"Bugger," Ginny muttered under her breath as she looked at the photos Harry had given her. "It's not what you think, Harry," she tried to explain.
"Oh, really?" He laughed bitterly, "Then what is it? Because it sure looks like you had a flourishing sixth year while I was gone. And with those-those-those," Harry paused, "those Slytherins!"
Ginny's jaw dropped and her eyes widened before they narrowed, threatening to yell angry obscenities at the man she claimed to love. "You take that back, Harry James Potter. Their house has nothing to do with these photos, or with the fact that what they're about is completely over."
"It better be."
Still studying the photos, Ginny ignored his threatening tone. As if he was going to do something about it if it just so happened to still be happening. The girl in these photos was long gone, she said good-bye the minute Ginny said "I do". It was a love-hate relationship with that girl, but Harry wouldn't understand.
"I'm curious though, Gin," Harry interrupted her thoughts, "about the story behind those photos."
Ginny's neck nearly snapped in two as she looked up at him, staring him soundly in the eye. How could she explain to her husband that while he was off fighting the Dark Lord - before they got married, of course - she was interacting with three influential Slytherins? "What about the stories?" She challenged him with a raise of an eyebrow, "Are they really all that important? It's the past, Harry."
He snorted a reply before rolling his eyes, "Obviously a past I know nothing about." Harry grabbed the photos out of her hands, looking at them carefully before throwing them on his desk. "Please, enlighten me."
Biting her lip, Ginny wasn't sure if she should share the precarious sixth year she had or simply tell him to forget it and fight him until he did. "You have to promise not to get mad," she spoke in a cautious tone.
"I promise."
Against her better judgment, Ginny ushered Harry into the seat behind his desk and grabbed the photos. "Merlin," she whispered, "help me." Taking the seat in front of him, she spread the photos out in her lap. "These were taken in the sixth year when you were gone with Ron and Hermione." She figured if she was going to start the story, she might as well give him the reason the entire thing happened. "I guess you could say it all started when I got detention."
Ginny looked up to see a quite transfixed Harry, his eyes begging her to continue. "From there, it all sort of just happened." She bit her lip again, "Are you sure you want to hear this?"
Harry nodded, the look in his eyes still as lustful as before. He was surprisingly loving every bit of this and she wasn't sure why.
She looked back at the photos and took a deep breath, holding it a few seconds before exhaling. Who should she start with? Ginny looked at the photo of her laughing and sitting on Theodore Nott's lap, a sparkle of joy in her eyes then moved to her kissing Blaise Zabini, his hands moving under her shirt and caressing her breasts. How Harry had even looked at these without having a heart attack amazed Ginny, because she was having a hard time even remembering the story without blushing. She was well aware of the last photo, but she looked at it again. Draco Malfoy's face was buried deep within her thighs and she was arching her back against a chair with a look of sheer pleasure on her face. The photos went from the degree of bad to worse.
"Like I said, it all started when I got detention."