A/N:leave comments please, critics make the work improve. Harry potter seething and characters arent my property, they belong to JK Rowling.

Rosmerta was having a good day, all things considered. The day by the standards of Hogsmade was going smoothly, the students and tourist were pouring in and the people were entering the establishment. The three brooms were while not complete full, with a healthy look in the audience. As she reclined herself in the bar stool, she saw to tall lanky figures enter the door. One was blonde with blue eyes and was walking with someone. His partner was as tall as him but his skinny frame had broad shoulders. One blonde one light brown haired stopped, as soon as the blonde eye scanned the interior he stopped when he saw Rosmerta and then turned to his friend. Rosmerta saw the exchange, they talked and between a back and forth they began walking towards her. Straightened herself up she notice something that she had never seen before, the light brown haired one was carrying a box whit him and he turned side to side, what they could possibly be in that box? She had not a lot of time to think in a possibility for the content when they were in front of her. Trying to give them her best smile and opening her mouth to ask what they wanted, the blonde one beat him to the punch.

"are you Rosmerta?"

"that depends handsome…what do you need?"

"we have a proposition for you" said the light brown one

"of what kind?"

"Business one…can we see you for a moment in the back, we…need to explain what we want to do"

After a moment and after getting one girl to cover for her in the front, rosmerta made her way to the back. they were leaning against the wall the two boys, one was looking down while the other was looking side to side, the box that they had before was in the ground and as she walked close to them they blonde gave it and the brunette open it while his friend carried it. From inside they got a small magazine and sighing the blonde one presented rosmerta the paper.

It was peculiar to say the least. The cover had the initial F.E in very stylized gothic font, probably Frankfurt. The usually black and white was changed for golden color; it was obvious that it was made to attract attention. Whatever it accomplished its mission or simply looked tacky was another different thing. Looking inside she saw the first article…"why fountain pens are superior to quills", other article spooked of recent muggle news and they significance to the magic world, she thought that all was harmless until she came across the center of the paper…one single piece of paper folded in three, made from different paper. Turning the paper sideways she opened the paper…and quickly closed it again. No It could not have been that…could it be? Looking again there it was the image of a very nude young girl in a lake. Looking at the boys who were looking around she lost her nerve.

"What is this?"

"Is an artistic photo" said the dark haired one with broad shoulders.

"A very good photography I might add…very tasteful", commented the blonde one.

"This…this is dirty…not a single paper does things like this, not the quibbler, not the prophet and…

"You are right miss Rosmerta, not s single one of the paper that you mentioned and possible dozens more does thing or write stuff like this one" said the dark haired one grabbing one exemplar and turning its pages.

"And much less have this beautiful free…gift" the blonde one finished, "and you are very fortunated to be part of the very beginning of this…what was that word?"
"Enterprise, Frederick, enterprise, as in a business" Erick said moving his head side to side.
"Still this…what if I have complains, what if"

"Look, we thought about it, isn't it right Erick?"

"yes, we created this first batch, if they do not sold you just get rid of them, burnt them, use them for other thing…turn them into paper weights, whatever it is, just put them in some place to have our first try, we already got some help with the zonko one…they said that they could have this ones in the back, along with the love potions…but we need some place where we can gather to a big number of people…"

"My place…"

"Exactly" said Frederick

"And what if they sell?"

"Their price is 6 knuts , but that is the price having considered your pay…if they sell we will give you 1/6 of the value, take into account that we have here 100, that is easily 100 knuts, which is around 3 sickles and 14 knuts" he then paused, "if we got clients and this grow your pay will also grown, is a win for you and us"

Romerta thought for a little while what this kids where asking, they look to be around 5th or 6th year, and they were very ahead in the planning of the whole business. In one side she could said no, but they already had foot in at least one business who considered the offer…in the other if this failed she could give this paper some use. But in other side she did not know if this will cause some kid of uproar, the wizards and witches were still pretty conservative bunch and she firmly knew that this boys were counting on that…to carve in a niche that had not been tap into.

She could not believe that they had convinced her in the end to accept, the magazine was now in every single table…along with one prophet one over them to cover them. A single day had passed. Now in the early hours of the day she was expecting movement soon. She was nervous, what if she got complains? She had made the deal that she was ot going to rat them out but…better not think of it. With a sigh she went to the routine as soon as the first client of the day enters…along with 8 more. After attending them and passing to the ones that were coming next she let her eyes wander to one of the tables and she saw it. A young wizard of 20s was looking at the prophet and was caught by the magazine with colorful font, giving it a one over he began skimming the articles and then rosmerta hearth sunk to the ground when he suddenly stopped at the center. Looking up the young man spied so nobody saw him looking at the long plegable center sheet. Discretely smiled and folding it he searched for the front of the magazine…he was searching for the price!

Rosmert saw similar reactions in young, old…even a young witch! Every single one was doing his/her best to ogle the centerfold and not be bothered or discover. Returning back to the bar stool to rest a little and see more how everything was unfolding she saw the first man wander to her and with the prophet on hand and not very well hided the magazine inside he leaved the pay for the prophet and the magazine.
As the night was finished rosmerta counted the pile of knuts…540 and she barely had more magazines…next week she would have to ask them to increase their numbers.