This is for Drarry-for-Life's Twisted Fairytale Contest in dA. And I just own the story. JKR owns the chars. People in dA are demanding an epilogue, so this one is also for you. For NewTimeFan and OOHPRETTYLIGHTS, thanks a lot! Love your reviews ^^
Hearts Collide: Epilogue
Draco x Harry
A Twisted Fairytale of Cinderella
Seer M. Anno
No one cares when you're out on the street
Picking up the places to make ends meet
No one cares when you're down in the gutter
Got no friends
Got no lover
THEN…
Hermione Granger didn't want to be friends with Harry. She didn't want to be near the scrawny, beaten, small little boy. Although she knows that the boy is around her (real) age, but she knew better than to befriend him.
When she had arrived to The Dursleys' Residence a week ago, she saw that boy, who was cleaning her Master Dudley's room. Master Dudley was shouting to the small boy, and she felt a thing she had never experienced; pity.
Mistress Petunia was there with her, and she said, "Hermione, you better avoid that boy. He's a freak, he messes things up. Vernon and Dudley are the best to keep him in track, and we, women, will not dirty our hands with a worthless boy like him." She sighed a bit. "Besides, you don't want to lose your job, do you?"
"No, Mistress Petunia." Hermione said, her face hard and solemn with ambition. She didn't want to lose her job. Although she had to fake every letters she has; birth certificate and all; although she had to avoid a boy who interested her since she first laid eyes on him.
"Good. How old are you?"
Thirteen,she almost said, but instead she coughed and lied, "Sixteen."
"You don't look that old," Petunia replied. "When I saw you, I thought you're fourteen. But we have to believe you, right? According to your birth certificate, you will be seventeen soon, so we don't have to worry about employing someone underage in our house." Hermione just nodded and then they left the second floor.
Two days later, the sky was beautiful, and she decided to go to the attic. She excused herself to her usual gossip fellows who were led by Molly Weasley, the head chef. She saw someone near the window, and she didn't want to disturb him or her, so she sat a bit further.
She saw the dark sky which was full with stars. She remembered when her daddy sat her on his lap; her mommy tickled her chin lovingly, and they wished a wish when they saw a shooting star. Oh, how she missed them. She didn't realize that her tears had streamed down her face as she saw a shooting star.
"I wish," she whispered. "Mom and Dad were here."
In a distance, she heard a voice, which was much more broken, pained, and hoarser than hers.
"I…I wish… I wish… I can…I can find… find him."
Hermione knew that it was Harry. She narrowed her eyes and saw the emerald eyes which were full with tears. His eyes stabbed her heart in pain. Those eyes showed hurt, longing, but there was no anger. Instead that was love.
"I… I have…I have to find… find him. Because… because…I… I love him."
Hermione didn't realize that she was crying until she felt something circled her shoulders. She stiffened automatically and Harry loosened his awkward hug. "The…the new…new girl… Her… Herm… Hermione, ri...right?"
"Harry," she whispered, her voice unintentionally sharp, courtesy of Petunia's words. She didn't want to lose her job, even if she had to hate this boy.
Harry's face paled below the shadows. "I…I'm so…sorry. I… I won't…I won't… dis… disturb… you… you… again." Before she had any chance to say something, Harry was gone. Hermione realized that Harry didn't want to 'taint her with his worthlessness', and she could not do much to repair that.
Got no friends
Got no lover
Fortunately, her awkward relationship with Harry ended with Ron's arrival four years later, who kept nagging her to befriend Harry. She already talked to Harry about this, and they ended up in tears and Harry said that he had forgiven her. But still, Hermione couldn't forgive herself. She vowed to herself that she would do anything to help her raven friend.
NOW: TEN YEARS SINCE THEN…
"Harry, Draco, congratulations!" Hermione hugged the newlyweds, who were beaming at her.
"Now for the honeymoon," Ron said, his eyes glinted in amusement. He and his slightly pregnant wife walked with Draco and Harry to the front lawn. A taxi was there.
Harry's eyes widened but Draco smiled. "George Weasley, right?"
"No, I'm Fred," the neat-attired taxi driver protested. Harry giggled together with The Silver Trio and Hermione. Ron just walked towards him and elbowed his rib. "Ouch!" the older redhead said, but could not hold a small laugh.
"George, no jokes, you're ticklish on the rib," Ron said solemnly, but a small smile escaped his lips. "You know where to take these newlyweds, don't you?"
"I know, I know," George huffed. "Draco had given the directions to me."
"Alright then," Lady Pansy Parkinson, or Countess Pansy Zabini to be precise, said. "Counts Potter-Malfoy, you two may go."
"Don't worry, we'll join you tomorrow," Blaise said, smirking.
"Why tomorrow?" Draco asked.
"Because we want to see you two after your wedding night," he replied, and then, almost instantly, he avoided Harry's smack. Harry was not an easy person to give up, though.
"Alright, alright! Help me!" Blaise finally surrendered on Harry's light smacks. They rest of them laughed at their behavior.
"Where are we going?" Harry asked his husband. Draco just smiled.
"Someone named Remus Lupin told me about your biggest inheritance," he started. "It's your childhood house, Godric's Hollow. He had guarded it for years, because The Dursleys don't know about that house. Sirius told him to do so when your parents died. That house was legally Mr. Lupin's now, but since you're alive and well," Draco caressed Harry's cheek lovingly. "It went back to you."
"What?"
Harry knew that his abusive relatives are now free from their probations. He was happy that they finally got what they deserved, but still, he was beyond afraid when he knew that Draco and Sirius had reported them for abusing him.
After the tiring trial, with Ron, Hermione, and The Dursleys' servants and ex-servants as witnesses, Harry finally got his parents' money along with his other inheritances, James and Lily's things and all. But he had no idea about his childhood house, he knew that Sirius already told him a bit about it, but he never went there. Until now.
"It's not the surprise yet," Draco's smile didn't even fade. "He married someone we both know."
"Who is that?"
"My cousin. Your dance instructor. They married several years ago."
"TONKS? I think she's a celibate! And how in earth she could be your cousin?"
"Apparently she's not a celibate," Draco answered.
"As for my family line, her mother and Mother are sisters. Aunt Andromeda married a non-royal man, so she lost her royal name. Aunt Bellatrix and my grandparents disowned her and hated her until the day they died." Draco's face fell.
"Only Mother who doesn't hate her, because she and Aunt Andromeda were really close. They also close to Uncle Siri's family, and Mother's family hated them with a passion. Have no idea why. It ended when Uncle Siri's family fled to Surrey and we lost track of them. Mother was hurt, and she rarely talks about him. But she still loves him like cousins love each other, and she named me with his middle name: Orion."
"And who's Remus Lupin anyway?"
"You know Moony in the photos, do you not? His real name is Remus."
Harry was pale. This should be too much for him, Draco thought amusedly. He leaned down and wiped Harry's fringe from his forehead; showed him the famous Potters' scar. "Don't fret, Lord Harry Potter. You can choose where we can live in, the Manor or in the childhood home of yours."
"I think I prefer the Manor. I love your parents and their approval to us. But we'll see."
"Really? It's nice, coming from you," Draco kissed Harry's scar tenderly, while the raven man beamed below him.
Tonight, a candle lights the room
Tonight, its only me and you
Your skin, like gravity
Is pulling every part of me
I fall, you and I collide
"Harry! Harry," Draco whispered to Harry's ear. "Wake up."
"Uh," he slowly rose. "I'm sleepy. I guess we went too hard, I'm still sore."
Draco cocked his eyebrow and smirked although he couldn't hide his blush. "Yes, yes, whatever you say. Harry, it's already midnight. Come on, I want to show you something."
"Alright… I'm up, I'm up."
"Here we go," Draco whispered a song.
"Draco…"
"Come with me. There's a world out there that we should see."
Harry just blinked behind his glasses. He just wore his boxers below his robe, same with the blonde. He was taken to the living room, the moonlight bore down via the large glass door in front of them.
"Harry," Draco called. "Take my hand, close your eyes."
Harry obeyed. He felt Draco's breath on his neck, and that left him breathless. "With you right here, I'm a rocketeer."
And then he felt Draco pulled him outside. He wanted to open his eyes, but something told him not to do so. He took a breath, and helplessly tried to keep up with Draco.
Let's fly, fly, fly, fly
Up, up, here we go, go
Up, up, here we go, go
Let's fly, fly, fly, fly
Up, up, here we go, go
Up, up, here we go, go
Suddenly Draco was carrying him. "You are my bride." He was still running, Harry tucked safely in his arms, eyes closed. "When we stop nobody knows, when we go we don't need roads."
When we stop nobody knows
To the stars if you really want it
Got, got a jetpack with your name on it
Above the clouds in the atmosphere
Just say the words and we outta here
Draco stopped. He sat down and leaned against a tree, pulled Harry to his lap as the blonde took his hand.
"Hold my hand if you feeling scared," Draco sang softly. Harry took a shaky breath. "We flying up, up outta here."
After a comfortable silence, Draco whispered. "Harry, open your eyes."
When Harry did, though, he saw such a beautiful place. Remus had told him that the house has a huge backyard, but he didn't know the yard was thishuge. He saw the sky and saw the stars, beautifully shone above him. Those looked like they were smiling at the newlyweds.
Draco leaned back and whispered. "Nah, I've been in space before, but I never seen a face like yours. You make me feel like I could touch the planets. You want the moon, Harry, watch me grab it." Draco's hand looked like he was indeed touchingthe moon.
The blonde looked beautiful; he shone brighter than the brightest star. And Harry smiled. He realized that he had heard the song before, and he sang as his hands crept up to cup Draco's cheeks.
"See I never seen the stars this close." Draco smiled in surprise when he realized that Harry knew the song. "You got me stuck off the way you glow."
I'm like oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm like oh, oh, oh, oh
Here we go
Come with me
It's the world out there
That we should see
Take my hand
Close your eyes
With you right here
I'm a rocketeer
Let's fly, fly, fly, fly
Up, up, here we go, go
Up, up, here we go, go
Draco kissed Harry's hand. "Harry, you know that I love you, right?"
"Yes," Harry breathed, tears in his eyes. "But why?"
"Why what?"
"Why do you love me? Why you even marry me? I'm a Cinderella, I'm weak, abused, and…"
"…and I love you. Yes, you've been abused, but you're not weak. I'm certain that I love a scrawny little boy who has a pair of stunning emerald eyes and witty behavior. It's not your fault that all of those things happened to you," Draco said firmly, put a finger on Harry's lips.
"Even the Cinderella gets her prince in the end, right? Maybe we don't have a shoe to lose and find, but we have these instead." Draco gripped their hands, collided the bracelets together. "I gave it to you, we met again, you lost it; I found it and gave it back to you. We're like Cinderella and her Prince, who have a happy ending with us," the blonde took a deep breath. "So stop questioning me, you prat."
"Alright," Harry said breathlessly, and Draco kissed him, left him more breathless.
Above them, a shooting star was fallen. They didn't see it, but it knew what their wishes are. They wanted a happy life, and so be it.
Tonight it's only me and you
Love conquers every time when two hearts come to collide
Once upon a time, there was a couple who love each other. One had a messy black hair and the other had sleek blonde one. They were like sky and earth; nobody had ever predicted them to be together. But when the fate had destined them together, there is nothing they could do to stop it.
Because fate had something to do with them. And as everybody knows, fate is always unavoidable.
After Cinderella already found the Prince, and the sky and earth had collided together, the end is obvious:
They live happily ever after.
TWELVE YEARS LATER…
"Mommy! They are here!" Rose-Irene Weasley ran towards her mother.
"Really? Just let them in, Rosie. Tell them to go straight to the library. Feel free to study there as long as you don't tear the pages. Be a good lady, girl." Rose laughed and was gone.
Hermione heard the kids chatted together as they went to the library. She sighed in contentment. Ron hadn't home yet, and she was the only adult in the house. She only wished that Lords Albus and Scorpius Potter-Malfoy didn't make any mess. She knew Lady Gretchen Zabini would not do anything wrong, she was too perfect for her own good in her age of ten.
"Aunt Mione?"
Hermione looked down and her eyes caught the dark-skinned girl's. "Hello Greta, what's wrong?" she called her nickname. "And where are your siblings?"
"Mother took them to Diagon Alley. I don't want to come," Gretchen showed her a book. "There's something that I've ever seen before. What are these?" she opened a page and showed the bushy haired woman.
There was a picture of two bracelets with a small crest of a family initial. Hermione frowned but couldn't hide her smile. She read the description. Dobby, Draco's butler, gave that book to her because Draco and Harry didn't bother to look at it.
These are colliding bracelets, or Cinderella bracelets. People say that these bracelets have some kind of magic that can put people who are already destined together. Old royal families have these bracelets and they gave it to their descendants or people they like as presents.
Suddenly an idea formed in her mind. Hermione loved to tell stories to kids. Harry and Draco, along with Pansy and Blaise, always dropped their children to her because they knew her skill on storytelling the kids. She always told them stories every time they came to her house.
"Greta, do you want a story? A story related to this?"
"Okay!" she cheered. But then her face blanked. "Is it too early for stories?"
"No, Greta. The story is long enough, I'm afraid it'll take too much time."
"Alright. May I call the others?"
"No, we'll go to the library."
After several minutes, all of the kids finally settled down, even the restless Potter-Malfoy's boys and her own son Hugo. "This is a story about Cinderella without a shoe to lose. He had bracelet instead. Listen," she started.
"Once upon a time, there lived a messy haired boy who got abused almost all the time. Meanwhile, miles away, lived a rich blonde boy. They were so different, like sky and earth…"
FIN.
Reviews?
AN: The REAL end, finally. I want to cry, I really love this story. Anyways, the next chap will be nothing but a dedication, thank you note, lyrics used in the story and some fic 'recs'. If you aren't interested, feel free to ignore the last 'chapter'.