This is for Drarry-for-Life's Twisted Fairytale Contest in dA. And I just own the story. JKR owns the chars. My beta finally finished her job, so here it is and I'm truly sorry for erase the first one so quickly.

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

Once upon a time, lived a scrawny little boy with brilliant green eyes and messy mop which was considered as his black hair. He lived under the stairs, always did every chore he was given, abused and got no food. He almost didn't have anything besides a little photo album he hides below his bed and always brought in his pocket. He is too tired to shed more tears of his late father and mother, and prays for changes in his life.

Miles away, in a big house, a Manor, lived a rich, handsome boy. His hair was sleek blonde, and his eyes were stormy grey which looked like they can bore down your soul. He grew up with the finest things his royal family could afford. Girls wanted to be with him, guys wanted to be him. But he was lonely in his deepest heart; he didn't have any real friends and companions that he trusted enough, except a dark skinned Lord and a short-haired Lady. People called them The Silver Trio. But other than them, some people avoided him because he looked a bit conceited and they hated his family's wealth.

They were like sky and earth. But in a place, in some time, they met each other. Fate surely had something to do with them.

"Boy! Come here, now!"

Harry, the Boy, ran as fast as his scrawny legs could do and bumped against something bulky. His uncle, Vernon, stood as in front of him, hands on his hips, glaring fiercely to his small nephew.

Oh no, Harry thought. This wouldn't be good.

"You're late, boy," Vernon growled. "Like… twenty seconds."

"I... I'm sorry," he squeaked, his voice small, bowed his head down until his chin touched his chest. Vernon couldn't hide his smirk. This boy was really fun.

"Who told you to speak?" he pulled Harry's hair. The small boy, although he was already eleven (he was going to be twelve next month, but nobody ever care about it) years old, whimpered and felt his face redden.

"Listen, boy," Vernon hissed. "You know the richest family in Wiltshire, don't you?"

Harry couldn't answer because he felt some of his hair had been ripped off of his scalp. "Who are they, boy?"

"I… I don't know."

"No wonder, a moron like you." Harry winced at both his uncle hurtful words and his hand on his hair. Vernon never say something to his nephew without offenses the boy, but it's still hurt to heard the older man's words, even after years of insults. It's more painful to hear his insults than the physical abuse.

"Petunia wants you in the sitting room. They will come this evening and I want you to make everything ready. Alone. Do not go to the kitchen, people are working there too, and do everything Petunia said to you."

Harry nodded slowly again and ran to the kitchen, a new scar ripped his heart.

Lord Draco Malfoy stomped on the marble floor.

"Why I have to go to the Dursleys?" he asked for the hundredth time, his tone petulant. Countess Narcissa Malfoy, his mother, sighed.

"Because, dear Draco," she tried hard to keep her tone low, like all the countesses do. "They are the richest family in Surrey and your father wants to make agreements with them. Why you sound so hateful?"

"I don't like Dudley."

"Lord Dursley, you say," Narcissa sat next to her son on the sofa. "He's your age and isn't married yet, so he's a Lord like you."

"Whatever," Draco snapped.

"Lord Draco Lucius Alexander Orion Malfoy! Where do you learn that word?" Narcissa, lost her patience, rose and gripped her son's hand. "I should go and wash that mouth who had taught you such a rude word!"

Draco shut his mouth, refrained himself from another snap. He couldn't tell his mother that he wonders around the small village not far from his elite school. Together with Lady Pansy Parkinson and Lord Blaise Zabini, he wonders and meets many people who didn't recognize him from his money and family. He's known as Draco, a boy who studies in Hogwarts Royal Secondary School, silent but nice, has two best friends named Pansy and Blaise. Not Lord Malfoy who is the richest family in Wiltshire, lives in a big and old Manor. And the villagers sometimes say something rude, but it's acceptable. He surely never wants his mother to 'wash their rude mouths'.

"Alright," he blinked and forced an apologetic smile on his face.

Narcissa shook her head. His smile is irresistible. "Fine. Get yourself ready. Now." Draco ran to his room, didn't want to go against his mother again.

He laid down his bed. The Dursleys. The finest, richest family in Surrey. That's what they say. But they have the most arrogant, obnoxious son Draco has ever known. He knows that he's also spoiled, but he never met someone as spoiled as that fat boy. He wondered why Hogwarts accepts him as their student.

"Master Draco," he heard Dobby, his favorite servant, knocked the door.

"Yes, Dobby?" he answered, opened the door. Dobby smiled when his young master hadn't done anything to his appearance. Draco was his favorite family member, and Draco loved him too, treated him almost like his older brother.

"Mistress Narcissa wants me to check on you."

"I'm ready, Dobby, wait a minute."

"Er, Master Draco?"

"Call me Draco, we're alone here."

Dobby snickered. "I have something for you." He put out two bracelets from his pocket. One is green with silver and one is red with gold. Dobby smiled.

"What are these?"

"These were my dad's—and my—childhood bracelets. Master Lucius gave the red one to my dad when they were playing together. As for the green one, Master Lucius gave it to me when my dad died. He'll be happy to see it on your wrist. You can give one to another person you likes, and someday you'll meet him or her again. This is how I found my girlfriend. But I would like you to keep the green one, because silver fits your eyes."

"Alright," Draco smiled, and did something that would make Dobby get fired at once. He hugged him. Dobby chuckled when Draco finally let him go. "Thank you very much, Dobby! But why do you give it to me?"

Dobby refrained himself not to laugh. "Well… it seems you've forgotten, again. Happy 12th birthday, Draco."

Draco could feel his face hotter. "God, I forgot! Thanks, Dobby!"

Dobby just smiled. "Now, get ready, or Mistress Narcissa would kill me."

"Good afternoon, Count and Countess Malfoy, Lord Malfoy."

Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco bowed in front of Count Vernon Dursley slightly. Dudley smiled politely and asked if Draco wanted to play with him, his tone soft and slow. Draco slightly cringed at his voice. Dudley—Lord Dursley—surely would not sound like that again if their parents weren't there.

Draco looked back and saw his mother's nod. He nodded silently and followed Dudley upstairs, to his room.

"So, we meet again." Dudley said haughtily, made Draco strongly wanted to punch his fat cheek. But he knows that it would be a disaster.

"It's just like school all over again," Draco said, tried his best to be polite. "But I wonder what's in the room of yours."

"Ah, the finest things in England," Dudley said. Draco had to hide his snort. The Dursleys even didn't have a quarter of The Malfoys' wealth! But that's Dudley. Always an arrogant prat.

"Get outta there!"

Draco snapped his head to saw such a sight. Lord Dursley, the honorable Lord Dursley, was pulling a boy out from his room. Draco held his breath. This must be one of their servants. But nobody employs a servant thatyoung. And that cute, Draco thought with an unnoticeable smile.

His thought was cut by a 'crack!' sound. He blinked and saw an angry red handprint on the small boy's cheek. "That was for sleeping on my room!" Another slap. "That was for sleeping during work!" Another one, which made his glasses flew from that small face and broke it into two pieces. "And that was for neglecting the other works you should do!"

Draco saw red and snapped into action. "Stop! Stop it! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" He pulled Dudley's hand, just when he wanted to do another slap for God knows why. The fat lord stared at him, dumbfounded. He pulled the slapped boy away from Dudley's grip and seated him down. Then he turned to the frozen lord.

"You are not," he hissed angrily. Nobody deserves to be treated like what Dudley just did. Even a sleeping servant. Even a servant who neglected his works. "Raised to be an abuser. Even to people you hate. I think you're a Lord, Dursley, but of what you just did, you're no more than those criminals in Azkaban!"

Dudley's eyes widened and he ran downstairs. Bet nobody ever spoke to him like that. But Draco paid him no heed. He kneeled in front of the small boy. The boy has such a messy hair. Draco put his fingers on his chin, and lifted his face so he was facing Draco. The first thing that appeared in Draco's mine is: he has such beautiful emerald eyes.

"Are you okay?"

Harry's face was wet with his own tears. His cheeks were stung from Dudley's slaps.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm… I'm…okay," he said. He was embarrassed. In front of him was a Lord, the richest one in Wil…Wil what?, but here he was, with three slaps on his cheeks, his clothes were dirty with dust and God knows what, tears and sweat of fear on his face.

The blonde Lord smiled. Harry felt his heart ache. It was the first time someone smiled at him. "I'm glad," the Lord said curtly, but no offense or sarcasm in his voice. Harry wanted to smile back, but it was hurt to smile.

"Well," suddenly the Lord said. "We don't need to be here all day, do we? I wonder where Lord Dursley is now," he looked at Harry. "He shouldn't slap you like that. I'll make sure he won't do it again, at least as long as I am here. Let me heal it."

"No!" Harry jerked up, shocking his little legs for stood up too abruptly. He fell down, face first to the floor. Tears flowed down again, he felt more humiliated than he used to be. Now, the first person who talked nicely to him; he will hate him too!

But something startling happened. The blonde Lord stood in front of him, offered his pale hand.

"Here," Draco put a wet, cold cloth on one of Harry's cheeks. "Better?"

Harry could only nod. They both were in the backyard of Dursley Residence. Dudley was nowhere in sight. Draco was sure that he was fleeing from his house again, just like he used to do at school. He handed Harry his glasses, after repaired the frames with the Cellotape he had found.

"So, what games can you play? We can play together if you want."

Harry winced. "I… I never play… a…anything," he croaked.

Draco did his best to cover his shock. But finally he exhaled and smiled to Harry.

"Well then. I think… I can teach you some fun games." Harry looked up to him in confusion. He thought that Draco would think that he was no fun, just like what Dudley and other people think, and left him alone, the last thing he wanted but he always got.

"So?"

Harry realized that the blonde was serious. He smiled shyly; ignored the pain from his jaws.

"Alright then!" Draco clapped his hand; saw some agreement in Harry's emerald eyes. "I'll teach you how to play Twister first! Some villagers taught me about this game, you'll love it!"

Harry couldn't hide his grin. Maybe this was the start of the changes which he always prayed.

After several hours of playing, one of the servants came and told Draco to meet his parents in the porch because they were done. She looked suspiciously at Harry and Draco frowned. They surely dislike this boy, he thought. But this boy is wonderful, nobody can dislike him!

But then he remembered; he played with a servant, not the Lord of the House himself. His parents surely wouldn't be happy. An idea formed in his mind. He bribed the servant who called him so she wouldn't tell Count and Countess Malfoys and Dursleys about his playing companion.

"Er, I have to go. We have a great time today."

Draco felt his heart broke when he saw Harry's sad smile. "Don't fret. We'll meet again soon, I promise." Harry just nodded. Draco waved to him before suddenly remembered. He ran back towards the confused, and slightly afraid, Harry. The darkened sky reminded him that he had to hurry before his parents looked for him.

"It's my birthday today," Draco said. He had forgotten it, again. But he remembered when he heard Dobby's words in his brain.

Lucius gave the red bracelet to Dobby's father, his playing companion. This boy was his playing companion, and he enjoyed the company so much. Why he didn't do the same thing his father did years ago?

"And I want you to have this."

Harry gaped at the red and gold bracelet that the blonde Lord had given him. He couldn't be serious! "No, I... no, thanks."

"Listen," Draco insisted. "You made my day today. I thought today will be the most boring birthday that I've ever had, because of my arrogant prat of a classmate, but you made it great! I should give you something." He shoved the bracelet to Harry's wrist. Harry looked at him in disagreement, but didn't resist. Draco patted him softly on the shoulder, made Harry gasped inaudibly, and he bade farewell.

When he knows Draco was gone, Harry sunk to his knees, flooded with emotions. He kissed the bracelet, his heart swelled with love and happiness. Tears fell to it as Harry sobbed gratefully. He never has anything, except his small photo album of his parents, and nobody can take this bracelet from him too.

"Oh my God," he sobbed, held his wrist gently, his thumb caressing the red and gold in awe. "Oh God, thank you. Today is the best day of my life. Please, God, don't take this away from me. Thank you God, thank you…" he stopped and realized something.

He didn't even know the blonde Lord's name.

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

The next chap will up soon! Reviews?