gypsyraeyven

Mainly canon up to, and including, Order of the Phoenix. Roughly follows certain events from Half-Blood Prince and Deathly Hallows. Ignores epilogue completely.

Deceptions is my take on year six, and will be followed by a year seven sequel, From Within.

Important! Whilst this is very much a Drarry fic, don't expect them to have sudden epiphanies and leap into bed with each other straight away (as tempting as that may be). I want to develop their relationship at a realistic pace, which means it begins with canon Harry/Draco and burns gradually into fanon Harry/Draco.

Expect copious amounts of angst, lashings of humour, some violence, and a healthy amount of dark!Harry. Character deaths (but I can safely say not Harry or Draco because that is something I will never write!), Quidditch, and top!Draco (although top!Harry is demanding that he has his moment and I might just have to give in!). There's even a songfic in one of the chapters - not sure how that happened!

At this point I should also warn that some chapters will contain explicit adult material.

Lastly, anyone about to read this needs to be aware that these are long chapters – around 10k to 16k words each. I make no apologies, this is just how they popped out!

Chapter One - The Calm Before A Storm
Chapter Two - The Art Of Numerology
Chapter Three - The Accidental Horcrux
Chapter Four - First Signs Of Trouble
Chapter Five - Fallout - coming soon!

I love reading Harry/Draco slashfics, especially ones set during the Hogwarts years, with loads of Quidditch and angst for good measure!

( Here are links to a few of my favourites. )

Here is a link to my YouTube channel.

“You're late.”

Hermione had peeked into the Transfiguration classroom before entering and thought it to be empty, so the voice that emerged from behind the door as she pushed it open almost made her jump out of her skin. She whipped around and came face to face with a laughing Draco Malfoy. “Hanging about in dark corners, Malfoy?” she countered, scowling at his reaction. “Isn't that just your style.”

“What would you know, Granger?” he drawled, his eyes flickering over her. He sneered at her unkempt appearance. “Do they not have combs in the Muggle world?”

Her hands instantly flew to her windswept hair. It had always been a sore spot with her and he made a point of exploiting the fact whenever he could, knowing it was guaranteed to get a rise out of her. But not this time. With great effort, she forced her hands back down. “When you're ready to start,” she declared curtly, “perhaps you could let me know...”

Draco watched her march over to a nearby desk, a sly smile spreading across his face. Oh, don't worry, he thought, I'll let you know. Slipping his wand from his sleeve, he muttered, “Amoveo.”( more... )

Harry trudged along several yards behind Ron and Hermione as they returned to the castle after lunch. He had debated with himself long and hard over whether to tell them everything that Dumbledore had told him the previous night, but it was only when Hermione had actually broached the subject of what he wasn't saying that he knew he couldn't. Part of him wanted – needed – to share the burden with his friends, but his own inability to voice the cold hard facts had stopped him; the lack of an inner strength needed to deal with their emotions on top of his own prompting him to withhold it from them as Dumbledore had with him. But here, in the confines of his memory, it played out over and over again, taunting him. There was no escaping the cruel irony of the situation he now found himself in. ( more... )

Hermione and Ron were in the Great Hall the following morning, just sitting down for breakfast, when Harry returned. News of his disappearance had somehow passed beyond the walls of Gryffindor Tower during the night, and now the entire school was debating where he was and why he had so mysteriously vanished. The overwhelming consensus seemed to be that something had happened to him at the hands of Voldemort and that he would likely never be seen again; bets were even being placed among the Slytherins as to his fate. So his reappearance caused quite a stir. He made his way between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables, fending off questions from both sides with noncommittal answers, until he dropped down onto the bench beside Hermione. He looked utterly exhausted. ( more... )

“Hermione..?”

“What?”

“What's a Twin Flame?”

Hermione stopped so abruptly that Harry, who had been on the verge of running in order to keep up, collided into the back of her, knocking his glasses to the floor. He had just returned from collecting his books and bag from the Divination classroom following his meeting with Dumbledore which, he told Hermione and Ron apologetically, he had been asked not to discuss with anyone until circumstances allowed. Both of them had been visibly affronted by this but said nothing and they were now on their way to their next lesson, History of Magic, when Ron blurted out that question. ( more... )

Hermione Granger dropped a folded piece of bright pink paper into Harry's lap as she passed behind him to take a seat at the busy Gryffindor breakfast table. “It's from Cho,” she explained at his questioning look. She reached for a jug of water and poured herself a glass as Harry dropped his knife and fork onto his plate with a clatter and unfolded the note. ( more... )

The summer of Harry Potter's sixteenth year elapsed, by his usual standards, rather peacefully. There were no boa constrictors to set free from the zoo, nor unexpected visits from well-meaning house-elves or midnight rides in flying Muggle cars. None of Vernon Dursley's obnoxious relatives came to stay; Aunt Marge herself had vowed never to set foot in Little Whinging again, although she couldn't quite remember why after her memory had been altered. And as for the Dementors, they hadn't been seen or heard of since deserting Azkaban several months earlier. Even the troubled dreams that had been plaguing Harry of late since the death of his godfather, Sirius, had ceased. Yet Harry couldn't relax, no matter how hard he tried. It was all far too quiet... like the calm before a storm. ( more... )