"Finally," Ginny Weasley muttered when she noticed the door with the 'Salidas' sign at the end of the corridor. She levitated her trunk into the Portkey Departures hall and looked about. A relieved sigh escaped her lips when she discovered the blue 'Europa' sign in a distant corner of the hall. In a brisk walk, she headed over to the departure counter, hoping the Ministry official would let her leave as her supposed departure time had been a minute ago. Applying for a new portkey would take time and money, and after three months in South America, she only wanted one thing - go back home. She had managed to get the portkey for a day earlier and wanted to surprise her family at the traditional Sunday evening dinner.

A friendly elderly gentleman in a dark red uniform waved her over. "Just in time, Señorita. You need to touch this pencil to activate the portkey. We'll send your luggage in a few seconds."

Relieved that she was still on time, Ginny took a deep breath and gave the man a gratefully smile. "Thank you."

"Adiós, Señorita." The man said, handing her the Portkey. "I hope you enjoyed your stay in Peru."

"Yes, I did," Ginny nodded. Reaching for the pencil, she immediately felt the familiar sharp yank behind her navel and the hall around her disappeared.

Some very long seconds later she stumbled into a dim-lit room, trying to orientate.

"Stand aside!" A grim voiced barked. Ginny turned and noticed a grumpy-looking grey-haired man sitting on a chair in the corner. "Stand aside," the man repeated, "You're late. The next traveller will be arriving soon."

With a thunk, her luggage hit the ground next to her. She reached for the handle and was about to step out of the arrival area when she felt a push from behind, and someone thrust her down to the ground; the impact knocked the breath out of her. Desperately gasping for air, she tried to get on her knees to stand up.

"Sorry, sorry," the someone stammered. "I tripped over this damn trunk."

When this someone climbed off of her and reached out to help her up, her gaze followed his arm, and she suddenly got sucked in by a pair of emerald green eyes that were watching her carefully through dark-framed glasses. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she got up and forced herself to take a step back.

Slightly embarrassed about her clumsiness, Ginny shook her head. "It was my fault and...my trunk," she stammered, giving the man a sheepish glance. She felt her ears warm and was glad that she'd gotten a bit of a tan during her stay in Peru. Why on earth did she suddenly blush when she looked at a man? She was used to dealing with blokes at work.

As if trying to release a strain in his muscles, the man rolled his neck and stretched his shoulders with a slight groan.

"Oh, did you hurt yourself?" Ginny asked worriedly.

"No, no, it's okay. It's just...sometimes it just feels like my body wasn't made for Portkey trips," the man answered with a crooked smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Portkey travelling can be pretty uncomfortable sometimes," Ginny said, unable to take her eyes off that lopsided smile. "And it certainly doesn't help when a notoriously tardy person is standing in your way when you're landing."

"I don't mind if the tardy person is so good-looking."

Afraid that this cute smile would hunt her in her dreams, Ginny averted her eyes. "I think we better go before the next traveller trips over us. I've done enough damage for today."

"Oh, I'm sorry. You're right," the man blurted. "I mean, you're right that we ought to go," he added, handing her her trunk.

"Thank you." Ginny smiled. With a movement of her wand, she lifted the trunk and levitated it to the exit of the arrival area. Damn, she thought, forcing herself to slow down. She was torn between running away and throwing herself around his neck. Her heart had never pounded so loud when she was looking at a man. These green eyes, his smile...

"I hope you enjoyed your trip," said the man as he hurried after her.

"Oh, it was very nice. Unfortunately, I didn't get the chance to see much of the country," Ginny replied, manoeuvring her trunk through a passage.

"Doesn't sound like you enjoyed your holidays," the man noted when he'd caught up with her.

"Holidays?" Ginny sniggered, glancing over at the man. His interest in her somehow made her feel nervous - in a pleasant way. "No, I was on a business trip, and now I'm glad to be back home."

"Oh, sounds like you've been away for a longer time." The man replied. "What are you doing for a living, if I may ask?"

A strange mix of emotion rose in Ginny. For one, she felt greatly pleased that the man showed so much interest in her, but there was also something else, something she couldn't quite grasp. Now that her heart didn't pound as loud anymore, she dared to take a closer look at him. He was quite handsome in his tight jeans and a stylish, short-sleeved shirt. The way he ran his hands through the black mop of his hair, only to make an even bigger mess of it, was kind of adorable. Before his emerald green eyes could suck her in and make her blush again, she averted her gaze and concentrated back on the trunk floating in front of her.

"I work for Gringott's," she replied with a sheepish grin. "And what drove you outside the country?"

"Oh," the man answered, obviously searching for the right words. "This and that, I did a friend a favour and - well, I helped her on an important matter."

Giving the man a brief glance, Ginny raised her eyebrows, awaiting a more detailed explanation, but it never came.

As they reached the counter at the exit, a man wearing a purple Auror uniform waved them over. "Your wands please."

Pointing to the counter, the man nodded to her to let her go first.

"Thanks," Ginny said and stepped forward to place her wand on the tabletop.

"What do we have there?" The officer took her wand and examined it closely. "Ah, it's a yew wand. Beautifully crafted," the officer muttered. As he turned to check the length of her wand, Ginny glanced at the man next to her. He was suddenly quiet and nervously ran his hands through his hair.

"Madam." Ginny was startled out of her thoughts when the officer handed her the wand back.

"Oh, thank you." She gave the officer a friendly smile and walked through the checkpoint. After a few steps, she put down her trunk and fiddled with the handle to play for time.

When she heard footsteps behind her, she picked up her trunk stepped aside. "I'm sorry. It seems I'm standing in your way again."

"Merlin, no. I'm glad you're still here," the man said. "I was hoping..."

"Please, come over here," a uniformed man interrupted him and beckoned to them. "Customs control. I'd like to take a look in your luggage."

Ginny rolled her eyes and looked at the man, shrugging. "Bad luck."

"I only need you, sir," said the Ministry official with a stern look. "You may move on, madam."

"Lucky me," Ginny gave the man an apologetic smile, a little disappointed that she probably wouldn't see him again. "I hope you don't have any illegal items in your luggage."

"Oh, of course not," the man muttered as his eyes suddenly widened and he grimaced as if he had a toothache.

After a short glance at her watch, she huffed and raised her hand. "Bye. It is already four o'clock, I need to hurry. I'm expected for dinner." Wondering why she felt the need to apologize, she made her way to the Apparition point. She wanted to bring her luggage home before surprising her family with her presence on their traditional Sunday evening dinner at the Burrow.

*** Ginny & Harry ***

Harry stared at the red-headed woman he'd just bumped into. He swallowed nervously. Her warm brown eyes, the many freckles that stood out under her tanned skin, and her blazing red hair somehow left him speechless.

When she started to levitate her trunk to the exit, he was jolted out of his reverie and hurried after her. Staring at her bum, he blurted out, "I hope you enjoyed your trip."

She gave him a brief glance and levitated her trunk into a hallway. "Oh, it was very nice. Unfortunately, I didn't get the chance to see much of the country."

"Doesn't sound like you enjoyed your holidays," he said without thinking, inwardly cursing his stupid comment as soon as the words were out.

"Holidays? No, I was on a business trip, and now I'm glad to be back home." The woman smiled at him, obviously amused by his clumsiness. He had to work harder to get her attention.

His curiosity spurred by her answer, he blurted out, "Oh, sounds like you've been away for a longer time. What are you doing for a living if I may ask?" Merlin, he thought to himself. Now he sounded like a nosy berk.

The woman stopped and eyed him closely. Damn, that's it. I'm getting on her nerves, he thought as she continued her way to the exit.

"I work for Gringott's. And what drove you outside the country?"

"Oh," Harry swallowed, looking for a plausible answer that wouldn't scare her away. "This and that, I did a friend a favour and - well, I helped her on an important matter."

Desperately seeking for the right words to invite her over for a coffee, Harry noticed an Auror calling them over. "Your wands please," the officer said.

With a brief nod, Harry let the woman go ahead, silently cursing that she'd be gone when the officer was finally done weighing his wand.

As soon as he got his wand back, Harry hurried after the woman and was relieved to find her leaning over her trunk, obviously looking for something.

"I'm sorry. It seems I'm standing in your way again." She gave him an apologetic smile.

"Merlin, no. I'm glad you're still here," Harry blurted out. "I was hoping..."

"Please, come here." A voice interrupted his words. "Customs control. I'd like to take a look in your luggage."

"Bad luck," the woman muttered annoyed.

"I only need you, sir," the man behind the counter said. "You may move on, madam."

"Lucky me." The woman exclaimed relieved and gave him an impish grin. "I hope you don't have any illegal items in your luggage."

"Oh, of course not," Harry replied and grimaced, suddenly remembering the contents of his trunk.

"Bye. It is already four o'clock, I need to hurry. I'm expected for dinner." The woman waved briefly before she turned and walked away.

Harry's shoulder sagged as his eyes followed the woman on her way to the exit. He had hoped to invite her over for a coffee before they had to part and maybe get her name. Obviously, it was just another missed opportunity. Something he'd gotten used to in his life.

"Come on." The voice of the official torn from his thoughts. "I can't wait all day for you."

With a sullen look, Harry strode over to the check-in counter and placed his trunk on the table. Desperately seeking a plausible explanation for the contents of his trunk, a feeling of discomfort suddenly spread through his stomach.

"Where did you arrive from?" asked the official.

"I was in Colombia for a few days," Harry replied, trying not to sound worried.

"Do you have anything to declare?"

"No." He shook his head and took a deep breath to calm his nerves. "But I can explain what I need the things in my trunk for."

The officer gave him a concerned look. "We'll see. Please open the trunk."

Harry pulled out his wand and briefly touched the trunk with it. He frowned when nothing happened. He touched the trunk again, muttering, "Alohomora!" A slight click confirmed that the lock was now open.

The officer opened the case lid and Harry jaw dropped.

With a smug smile, the officer rummaged through the women's clothing in the trunk, pretending to search for any hidden items. "There's no need to explain yourself," the man chuckled while eyeing a particularly tiny pair of knickers. "You can wear whatever you want."

Harry blushed. "I can explain that." He stopped short. "That is, I can't. That's not my trunk."

"Don't worry, I won't ask any questions, Mr...?"

"Evans. James Evans, it is." Harry was so confused that he had almost forgotten the name in his passport.

"Mr Evans, it's not every day I see a bloke wearing women's clothes. But it's not forbidden. I wish you a nice day." The officer closed the lid of the trunk and waved Harry to move on.

Confused, Harry locked the trunk, shaking his head in disbelief.

He looked at the official and murmured, "It's really not my trunk."

Reaching for his wand, he levitated the trunk to the exit. He had to find this woman. It had to be her trunk. Deep in thought, he strode across the exit hall to the Apparition point, not noticing the man following him and pointing his wand at the trunk, muttering a spell.

*** Ginny & Harry ***

Harry Apparated directly into the foyer of his flat. With hurried steps, he headed to his study and launched the trunk on his desk. At first glance, it really looked like his trunk. On closer inspection, however, he discovered a gold-coloured sticker of a galleon with the letters GCC on it. GCC, Harry thought. He'd seen these letters somewhere. He tapped the lock of the trunk with his wand and muttered "Alohomora!"

The lock snapped open and Harry opened the lid. Ignoring the ladies' underwear, he reached for one of the two brown casually folded overalls on the bottom of the trunk. On the front of the overall, he noticed the same Galleon with the letters GCC, and the words 'Gringott's Cursebreaker Corps' underneath.

'Whoa.' Harry took a deep breath. A curse breaker. He'd never thought of the attractive redhead as being a curse breaker. The collection of underwear, casual and fancy, didn't match his image of a curse breaker either. Without thinking, he took one of the green silk pants and sniffed them. Pervert, he thought as he inhaled the beguiling scent and a slight shiver ran down his back. He put the silk piece of nothing back and examined the contents of the suitcase more closely. Somewhere in there must be a link to its owner. He started to empty the trunk when he saw a side pocket with a Muggle book, a notebook and some Muggle pens in it.

He took the notebook to examine it more closely. The initials GMW were written in block letters on the front page. He opened the book and breathed a sigh of relief. 'Working Diary, Ginny Weasley' was written on the first page in curved writing, followed by 'Sechin Alto, Peru, 2006'. He flipped through the rest of the pages, filled with dates and descriptions of ancient pyramids and runes.

'So,' thought Harry and started pacing the room. 'Ginny Weasley.' Somehow the name Weasley seemed familiar to him, but he didn't remember where to put it. How was he supposed to find her? He doubted that Gringott's would tell him the whereabouts of one of their employees.

He absolutely needed this trunk, at the latest the day after tomorrow. No, he remembered. At the latest tomorrow. He wanted to sift through the material he'd collected in Colombia to prepare for the meeting with his friend in two days.

He briefly considered contacting his friend to inform her of his mishap when a thought struck him. 'Damn it,' he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. How stupid of him. In his panic, he'd completely forgotten about the tracking charm he'd put on the trunk.

He opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a folded map. He pushed the trunk aside and unfolded the map. Tapping his wand on the paper, he murmured, "Ostend vidulo meo ponere licet!"

A blinking black dot appeared on the far-left corner of the map. Harry leaned over to look at the point on the south coast of Devon.

"Hallsands," he murmured. "Never heard of it." He pointed his wand at a point on the coast near the place, memorised the coordinates. Before he Apparated away, he remembered the trunk. Sighing, he put all the things back, took a last glance at the unmentionables, and closed the lid. After a last look in the mirror to make sure the glamours on his forehead were still in place, he reached for the trunk and Apparated to Devon.

*** Ginny & Harry ***

With a soft popping noise, Ginny arrived at the garden gate of her home.

A smile crossed her face as she walked through the gate and noticed the small flower beds in front of her cottage. Apparently, her mother had kept her promise and looked after her garden. Breathing in the fresh sea air, she strolled around the house. As she rounded the corner, the strong sea wind blew in her face and let her hair fly. She looked over to the Start Point Lighthouse, glowing white in the evening sun, and the nearby cliffs with the houses and ruins of Hallsands. She'd immediately loved this place when she'd been looking for her own home two years ago. After receiving the bonus for her first successful assignment for Gringotts, she had bought this secluded cottage at a reasonable price. The day she'd discovered this place, she'd watched a group of seals down on the shore and had decided to name her new home Seal Cottage. She could spend hours and hours, sitting outside on a bench, admiring the view or reading a romance novel.

It was good to be home.

A glance at her watch confirmed that she had to hurry to be in time for dinner. With a sigh, she pulled out her wand, deactivated the wards and walked through the back door into the living room. She set her trunk in the corner and opened a shutter to let some light into the room. With a content sigh, she looked about. It felt nice to be back home.

When her gaze halted on her trunk, she bit her lower lip. Taking a deep breath, she decided that the laundry could wait until tomorrow.

She hurried up the stairs and entered her bedroom. After opening the shutters to let in some light in, she launched her robes on a chair and flung herself on her bed. With a satisfied moan, she stretched. Three months sleeping on a cot, and her bed felt like heaven. With a big grin, she looked about.

It felt good to be back home.

Waving to Gwenog Jones who was looking down on her from the poster emblazoning the wall over her bed, she sighed. She had to hurry. Jumping to her feet, she opened her wardrobe in search for something to wear.

Quickly, she changed into something comfortable and stepped in front of the mirror to check her hairdo. Deciding to go with a side braid today, she reached for a hair bobble and plaited her hair in a long braid she put over her shoulder.

"As beautiful as ever," the mirror praised her.

"Liar," Ginny retorted laughing when she checked her appearance. After walking around in work clothes for the last months, it felt good to wear her favourite blue jeans, and the dark green t-shirt she'd picked out.

Giving her room a last look over, she turned and hurried back down the stairs.

After a brief stop at the loo, she stepped through the back door and locked it. She pulled out her wand and re-established the wards. With a last glance over to the lighthouse, she Apparated to the Burrow - without noticing the man with a trunk in his hand, walking through the garden gate on the other side of the house.

*** Ginny & Harry ***

AN: My thanks go to Tina, who kindly sacrificed herself as being my beta, and the folks from the Ginny Lovers Discord for their encouragement and support.

This will be a short story with 5 chapters and weekly updates.