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Note and Warnings: No magic, set during their Upper Sixth year (17) and GAY!

A Cinderella Story.

Chapter One.

His little eyes were drifting shut as they read the story of Cinderella to him, sat on either side of his bed while he lay resting against the pillows. His mother's gentle hand was caressing his soft black hair and that did not help the little boys efforts to stay awake. Soon soft snores came from his parted lips at which Lily smiled.

"I think he's asleep," James said quietly to his wife who nodded and kissed Harry's forehead softly before sliding off the bed quickly, trying not to wake him. James kissed his son as well and got up with a little less worry, he knew his son was a deep sleeper and even now with the bed moving at the weight loss all Harry did was roll over and slip his thumb into his mouth. "We'd better get going, we don't want to be late to the party."

"You get the car keys and I'll lock up," Lily told her husband with one of her dazzling smiles and a kiss. Soon they were pulling out of the driveway and heading off down the road, neither knowing that this was a journey that they'd never return from.

12 Years Later

Still dressed in the loose grey t-shirt and too small black jogging bottoms that served as is pyjama's Harry Potter cooked bacon, egg's and sausages, none of which he himself would get to eat. His obese uncle and cousin sat at the round kitchen table, shouting impatiently for their breakfast while his stick like aunt was behind him making teas and coffees.

"Hurry up boy. Once you've done this get to work, they need someone to do the morning shift," Vernon Dursley said loudly, his voice gruff. He was manager of a big business in town but on the side he owned a small café, very popular with the school students at which his stupid little nephew that they'd been saddled with when he was six worked scrubbing tables and mopping up.

"I can't this morning Uncle, I've got a test first thing that I need to study for," Harry said quietly as he dished the food up onto two large plates.

"Harry, Harry, Harry you've got to save up your money if you want to got to university. You need to take all the shift's you can get. So get," his uncle said maliciously as the plates were set down. They started to eat greedily, like pigs stuffing as much into their mouths as they could. Harry sighed and walked to his room, grabbing an apple slightly as he did.

"You need to take all the shift's you can get." He grumbled quietly as he shut the door and went over to his wardrobe, it's door only hanging on by the bottom hinge. "Well if you'd just put something towards me going to university but noooo, can't pay for me, must only pay for that idiot Dudley," his grumbles continued as he dressed in the second hand clothes he'd bought from Oxfam after being tired to insanity of Dudley's old and huge clothes. Now at least they fit.

"Harry!"

"I'm going!" He grabbed his school bag and keys, stuffing the apple into his jacket pocket he thundered down the stairs and out the front door, ignoring their shouts about him being too loud. Calmly he climbed into his beat up little car and started the engine, putting it into first gear at the same time as taking a bite from his apple. Before he moved off he put his earphones in, the car didn't have a working radio and then he was off, eating his apple and listening to his MP3 Player.

"I guess you pulled a shift this morning then Harry?" Hermione asked as the black hair boy picked her up for school.

"What make's you say that?" Harry asked as he drove towards his other friends house, "Although yes I did pull a shift and didn't get any revision done for that History test."

"You look really tired and you smell a little bit like grease and vinegar," Hermione admitted with a small smile, "Have you got any deodorant?" Harry shook his head. "Well you can have some of mine…"

"No thanks, I'll just asked Ron in a minute. Thanks for telling me though, gives me the chance to do something about it," he said with a sad smile as he turned down the small road that led to some of the cheapest looking houses in the area, where poor Ron lived with his large family. Harry stopped the car and beeped the horn twice.

"Hey Harry! Can you give Gin a lift?" Ron asked as he walked up, his younger sister walking behind him in a small summer dress, far too small for sixth form regulations.

"Yeah sure but can I borrow some of your deodorant? I smell of the café," Harry asked as Ginny got in the back, holding her hair so that it wouldn't be messed up. Ron ran back into the house and returned with a half full can of cheap men's deodorant. "Thanks Ron." Ron climbed in while Harry sprayed himself and then threw the can back while starting the car.

The drive to school took about ten minutes and then they had the added fun of finding a parking space, missing three because popular people who drove very recklessly pulled into them in front of them. In the end they had to park around the back. Ginny jumped out and run to find her friends, actually having to hold the bottom of her dress down.

"She can't think she'll get away with that dress," Hermione said with a shake of her head. "She just can't."

"Oh she does. That's actually the second dress today, mum made her change the first because it was a little bit shorter, more low cut and practically see through," Ron said with a little humour. "She'd gonna end up with a sleaze of a boyfriend just like all her shallow friends, she likes would you believe it Draco Malfoy."

"That arsehole? What can she see in him?" Hermione asked.

"Looks and money, oh and of course social status of a queen," Ron slung his bag over his shoulder as the three walked to the common room. "She's trying to deny that she'd a Weasley."

"I don't see why, I'd love to be a Weasley," Harry said enviously, "It's better than being a Potter with the Dursley's." They entered the common room and walked to the freaks corner where there friends were already sat laughing about something.

"Hey you three!" Dean Thomas shouted from where he was wedged between Seamus and Lavender. "Grab part of a chair, we've got ten till tutor." The freaks corner didn't actually have enough chairs for all of them and they often ended up with six people squashed on three chairs. Harry found himself next to Neville who was reading quietly and half on Seamus.

"Sorry," he said to his Irish friend.

"It's ok, it's always a squash," Seamus laughed. Ron had found a gap in the group but Hermione had not so had to settle for sitting on Ron who blushed almost as red as his hair. "He really likes her doesn't he?"

"Yup," Harry chuckled softly, "But look at her cheeks, she likes him too."

"Shall we set them up? Get them together?" Seamus asked with an excited grin while rubbing his hands together.

"I've been trying to do that for years, they seem to be immune to matchmaking. We'll just have to let things unfold on it's own I'm afraid," Harry said with a sigh, Seamus's sigh was even bigger. "Maybe we can help a little…"

"Yes let's do that. So, planning…" He was interrupted by the bell going, warning them that they had five minutes to tutor. People started to get up, depending on how far away their tutor room was to the common room. Harry and Ron's was the furthest away over in the English block so he apologised to Seamus and stood up, calling for Ron to put Hermione down and get moving.

As usual in tutor they were allowed on the computer rooms that were along three of the walls of the English room. Harry immediately checked his e-mail's and found a new one from his cyber pal cLoSeTmisfit#118. Quickly checking that his tutor wouldn't notice he was on email instead of studying he opened it and read with a small smile on his face.

Hey Homeless#236 how are you this fine day? Recovered from our late night chat? I haven't, I feel terrible and probably look it too. He He. Isn't tutor a bore? I'd much rather be out in the sun. Wouldn't you?

The email ended there so Harry quickly replied,

Morning cLoSeTmisfit#118, you're not the only one that feels terrible. I really shouldn't have stayed up till two talking to you. I had to do the early shift before school and am no way ready for my History test. Tutor isn't that bad, free access to the computers and tinternet.

That is true but tutor's are a pain. Please agree with me, every now and then I have to pretend I'm doing research or something when I'm not.

I'll agree with that whole heartedly although some other people in my tutor are openly playing hangman and claiming it's history's revision. How do they get away with it?

There is that school history sight that does have a historical hangman game amongst other things.

Oh.

Oh? Is that all you can say? Damn, that's the bell. Chat later.

Just as he read the email the delayed bell of the English block went and he logged off the computer, heading out the door with Ron and chatting as happily as normal, as if he hadn't been trying and failing to flirt with his cyber pal in tutor.

History passed at extra slow speed because of the test which both Harry and Ron were sure that they had failed. Of course most of the class were smug and confident when they handed in their papers, especially on blonde boy named Draco Malfoy, the object of Ginny's affections.

"Well that was easy," they heard him comment to his friend Blaise when the bell finally went and the class was let out. "I expect I got them all correct unlike some." Calmly he looked at Harry and Ron before laughing with Blaise Zabini, his best friend and sidekick.

"He's such a git," Ron grumbled while blushing deeply.

"Just ignore him Ron," Harry said quietly, looking down himself. He didn't need the ever perfect Malfoy talking about his failures any more than he already did.

A/N You might have guessed I had the idea for this while watching A Cinderella story and reading Harry Potter, multitasking at it's best. Hope it wasn't terrible.