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Note and Warnings: No magic, set during their Upper Sixth year (17) and GAY!
A Cinderella Story.
Chapter Six.
He was too late. Those precious few seconds it had taken for the information to sink in had been seconds too long and Harry had gotten away. He wondered how he hadn't noticed before? How he hadn't seen the resemblance between his wonderful Cinderella and Harry Potter…the hair…the eyes…was beyond him.
Walking back to the common room slowly he looked around at everyone's laughing faces, laughing at the expense of the boy he had fallen in love with. With a growl he tore down every single one of those posters he could get his hands on and then turned to the popular group, all of whom were watching him with wide confused eyes. What was Draco doing?
"Who made these?" Draco asked angrily, "Who?"
"I did," Pansy said calmly, "I though you might like to see the pathetic person that tricked you for what he truly is."
"You bitch…" Ron growled behind Draco.
"Then I must thank you Pansy. I have been trying to figure out who he was so that I may speak to him in real life, so that I may ask him out in real life," Draco told her calmly. Her smug smile fell and she tried to speak, pointing to herself with a horribly manicured nail, "Did you really think telling me that Cinderella was Harry Potter would make me want to be with you? Pansy you look like the wrong end of a dog and your behaviour makes me sick!"
"What?!" Pansy gasped as everyone around the pair tried not too laugh.
"You're a bitch and you enjoy being a bitch! You just tried to manipulate me into dating you. Well I can tell you it backfired," with that said Draco turned away from the plastic girl doing a very good impression of a goldfish and faced Harry friends. "Will one of you tell me where he lives? I've got to talk to him."
"He lives in Number 4, Privet Drive," Hermione supplied the information quietly, "You can't miss it, it's the ugliest house on the street. His Aunt and Uncle have no taste. And Malfoy…Draco. Good luck. Harry can sometimes be a little…hard headed, especially when he's upset."
"Thank you," he said quickly to her before he rushed out of the common room, heading once again down to the sixth formers car park. This time however he jumped into his own car and roared of towards Privet Drive, thankful that he actually knew roughly where the road was.
Harry pulled his car into the drive but didn't have the energy to get out. He'd been afraid he'd crash on the way home, unable to see through the tears flooding down his cheeks but he'd made it. Now however all he could do was rest his arms on the steering wheel and sob quietly into them. He cursed the day he ever started talking to cLoSeTmisfit#118 online and he hated himself for ever thinking that he could have had a happy ending. He was Harry Potter; he didn't get happy endings.
Draco drove as recklessly as he dared, biting his lip with worry and concentration as he tried to think of the quickest route to Privet Drive. He almost missed the turning, thinking about the look on Harry's face and had to brake hard to turn into Privet Drive.
"What number did she say?" Draco asked himself. He couldn't remember. But then he saw it, the ugliest looking house he had ever seen. And in the drive of that house was Harry's car and pulling up to the pavement Draco saw that inside that car was Harry, sobbing ferociously into his arms. "Harry…"
Jumping out of his car he slammed the door loudly, not bothering to lock it he just rushed up to Harry's car. Harry must have heard the door slam as he sat up strait and looked in the wing mirror. Draco saw his eyes widen as he approached and saw Harry's hands frantically lock the doors.
"Harry, I need to talk to you," Draco said loudly as he reached the door, hoping the black hair teen could hear him through it. Harry shook his head. "Harry please, I just want to talk…"
"No. You just want to beat me up. I'm sorry, ok? I'm sorry for all this. Go and have a nice life with Pansy…" Harry said quietly, forcing Draco to lean close to the door to hear him. Thank God it was an old car and the seals of the doors weren't as brilliant as they could have been.
"No! Harry I just told Pansy quite plainly what I thought of her. She's an ugly bitch whose more than a bit delusional," he smiled as he saw Harry chuckle through his tears, "I don't like her. I like Homeless#236, this wonderful person that I know online. I'm crazy about him, always have been from the off. And then I met him and God he was even more beautiful than I ever imagined. And he was fun, played twenty, well ten questions with me. And God his kiss…what a kiss!" Draco could tell Harry was smiling even as he kept his face turned away. "But then he ran away, just like the real Cinderella did. Only he didn't leave his shoe, he left this." Reaching into his back pocket he pulled out his mobile phone.
"I wondered where that had gone," Harry mumbled to himself after glancing quickly to see what Draco meant.
"Not much help in finding out who he was though. Phone was locked," Draco put it back in his pocket. "But then this idiotic and amazingly ugly girl found out who he was and told everyone, including me. And that was the only good thing I think she's ever done in her life even though she wasn't trying to do a good thing. She helped me see what was right under my nose. Homeless#236. You."
"You can't still want me, I'm Harry Potter, Pathetic Potter, I work in a café and at this rate I'll always in a cafe, I'm no body," Harry said sadly inside the car.
"Look at me Harry," Draco ordered; kneeling down by the car, his head level with the window, "Look at me." Slowly Harry did. "You are not no body and yes, I still like you. I still want to know you. I still want to kiss you…God I want to kiss you. I'd have said all this in front of the entire Sixth Form, hell the entire school but you ran away so I can only tell this to you. I love you." Harry's tears had stopped by now as he looked Draco in the eyes, finding only truth a love in those beautiful eyes. "Now I'm going to put everything on the line here and ask one more question, I believe I have at least one more question from the ten questions you gave me." Harry smiled in remembrance, "Do you like me? Do you love me?"
"I…" Harry voice choked off, his mind a whirl and not giving him an answer. His heart however was giving him a very loud answer, "Yes."
"What was that?"
"Yes, I do," Harry looked nervously at Draco, "Yes." His hands moved suddenly, unlocking the door and pulling the handle to open it. Draco wasn't ready however and got knocked to the ground when the door opened. "Oh God…I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Harry cried, falling out and crawling to Draco's side as the blond teen sat up. But Draco was laughing about it. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. My silly fault for being in the way," Draco told him, leaning back on his hands as Harry knelt before him. "So that was a yes was it? You love me like I love you?"
"Yes."
"Will you go out with me then? In public. As boyfriends. With kissing and all the yummy couples things," Draco asked, still not moving.
"Yes."
"Will you kiss me now?" Draco asked with a cheeky grin.
"Yes."
And they did, Harry leaning down suddenly and taking charge of the kiss this time. His hands were once again in Draco's soft hair while Draco's wrapped around Harry's back. This meant however he was no longer supporting himself and they fell back onto the ground, Harry sliding between Draco's legs as the kiss grew into one more passionate.
"What do you think you are doing!?" Aunt Petunia's shrill voice interrupted them however and they pulled their mouths apart to look at her.
"Kissing my boyfriend," Harry answered her calmly, "Now please, bugger off so I can kiss him again."
"What did you say to me?!"
But neither teen were listening, they were far too busy kissing.
Neither boy went back to school that day, instead they went to Draco's house, told his father and spent the rest of the day making out in Draco's room while Lucius recovered from the shock. They went to school together the next day, holding hands and completely rubbing it in Pansy's face. Draco sat with Harry and his friends for the rest of the term and enjoyed himself so much more than he had with his old friends. After a while Blaise joined them too, not wanting to loose his best friend. He admitted quite happily that the misfit corner was a lot more fun than the other areas of the common room and a lot less bitchier. Pansy hated all of them.
All of them got passing grades, Draco helping Harry with his English Coursework, and the two boys applied for the same University, both getting in. They rented a flat together with Ron and Hermione who were going to the same University as them. Of course they hadn't planned this, they were all doing different subjects, they'd just all got into the same University. Moving out of his home and into his flat with his boyfriend and two best friends was the best day of Harry's life.
And they lived happily ever after…
A/N Soz, couldn't resist the cheesy ending. And really big soz for the wait but I've just had such a bad writers block for this story.