AN

Hi this story was written a few months ago for a challenge on another site. I hope you enjoy this short 3 chapter story.

The black silk scarf, expertly charmed around my eyes, blocked the world from view. Soft sounds of feet scuffing along the deserted corridors were the only sign of life beyond my sense of touch. A soft, small hand guided me along. The owner of which giggled excitedly every few minutes. It sounded familiar, but my memory failed me like always.

"Where are we going?" I dared to ask for the tenth time. The only reply came from a warm laugh and a bit of pressure on my lower back.

I took yet another tentative step forward, all my faith placed in the good intentions of my captor with the rich, teasing laugh. My foot slammed into something hard, and my senses screamed that the stone floor was coming closer. The only reward for their astuteness was pain as my shin collided with a sharp corner of what had to be a step. Even before the pain could truly register or my fall to stop the tiny guiding hand closed around my upper arm. I felt my fall slow, but it could not be. A hand so small meant a person lighter than me.

A soft shriek echoed around what could only be a confined space. It quickly disappeared under the much harder thump of my body meeting the floor. "Oofff!" The air in my lungs rushed out as the other body crushed me against the rough stone.

The initial instinct to move, to throw the person from my back, came to an abrupt halt when her warm breath touched the back of my neck. The hairs, which could not have been more than an inch from her lips, stood on end. I shivered and goose bumps formed on my exposed forearms.

I heard the girl inhale slowly, but she did not exhale. Instead the gentle touch of a finger burned my skin. Almost like my scar when Voldemort's emotions flared, but different. It could almost be describe as the inverse. My breath hitched and the touch vanished as the girl got to her feet.

Wishing her to be near, I struggled to my feet. The pain from my shin barely registered.

"Careful." The girl whispered for the first time. The accent fake, but it jogged some deep part of my mind. "Stairs." I did not move, my thoughts fully occupied in attempts to unravel the identity of the woman with me.

The point of a wand, pressed against my spine, forced my legs to move again. "So, up it is then."

The steps of my companion were different now. Before they had been short, almost anxious, now they stretched, longer with a bounce. With each stride we moved higher the tempo of my beating heart increased. Excitement boiled, fears and concerns vanished, all that remained was the thrill of the unknown. The excitement of each untried step. The comfort of her hand as it replaced the wand on my back.

"You might drop a little hint." I clenched my jaw slightly, thinking. "Dear."

"I only drop once." The words were whispered against my ears. This time I could smell a hint of flowers. I inhaled deeply, searching selfishly for every part of her scent. My eyelids closed behind the veil as I drenched myself in the presence behind me. She was intoxicating.

"It better be good."

Her laughter filled the narrow passageway. I knew the sound, I'd heard it countless times before. It belonged to a Gryffindor, a friendly one by the sound. For a brief moment I wanted to shout out in frustration, I could almost put a name to the girl in my thoughts.

Even as I considered filling the hall with the sound of my voice, I stumbled. "Merlin!" I should have known this would happen. "The phantom step strikes again." I hoped the joke would lesson my foolishness.

I heard her soft chuckles, this time muffled behind what had to be a hand. I could almost imagine the shaking of her head. "It's flat 'till the end."

My head cocked slightly to the sound and I felt certain my face was turned towards her. "I know your voice." Hidden from view behind the scarf my eyes narrowed as if they could see. The voice belonged to the one haunting a dream I had always wished to know more about. "Who are you?"

"So many questions, so few answers." The reply was as cryptic as the fake accent was horrid. They both succeeded in their goal of keeping me in the dark.

I wanted to ask more. My lips parted, but the sound of a door creaking open and the feel of cold air moving across my skin stopped the word before it even began. "A Tower?" The question stupid. All the climbing could only have meant that we had climbed one of Hogwarts many towers.

"Perhaps." She could have been honest. The word, however, left my mind doubting. Had we really climbed that high, or had I been fooled.

I heard her come closer, a hand guided me along. The icy breeze bit at my skin as only altitude could. "Must be the Astronomy Tower," I mumbled. "It's the only one this high."

"Astute," the girl whispered.

I shrugged. "Flying helps…"

An ice cold finger touched my lips. I could sense, rather than feel, her face mere inches from mine. When she spoke, her breath touched my lips. My tongue licked them involuntarily as her finger moved away. I waited. The pause, which could only have been moments felt like an eternity.

A pair of moist, soft, lips touched mine. Fire spread throughout my body, my skin prickled and in the faint reaches of my mind I could see Voldemort screaming in rage and pain. More dominant and far more wondrous, the touch of the girl's skin against mine commanded my attention. My mouth opened fractionally, the kiss deepened. Her tongue flicked out and caressed my lips. My body shuddered involuntarily as my body cried out to know who held it captive.

Then she moved away. I tried to catch my breath. A stride away I could hear her panting softly. "I'm sorry."

I inhaled, arranging my thoughts. "Never apologise for making me feel so alive."

"You felt it too?" Her accent faltered and for a brief moment I thought I'd cracked the riddle, but I faltered once again. "I…" She did not complete her thoughts.

"Who are you?" I asked again. "I implore you. Please, I cannot go another minute without knowing."

Her voice once again hid behind some spell. "I should not. This was not supposed to happen."

"Then what did you plan if not to rob me of my sanity?"

She gasped and I could sense the anxiety floating about in the air. "I'm forming a new club and I needed my first initiate and maybe helper."

My eyebrow rose behind the silken scarf. "Illegal I gather."

"Very," she whispered.

"Why am I blindfolded? You could have asked."

Her foot barely made a noise as she stepped closer. "I wanted this to be different, special. The club will be more open about what it is we're going to do."

"We?" Fear of the unknown welled up within. "Is it dangerous?"

Her cheeked brushed mine and she spoke quietly. "Very."

My face burned against hers. "I know your voice."

"And you know me." Thankfully, the girl did not move away. I dared not think what her absence would do to me now.

"Gryffindor," I replied. "Arggh! You'll be the death of me."

She giggled with please. "I do try, Potter."

The corners of my mouth quirked upwards. Her accent had dropped, allowing my name to roll of her tongue in the most delightful manner. "Please," I begged. "I must know who you are."

Her hand came to rest on my chest and then moved around my body as she walked to stand behind me. "Patience."

"I lost it the moment you said my name."

"You are testing my limits."

"I do try."

She huffed. "Steady." Her arms wrapped around my waist and something clicked. A hand snaked down to my stomach. Reflexively my muscles contracted under her touch. A soft, involuntary, gasp left her lips.

"Hold tight," she finally whispered. Something, which had to be strap, tightened and her chest compressed against my back. So much contact, even if no skin touched, was almost unbearable. Far away a Dark Lord once again screamed in agony.

She edged me forwards. I complied. "I'm going to drop your blindfold on the count of three."

I smiled, excited at the prospect of seeing my captor for the first time.

"One…" she whispered.

The thumping in my chest grew loud.

"Two…" her voice sounded like honey.

My mind clicked into place.

"Ginny!" I proclaimed in wonder in the same moment she said.

"Three."

The world slowed. I felt her body pushed forwards. My leg took a stride to balance, but there was not stone beneath my foot. It took another fraction of a second to realise that there would be no stopping Ginny's push. I sensed my world spinning out of control as the breeze that had been calm before began to rush past my ears. A blink of an eye later the blind was gone and all I could see was a shear drop and nothing but darkness beneath.

She'd thrown me off a bloody tower. I wanted to scream, but my unprepared mind and lungs failed. Then I felt her warmth against my back. She was still with me. I glanced to the side, to see a broom held firmly in her palm.

It was then that I began to laugh. Partly from fear, and partly out of pure exhilaration. Somewhere beyond the dark of night the ground, however, was coming rapidly closer. The stone wall to the side was nothing but a blur. The darkness began to recede, the distinct shape of a courtyard became visible. My body yearned to yank on the handle of a broom, but there was none to pull on. Just as I thought the time to pull out of the dive had come, Ginny deftly tucked the broom beneath us and began to level out.

Our feet almost brushed the ground and then we were away from the school and out across the smooth surface of the lake, which contained a large reflection of the full moon hanging low over the horizon. Ginny did not say a word, so neither did I. She was in control, the broom hers to command and so to our destination.

Instead of talking I let myself get accustomed to idea of Ginny holding on to me. For a short while it felt odd, she being Ron's little sister, but then it changed. She was a young woman, in less than a year she would be a legal adult.

"You're an amazing witch," I said loud enough to be heard over the rushing wind.

Her arms stiffened. "You weren't supposed to have figured it out, Harry."

My hands reached towards where hers held the broom. Her skin soft and smooth. "Can we land?" I asked.

She did not reply, but soon our feet touched down on the embankment beside the lake. She turned away. So I reached out and gently spun her round. My hand, moving on its own accord, brushed a strand of hair from her face. She looked more beautiful than ever before. The pale light of the moon behind me illuminated a woman I was truly seeing for the first time in my life.

"How had I missed you before?" I asked more to myself than her. She looked close to tears. I leaned in towards her. I let my lips seek hers like she had done in the tower. I deepened the kiss, a new and wondrous emotions flowed into it. When I broke away I whispered, "I've seen you. I've felt your touch. I won't miss you again, Ginny."

She looked up desperately. "Don't, Harry."

I brushed a glistening tear from her cheek and replaced it with a kiss. "You've caught me, Ginny. You uncovered and unlocked a part of me I didn't even know existed."

For the first time I caught the glimmer of something new – hope. "Would you be my girlfriend, Ginny?" I asked.

"What about, Ron?" There was real concern in her voice.

I shrugged. "Whatever happens, he'll come round."

"Promise?" she asked.

"I'll just get Hermione to snog him." Ginny burst out laughing even as she fought the unending torrent of tears. But they weren't tears of sorrow, but joy. "How long have you…"

She gave a strangled laugh. "Since forever, Harry."

"Can you forgive my blindness?"

Ginny reached out, both arms encircled my neck as she pulled me down into another passionate kiss. "Being here tonight is more than enough."

The flight back to the school took longer than planned. As we approached I finally asked. "What club is it you're planning to form? Kidnapping students and flinging them off towers?"

She laughed like only a Weasley could. "It could be fun, but no. Hermione gave me the idea actually. We were talking about Muggles and flying. She eventually told me about people who climb tall buildings and jump off them."

I nodded. "They also jump off cliffs and stuff, base jumping I think it's called. Some make a habit out of jumping from places illegally."

Ginny agreed vigorously. "So I got the idea of forming a club whose sole purpose is to sneak out at night and to see out of how many places we could jump from."

"The more dangerous or heavily patrolled the area the better."

"While also seeing how long you could jump before using your broom."

"Exactly!" Ginny almost shouted.

I leaned forwards and kissed the back of her head. "You really are a crazy Weasley."

"And proud of it!"

I laughed as we landed back on top of the Astronomy Tower. For a brief moment I stared down at the inky blackness. "Death Eaters and Dementors are bad, but jumping blindfolded really scared me." I let out a long laugh. It might have been the best and most freeing one I'd ever had. "You know, Ginny. If you're not careful you'll have me hopelessly in love in days."

"I think you're well past that point, Potter." I stood stunned at her comment. She grinned, kissed my cheek and ran for the door.

"You're not getting away so easily, Weasley!" I shouted as I began to run after her, but it was too late. The red haired girl who'd taken my very being had vanished down the staircase. In the distance I heard her laughter as it slowly grew softer. I leaned back against the wall and slid down to the ground.

When an unknown witch had taken my wand and blindfolded me this had been the last outcome I'd expected. But it was by far the best kidnapping I'd ever experienced. My head leaned back against the wall. Then my eyes opened wide. I jumped up and began to run towards the Gryffindor Common Room.

I caught her long before she could reach the safety of the girls' dorm. My hand reached out and brought her small form to a halt. For a minute we stood panting, each trying to steady their breathing.

"So," I began. "Why are you doing this?"

Her expression grew sombre at the question. "I wanted to do something other than the DA. Create something that will help."

"Help?" I questioned.

Ginny tried to look away. "I don't know, Harry. Perhaps I want people to start breaking free from their fears." Her arms lifted up into the air then dropped. "I'm tired of seeing people who are frightened of their own shadows." I cocked my head to the side, considering her words. She faced me again, her eyes fierce this time. "What good will the DA be if nearly all of them are too frightened to raise an arm!" Her fist slammed against my chest. "Are we going to stand and watch all our friends die because we never helped them enough!"

I caught her arm before she could strike at me again. Her head leaned in against my chest and I let go of her arm to give her a hug. "We will give them every advantage we can, Ginny." My hand worked through her long hair. "Between the DA and your high altitude fear inducing stunts, we'll knock them into shape." Her hold around me increased tenfold, but I took the pain hoping it would take away from hers. "We'll win this war, Ginny."

A/N

So, this is my little attempt at starting a story for the challenge. I hope you enjoyed the short chapter about how the club began.

Please leave your thoughts. I would love to know what you're thinking.