Author's Note:

Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated my other story, "The Pureblood Bride," but I really want it to be a masterpiece giggles so I'm taking my sweet time on it. However, this plot bunny kept popping in my head and I just had to get it out!

I intended this story to be a one-shot, but it might have up to 3 chapters. I may update to add more just to the end of this and not add anymore chapters, so keep a lookout.

I admit: not much happens in this part. But it's the start, and I hope it was more interesting and better written than the beginning of "The Boy Who Lived," which I have realized has a CRAPPY beginning, something I plan to fix soon. Anyway, the story was partially inspired by the song….giggles "Hella Good" by No Doubt. That's where the title comes from…but I'm pretty sure I'll change it when inspiration hits me…(it's 10:30 at night).

The reasoning about the song comes in later, I promise ;) But for now, sit back, relax and enjoy this small bit of writing I have managed to get out for you. I expect to finish this before Friday because I get my wisdom teeth pulled out then, and I want to be done with this!

I would really like to know what you think of it so far. Should I continue? Well, regardless I'm going to, but I'd like to know if the first section intrigues you at all…that's what I'm going for here: trying to make my beginnings better ;)

Thanks to all my readers and reviewers!

Zoë

I solemnly swear I am up to no good…

It was a Friday night and 21 year old Ginny Weasley found herself sitting in the parlor of her childhood home and half listening to her parents having a small spat in the kitchen.

"Arthur! How many times have I asked you to STOP tinkering around with those gadgets! I told you something would come of it, didn't I!" her mother said, eyes ablaze.

"Darling, it was just a shed," Arthur said calmly, trying to soothe his angry wife. "I can build another…and the plants can be replanted, and the part of the porch that was singed can be fixed as well," he finished logically. Molly just threw up her hands and stormed out.

"Ginny!" she exclaimed in a completely different tone than she had just used, noticing her daughter as she passed through the parlor. "How come you aren't out doing something fun tonight? It's a rare occasion that you've been home two Friday nights in a row now."

Ginny did wonder what she was doing at home. Yes, all her friends had been busy or out on dates, but that usually didn't stop her from going out. With her bright, outgoing personality, Ginny had no problem talking to strangers in clubs, bars, or anywhere.

"Just felt like staying at home tonight, Mum," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Dear me! That's what you said last week as well. Are you sure something's not wrong?"

Ginny smiled and shook her head, and somehow managed to convince her mother she was fine. Finally Mrs. Weasley left Ginny alone to her thoughts once more.

Ginny hadn't lied to her mother exactly…as far as she could tell she was fine. She just needed to think. But the thoughts that chorused through her head were what worried her.

Ginny had returned to a long forgotten pastime: thinking about Harry Potter.

She sighed. It had all started last Friday night, when she truly did just feel like staying home. She and her Mum had just put a batch of scones they had made into the oven when Molly remembered that she needed to finalize the amount of people coming for Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's 50th Wedding Anniversary.

"Ginny dear," her mother asked, "Would you mind popping over to Harry's for a minute and ask him if he is going to bring a guest to the party? He said he might have someone to bring," she said fondly.

Ginny ignored the dip that her stomach had done when she heard Harry might be bringing a date.

"Sure Mum, but I doubt he'll be home on a Friday night. A 22 year old single male, who happens to be Witch Weekly's 'Most Eligible Bachelor' 8 months running, as well as the greatest hero of the Wizarding world probably has better things to do on a Friday night then to sit at home!" she told her mother bluntly. Mrs. Weasley huffed.

"Well, I need to know! You won't know until you pop over there, dear…honestly, it takes just a second…"

"Fine, Mum. I'll be back soon," Ginny agreed to avoid an argument, and disapparated with a pop.

"Hello? Harry?" Ginny called as she knocked on his door. Although the threat of Voldemort had been gone for almost a year now because of him, Harry couldn't help but feel the need to be cautious. He had lowered the wards around his flat, but he didn't allow anyone to apparate directly into it. Instead, visitors had to apparate outside the door.

"Hello, Harry?" she called again. She rolled her eyes and threw up her hands. She had been right, of course. There wasn't even a thin strip of light coming from under his door. She was about to walk away when she heard,

"Hello? Who is it?"

"Harry, it's me, Ginny," she answered, amazed that she had actually been wrong. The door swung open that moment and Harry's face greeted her. It took all her will power and years of practice to hide the effect that seeing him gave her. She wanted to smile magnificently and sigh, just because she was near him. But instead she put a generic smile on her face and pushed past him through the doorway.

"Hey Ginny," he said, giving her a small smile. As he closed the door he flipped on the light switch. Her eyes widened as she looked around. His flat was a mess. Clothes were strewn about all over the furniture, books were scattered on the rug, dishes were piled in the sink, and Chinese Take-Out containers were littered on the coffee table. Harry looked a little ashamed as he picked his way through the mess to turn off the muggle television that was currently playing something that involved three players, and a big square full of little blue squares.

"I'll take Mythical Beasts for 1000, Alex," one of the players said before Harry turned it off.

"Sorry, 'bout the mess," Harry mumbled, cleaning off the clothes on the couch before collecting the Chinese containers.

"Was that a muggle show?" she asked, sitting herself onto the couch.

"Huh? Oh, yes. They just had that category. Bit silly really, every time they have something about magic they are so far away from the truth that I have to laugh." He finished cleaning up and sat down on the other end of the couch.

"So what brings you here?" he asked. Ginny snapped to attention. She had found her thoughts wandering…why was Harry home tonight?

"Oh, Mum wanted to know if you were bringing a guest to their anniversary. She's making sure she makes enough food, although we all know she will make enough to feed us thrice over," she said, giggling a bit.

Harry didn't meet her eyes when he answered, "No, it'll just be me."

Ginny once again tried to ignore the jolt that she felt in her stomach. She regained her composure.

"Okay, well, that was it," she smiled and rose. "It was nice to see you, Harry. We should get together some time and catch up." Ginny could have kicked her mouth for running away like that, but now the damage was done. However, Harry looked pleased with the idea.

"That'd be nice, Gin. We haven't really seen much of each other recently, have we?" he replied. She agreed and he walked her to the door.

"Night, Gin," he said.

"G'night Harry. See you soon!" she had answered and disapparated with a pop.

And now it was a week later, and Ginny found herself thinking about Harry again—something she hadn't done in such a long while. She couldn't imagine why he had been home by himself in his dingy flat on a Friday night. It baffled her. And what was more, was that Ginny had the distinct impression that Harry didn't get out much at all. She knew Harry too well, and could tell he was trying to hide the fact that he was miserable.

Whether she still harbored any feelings for him or not, she was his friend, and hated to think that he was hiding away from the world. Sadly, she realized that she hardly knew anything about his life now, except that he was an Auror, had lunch with the twins on Wednesdays, and played Quidditch with Ron on Saturday afternoons in the pitch that Ron had installed behind the house he and Hermione lived in.

After the war had ended, Ginny had hoped that Harry might come to his senses and see that she was madly in love with him, and come running to her, admitting that he too had loved her all this time but wanted to keep her protected from Voldemort, and he had kept his feelings a secret.

However, that didn't happen.

Harry had been in Saint Mungo's for a month to recover from various injuries, and was suffering from magical exhaustion after depleting all of his magic to finally vanquish Voldemort. After he was out, Harry had been hounded by the press for months, finally forcing him to hide away to get out of the public eye. His return two months later caused a small upheaval within the press, and everyone began vying to get an interview with him. However, Harry put his foot down and refused to talk to them.

Soon after, he was invited into the Magical Law Enforcement Department's Advanced Auror Section, granted clearance from the extra training due to the fact that he had already seen and done more than all of the current employees in the department. Harry took the promotion and continued to help round up Death Eaters or any persons suspicious of Dark activity.

After Hogwarts, Ginny had enrolled in school to become a Healer, and recently had graduated at the top of her class. She had been on hand when the casualties from the war started pouring in, and found herself working long nights in the Intensive Care Ward. On top of her job, there was her family too. It seemed that since old Voldy was gone, everyone wanted to either get married or procreate, and now Ginny had quite a few new nieces and nephews, plus a few new sisters-in-law.

Ginny had held out for Harry for so long, that when she saw him in recovery at Saint Mungo's she decided to wait a little longer for him. He would get out and they would live happily ever after, right?

Wrong. Harry practically disappeared from her life once he checked out of the hospital. Sure, he came to all the weddings and sent gifts for all the births, but he didn't seem to have time to stop by for more than an hour. Ginny finally had to admit defeat.

Ginny had stayed living at the Burrow, never finding the time or energy to move out. She had started dating other men, but never had much success. She had been on countless dates, but the number of times she had gone out on a second date with any of them could be counted on one hand. Third dates didn't exist with Ginny.

Though she didn't realize it, each night Ginny would compare the man on her arm to Harry. And the problem was that in her eyes, no one would ever compare to him. Still, she thought she had convinced herself that he was not for her. And although her mind and body had moved on, her heart had not.

As she sat in the parlor that Friday night, she wondered if it ever would, or if it even could.

Sighing again, her thoughts returned to Harry. Would he be sitting at home in the dark again, watching mindless muggle television? He didn't deserve that kind of boredom. He was 22 and should be out having fun with his friends. The logical half of her argued that he probably was out, last week had been a fluke, etcetera, etcetera. But her heart felt that something was wrong when she saw Harry. He just didn't look like he was enjoying the freedom and peace that he had almost died for.

Finally Ginny made up her mind. She would go to Harry's tonight and see if he was home. He wouldn't be, but if he was, she was going to take him out and make him have a good time. They were friends after all—and what are friends for if not to cheer each other up?

With her decision standing firm in her mind, Ginny rose to go change her clothes. She reminded herself that Harry wouldn't be there, but she got ready to go out anyway.

20 minutes later found Ginny outside Harry's doorstep. No light came from under the door, nor did any sound omit from the apartment. Feeling foolish for coming, and coming all dressed up, she pulled her coat more tightly around her.

"Harry?" she called knocking. "It's me, Ginny!"

She was startled when he pulled the door open so quickly this time. His green eyes looked at her expectantly as he pulled his dripping raven locks from his eyes. He had just gotten out of the shower. Her breath hitched.

"Is everything alright Ginny?" he asked.

"Uhh, yeah. Everything's fine. I just…can I come in?" his bare shoulder and arm was doing things to her brain. I am over him! I am over him! She told herself.

"Um, sure. Hold on a second while I get some clothes on."

Merlin! He was naked! Ginny almost fainted. As he got dressed she finally admit to herself that she would never get over Harry Potter.

"All clear!" she heard him call from inside his apartment. She entered to find it a bit cleaner than last time, as Harry emerged from his bedroom in sweats and a beat up t-shirt.

She stood staring for a minute trying to figure out how to tell Harry her reasons for coming. He was looking at her expectantly. Finally she managed,

"How come you're home doing nothing two Friday nights in a row?" She winced as she realized that her choice of wording was less than tactful. Harry looked sour.

"Don't feel like going anywhere. Nowhere to go…" he muttered and looked away.

Bugger Gin! Get a hold of yourself. You came here to cheer him up, and by Merlin, that's what you're going to do! Ginny chided herself.

"Nonesense Harry. There's pleanty of places to go and things to do. Come on, get dressed and come out with me!" His eyes widened at the implication she had just made. She hurried to cover her mistake.

"You said you wanted to catch up, so come on!" Harry's face relaxed a bit, but he still seemed hesitant.

"What's the matter, Harry? Do you not want to go?" her face fell a bit, but she tried to hide her disappointment. She knew that she shouldn't have gotten her hopes up…wait a minute…Snap out of it Ginny! she told herself. This is NOT the time to be acting like a lovesick puppy! Harry is obviously moping about something and you came here to get him out of his slump! Pick yourself up Ginerva and be assertive!

Harry started to say something but Ginny interrupted him.

"You know what Harry? I don't care. You're going out tonight and you're going to have FUN. Remember what that was like? I won't take no for an answer Harry James Potter!" she practically yelled at him. Harry stood there a bit open mouthed at Ginny's outburst. Standing with her hands on her hips and her cheeks a darker shade of rose reminded Harry of Mrs. Weasley. He silently agreed that he couldn't refuse her. However…

"I'll go Ginny," he relented, sending a look of triumph over her face. "But I just want you to know that the reason that I don't' get out of here much is because of all the bloody press. If I so much as step into a public place then there is a full page report on how long I was in the bathroom there for. And if it's not the press it's people coming up to talk to me and shake my hand or get me to give them my autograph. I really hate all the attention, Gin," he added a bit more softly.

It was Ginny's turn to stare at him. He watched as his words had their effect on her, and as the wheels turned in her head. Harry found himself getting a bit lost in the sight of her…her flaming locks were struggling to come unclasped from their captor and Harry almost forgot himself to reach out to soothe them. Ginny finally broke the silence, forcing him back into reality.

"Harry," she started, slowly and quietly. "Haven't you thought about going into muggle London? No one will recognize you there. No one will give a damn who you are or what you did. Have you never considered this before?"

Realization sunk into Harry. He was a complete and total idiot. He had allowed himself to wallow in self pity and misery, and in so doing, he had overlooked a very simple solution. A grin spread over his face.

"I'll go change!" he said before sprinting off.

It was only a matter of minutes before Harry and Ginny found themselves on the curb outside his flat, waiting for a taxi. The two were wrapped in warm raincoats to protect them from the drizzling weather. Ginny pulled out an umbrella from one of the pockets.

"Charmed," she said with a wink, and proceded to open it.

"You know how to use an umbrella?" Harry asked. "I didn't know you knew about Muggle things."

"My my my! We do have a lot to catch up on! I took Muggle Studies for 4 years Harry. I even got an O on my Owls in it. Plus, I go into Muggle London a lot nowadays. Got to learn how to blend in!"

Harry smiled as he listened to her. It didn't seem to matter what Ginny was saying; her voice just had a good effect on him. It was so smooth and perfect and…He shook his head to get the raindrops off his face and thoughts like that out of his head.

Their cab pulled up just then, and Harry opened the door for Ginny to get in.

"Where to?" the driver asked.

"Elm Street and Warring," Ginny replied and the driver set off.

"So where exactly are you taking me Gin?" Harry asked, realizing he had no idea what their plans were. Ginny smiled mischievously.

"You'll see when we get there!"

Harry groaned when she winked at him. It couldn't be too bad could it? Then he saw the glint in her eyes when she bit her lip to keep from laughing. What had he gotten himself into?