hardly know you, but I'm sure of one thing."

Harry kept silent, but his heart was hammering in his chest. Please tell me what I want to hear, he thought. For the first time in my life, please!

"I'm in love with you." Draco knitted his hand and bracelets with Harry's, who blushed furiously. "Would you… would you be mine?"

"I do, Draco. I want to be yours," Harry whispered. For the first time in front of Draco, he didn't stammer.

Draco's eyes widened when he heard Harry's words. He knew that Pansy, Blaise, Hermione, and Ron taught Harry not to stammer, but he still surprised that Harry lost his stammering mode in front of him.

A moment later, his surprise was gone when his body reacted as he leaned down and kissed the emerald eyed man.

As Harry's world turned upside down with his first kiss, he felt ten thousand brighter, healthier, and warmer than ever. Because he had found one thing, one thing that he never got in his childhood house, one thing that he only found in Draco. The thing he had been searching for all his lifetime; a fact that he was more than happy to acknowledge it.

He is loved.

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

Once upon a time, lived a scrawny young man with brilliant green eyes and messy mop which was considered as his black hair. And miles away, in a Manor, lived a rich, handsome young man. They were so different, like sky and earth. But the sky and earth ever collided together, and so were they.

Of course, at first fate was not that nice to them. But when it had put them together, nothing and nobody can stop it. Even when it needed time, sweat, tears, blood, and even bruises, they would meet again. They would merge together. Because, yes, fate had something to do with them.

FIN.

Reviews?

AN: Y'know, this is the END, at least for this story. Forgot to tell you in the former chap that this one is the end. ^^;

I want to ask you 2 questions, and please answer:
1. Should I make an epilogue? It's already crossing in my mind too actually, but is it really necessary? Why? (Draco and Harry now finally together, although they haven't married yet, but really, is it necessary?)
2. Which part of the whole story is your favorite? Why? (I ask this one just because I'm curious)

Please answer, I really need to know what you think! Or I won't put out any epilogue at all! :D