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Warning: this episode contains a semi-lime.

Harry Potter and the Dragon Storm

Episode VIII

It's the Beginning

Harry Potter wearing a tight black sleeveless top and loose and flexible trousers, barefoot, and a man in black horned armour fought, both with huge black and red heavy-blade swords, their blades collided together in battle with tremendous amounts of strength. A great crash of metal on metal exploded like thunder as Harry slashed at his teacher. The black armoured worrier ducked, a few hairs cut loose from his mop of dark cherry black hair. Harrys' blade tip coming within a millimetre of the Knights forehead as they slid back from each other along the beach at night where they fought.

The waves of the ocean crashed up into the shore washing over their feet sending a pleasant chill over Harry's over-exhausted toes. The full moon shone upon the water reflecting the light to silhouette the two combatants, bathing them in a inhuman glow. Harry's eyes shone brighter with mirth as he had came so close to victory.

"Whoa… Harry you're getting a lot better. And faster than we had imagined," said the black knight laughing as he skipped back several paces at a fast rate, like gliding an inch of the ground the air rushing around him, in truth his several paces are a lot longer than any normal humans. He lands gracefully, and with ease not even sinking the slightest into the sand his sword ready, and waiting to continue.

"I would blame the teacher, but that can't be right can it Dragon," he retorted with a wining smile while Dragon glared playfully at him. Though his playful glare would creep out any normal person. Harry too stood with ease upon the surface of the sand preparing his stance he readied for another attack. "So what do you suppose that idiot Fudge wants?"

"Nothing good, I would have thought," he reasoned with a shrug, though he let out a frustrated growl at the thought of the megalomaniac minister. "It's most likely as you believe. Something messed up about you or Dumbledore. Though I don't give a damn about the old fool, he can rot for all we should care."

They grinned at each other in amusement before Harry charged forward with his huge black and red sword arched out in front of him. It crashed down into the dragon's blade and smashed him back several paces with red burning flames and sparks flying from their blades shooting off in all directions.

Harry moved in again he knight recovered and struck again. The oceans roar in the background made for a good setting to wage a one on one battle. Dragon grit his teeth in frustration as he was forced back, sliding back on his toes, kicking up dirt and dust as he moved at a alarmingly fast pace, creating deep trenched in the sand.

Dragon tried to stop himself from sliding back too far by stabbing his sword into the loose sandy ground tossing up even more of the white grains not wanting to go careering into the white cliffs behind him. He just barely managed to stop as his back skimmed the jagged rocks. Dragon sighed in relief as he looked behind him self and glared at the rocks as if it was their fault as he pulled his sword out of the ground before looking directly back at the amused and smug figure of Harry Potter.

The Knight narrowed his eyes scrutinising his opponent 'I best be more careful he's getting a lot better, and very fast' he thought to himself, calculating the best position to counter attack from. He of course needed to get his apprentice back for that little move, and the smug look obviously needs to be removed from his face. Obviously. It wasn't to reclaim his pride or anything. Nope.

"Well, Fudge doesn't have anything better to do, like running the magical government better does he?" called Harry chuckling in amusement as he continued the conversation as if they weren't trying to slice each other open with heavy-blade swords. "The only thing he has time for is trying to arrest the innocent. He's just a purist piece of filth after all."

The knight just smirked and jumped into the air and flickers out of existence. Harry groaned as he readied him self in a defensive stance and waited the assault. Pushing all of his senses to maximum, his eyes scanned every way they could as he turned his head, left then right. Suddenly he hears a whooshing noise and quickly spins round looking up he raises his sword just in time. Dragon was swinging his sword with a predatory grin in a giant arch towards Harry.

The large bladed weapon smashes down painfully hard into Harry's sword. The Knight was slightly startled that Harry had actually reacted quickly enough to stop him. However, he screamed out as he plunged power into the attack, a smirk returning to his lips. A clear transparent bubble of energy erupted in thunderous sound around them, supercharged with blazing yellow lightning that danced powerfully around both combatants.

The sand around their feet exploded outwards as if a meteor had struck the beach, forcing them to sink down into a giant forming crater. Sand was all over them but Harry would not budge no matter how deep they went. Soon they reached solid rock about twenty feet deep that cracked und crushed under the pressure of their combined force creating a small crater; about eight feet round, which Harry now stands dead centre smiling ruefully as his arms were now shaking from exhaustion, as he stared into the knights stunned face. Dragon just hung there being held up off his feet by the red and black sword Harry held.

Harry took several deep breaths in quick succession as his tiring arms settled. The power and lightning ebbing away from Dragon's attack. A small smirk filled with smugness reaches Harry's lips and Dragon gulped. Suddenly the newest Dragon Phoenix slashes his blade away from his body throwing the knight back straight into and through the sand crater wall with a roar and explosive force. A giant burst of wind helping the knight on his way as he broke through the sand.

He yelled out as his back burst through and closed his eyes. The next thing he knew he was shooting out of the ground and sailing into the sky at impressive speeds. His eyes flickered open and he looked down to see Harry shooting out of their destructive creation, and landing safely on the beach. A proud grin spread to his lips as he gazed down upon his pupil. This was getting interesting he thought as he righted him self in the air and drew back his sword as he watched Harry prepare another defence, and then shot back down towards his pray. He can't let Harry get cocky and think it was that easy to beat him.

0oo00oo0

Harry slowly woke, a small yawn escaping him. Keeping his eyes closed tight cuddling something soft and warm under the covers with him; he couldn't remember what for a moment. However, that did not last long as that something's smooth soft thigh pushed up painfully hard against his morning problem. He knew sharing the bed would end him back in this predicament again. Though he had to admit, he quite liked this predicament.

His heart began to pound mercilessly against his ribcage as his morning 'problem' throbbed excitedly against the soft flesh. He was just glad that he is at least wearing his boxer shorts. And hoped his bed partner won't slap him for it. However, when he took a deep breath to steady his nerves his heart shortly froze before pounding harder than before. He could smell it almost as if his face was between her thighs, which he is certain it isn't. She was extremely aroused.

It made it hard to breath, especially when he felt her moving further into his embrace and her crutch pushed up against his thigh soaking him with the fluids dripping through the cotton of her panties. Why the hell did he agree to sleep in their underwear? Well for one she looked super hot in just her white panties and bra with a bright blush on her cheeks, and two. Well two's the same as one.

Harry was sure she's awake when he heard a soft groan coming from where her soft cheek rested on his shoulder, coinciding with the careful hip thrust into his leg. Damn her scent was driving him crazy right now and all he could think about is running his hands all over her soft and beautiful body. He could feel her small bust pushed up against his left arm and was certain her nipples are solid beneath the thin fabric of her bra.

Her left hand had been resting on his abs, and was now exploring his muscles in a gentle pattern. His left arm was bent slightly and he was certain that if he straightened it, he could slide his hand onto the crutch of her panties. However, resisted for only a few seconds when another small groan escaped her lips.

He carefully slid his arm straighter and unsurprisingly she moved her body back enough to let him slide his hand into place. She moaned out softly as his fingers felt the soaking patch of material, and her slit beyond. He softly rubbed her enticing moans and whimpers from her as she began to rock her hips into his touch. Her hand slowly moving south down Harry's abs to the waistline of his boxers. His penis throbbed in anticipation as her fingers slipped fluidly yet shakily into his underwear, soon finding it, rock sold, soft and warm to the touch.

They both let out gasps as her fingers encircled his weapon and slowly began to work at it with a careful pumping motion. Harry's fingers moved on her a little faster as let out a small moan of pleasure. Soon creeping up her panties, she allowed his fingers and hand to slip in through the waistband, feeling her soft hairs before finally finding his destination. His fingers easily slid along her soaking slit causing a loud moan to slip from her pouty lips.

He turned and looked towards the red-haired beauty. Her eyes softly closed and a small smile on her lips as she breathed shallow, panting for breath. He closed his eyes and leaned towards her capturing her gorgeous lips in his; kissing her hungrily, she returned the favour with lust-filled vigour. Their tongues brushing together as they worked each other faster. Harry's fingers brushing her clit, causing her to buck and groan loudly into his mouth.

Harry didn't know how much longer he could hold off, and is sure Ginny will cum any moment as her moans are getting louder and her movements more desperate. Then it happened, she exploded pulling back from their kiss her head thrown back as her body quivered and stiffened in pleasure. So he let go and moaned out as he shot his load in his boxers and all over Ginny's hand.

Their breathing had become laboured and sharp as they collapsed tiredly back onto the bed. Their hands still in each others underwear, Ginny's fingers still wrapped firmly around Harry's slowly softening penis, sticky with his cum, and Harry's fingers gently stroking around her slit covered in her juices.

Their eyes lazily open as they stared at each other. Ginny wore a huge blush, which Harry found amusing considering they've gone quite far passed the blushing stage in their relationship. He moved a little closer as he carefully removed his hand from her panties entice a small moan and little quiver that he found cute. His lips gently brushing her in a loving kiss that she returned before he took a good look at his slimy fingers.

She watched him cautiously for a moment as he examined them. Then her eyes widened as he began to lick them clean before smirking at her with a small blush of his own. He almost laughed as he heard her growl a little at him, which only caused his smirk to widen. She then pulled her hand out of his boxers with a small nervous smile as she looked upon his seed coating her hand and fingers before sticking her tongue out and taking a small sample taste. She licked her lips in surprise. She had not expected to like the bitter(y) taste. However, after a moment she began lapping it up from her hands and fingers before smirking back at him.

Harry let loose an amused chuckle trying his hardest not to get another bonner over how hot that was. "Good morning, Ginny," he said in as casual morning greeting he could manage. "Sleep well?" he asked wearing an amused smile.

Ginny cleared her throat and took a deep breath before answering him. "Good morning to you too, Harry," she replied with only a slight waver in her voice. "I slept brilliant thank you. But how about you?" she asked looking to almost be laughing.

Harry let out a soft laugh. "Uh-huh, best sleep I've ever had," he answered, smiling. "Though I should say the waking was so much better," he said with a smirk now lining his lips as Ginny's cheeks tinted scarlet.

However, she smiled and flicked him on the nose causing him to laugh. "Your minds still in the gutter I see," she said laughing with him. She found her self surprised with how easy it is to actually talk about it now that Harry brought it up. "But I think we should get up now, as I need a nice cool shower."

Harry nodded in agreement. "Yep, me too. For some reason I'm all sticky now," he said laughing as she blushed some more, though she joined him in laughing. He leaned in and planted a small kiss on her lips that she readily reciprocated and was about to deepen when a knock came on the door startling them as they forgot they're not alone in the house.

Both stared at each other with looks that said. 'I hope they didn't hear us.' Before Harry called out. "come in," towards the door after cheeking to make sure they're both fully under the covers. And in came a little house-elf carrying some clean clothes, and it wore a large T-towel like a toga.

The elf paused at the door for a moment before taking a large sniff of the air then looking embarrassed. Harry grimaced as he realised House-Elves must have enhanced senses, as Harry can smell the fun Ginny and he had strongly him self, and if he were to sniff for it down stairs he's certain he would still smell it strong in the air. He's just glad most humans don't have enhanced senses as he does.

However, the Elf quickly composed her self and bowed to them in respect. "Sir. Miss." the little elf squeaked with a smile.

"Hello," replied Harry placing a smile on his lips. "It's nice to meet you, what's your name?" the elf looked taken aback at something Harry couldn't quite figure out.

'Hmm… maybe because I asked her her name. House-Elves aren't often spoken to politely by Mage,' he thought reasonably.

"I – It is Splashy Sir," the little elf squeaked shakily, bowing even lower in awe and pride.

"Well what can we do for you Splashy," he asked kindly.

"Splashy has brought you and the miss some clean robes sir," the elf said proudly putting the clean clothes down beside the bed on a small round side table, then bows respectfully one last time before exiting the room and closing the door behind her as Harry and Ginny said thanked her.

They soon took turns in the shower, though Harry was quite content with sharing the thought of moving on that quickly embarrassed Ginny more so he was fine with it. They have been moving exceedingly fast as it is. Then they got dressed and headed down stairs and entered the very big lovely clean kitchen-cross-dinning room.

Here they discovered two young boys about five and eight. Both with brown hair and eyes with smiles. The Minister Shanna and her husband Jeff. They met the Ministers husband the night before when she brought them home. He's a nice man with short brown hair and eyes to match and teaches Charms at Salem Magic Academy. Harry and Ginny were very glad to see that the Minister and her family didn't seem to have heard their earlier activities.

Harry and Ginny greeted their host family with good morning before they took note of a fifth occupant of the kitchen sitting at the table with a steaming cup of tea. It is one of the few people Harry could do without seeing right now. He sighed. Is there nowhere on Earth that this man won't find him, or search?

"Good morning, Harry, Ginevra," said Dumbledore in a nervous tone of voice.

Harry sighed again before shrugging. "Morning… so what brings you here?" he said it as if they are not on bad terms right now so Dumbledore decided to do the same as it shall make conversing much easier, and less mucky.

"Well I was informed this morning of what happened. Well its still night back home," he gave a small nervous chuckle. "I've informed the Creevey family, and your mum and dad Ginevra."

"So they know what I did?" Harry asked with a bored yawn as he took a seat opposite the old man, and Ginny slid into the one next to him looking a little worried.

"In deed," he agreed with a nod starting to feel a little worried him self. Maybe he should have just summarized it and left out some of the more crucial details. Ah well, it's too late now.

"I see," replied Harry with a shrug and a sigh. "Well I suppose they might have found out eventually anyway," he let out a small chuckle. "And keeping that kind of secret from Ginny's mum could be hazardous to your health. Unless you like your ears ranted off."

Dumbledore gave a nervous chuckle and a small nod while Ginny giggled. "Yes, in deed that is a factor to consider," he replied as Splashy placed down a plate of fried breakfast before Harry and Ginny and some fresh juice.

"Well we'll just leave you three alone to talk for a while, OK," interrupted Jeff, his wife nodding in agreement as they ushered the two children out of the kitchen with them.

"Thanks," Harry and Ginny both called politely before returning their attention to Dumbledore.

To Be Continued…

A\N: so episode 8, I hope you enjoyed it.