A/N: basically I won't be able to update for like two weeks. I have meetings and weddings and my parents are going away and I'm going camping. So this chapter and maybe one or two more depending on how much and how fast I can write before coming to a block is all you will have. So my F.F. junkies, read your fix wisely. Lol. Thanks for the reviews. You know the drill.

Ohh and I don't remember what day or if I said it, but the day the Teen Howler goes out is Thursdays.

The events before the italicized date, happened at various points during the week before school started. They are NOT in chronological order.

For those of you who need some help:

T.H. = Teen Howler

H.H. = Hogwarts Howler

Disclaimer: I can't claim anything but the plot details, and some fantastic lime green stilettos. =P

After the two had their late-night encounter, they didn't really speak much. It wasn't because they were now shy or embarrassed about what had happened, far from it actually. It was simply because they no longer had the time for anything other than mischievous smirks and raised eyebrows.

After that night, things got hectic for the paper. They had two Hogwarts Howler editions to publish as well as the regular edition of the Howler. Though Ginny's official job was finished, Blaise and Pansy had her running about doing various jobs in order to get everything out on time. What was more difficult was whatever job they had her do, someone else would yell at her for being in the way. Little did those individuals know, was that Ginny, though unofficially, was as much in charge as the original four owners. Well, two and two halves owners, but that was irrelevant. For every problem with a person Ginny encountered, her temper would flare and she'd get her work done her way, much to those watching's amusement. It only took three times and a public announcement from Ginny and a thoroughly amused Blaise before everyone learned to stay out of her way, and that she was far more important than any other 'regular' staff.

Once the Teen Howler was sent out on Thursday, things became less hectic. Those who normally worked on the T.H. could now help with both editions of the H.H. This freed up a substantial amount of Ginny's time, but not Draco's. Ginny's free time however was still somewhat limited as she still had assignments to do and she had yet to unpack.

Blaise, no longer having access to his muggle gadgets, became distressed especially when Ginny wasn't in vocal range of him. It actually took him yelling at poor Colin while an amused Draco and Pansy watched, and ordering him to "Open the BLOODY Gryffindor Portrait!" as he was Slytherin. It took a slightly scared Colin to remind him that there were no passwords for these particular portraits. Blaise became further distressed and yelled "THEN WHY IN THE BLOODY HELL WONT IT OPEN?!" Draco and Pansy looked at each other and smirked. Draco said, before locking himself in his office, his smirk never fading, "I put a temporary sticking charm on it." Blaise scowled and said the counter curse. He marched through the tower not even bothering to admire and denounce the room, attempted to climb the stairs, falling flat on his face, cast a freezing charm only known by dark wizards, courtesy of Blaise's mother, opened the 6th year door and dragged a protesting Ginny into the new H.Q.

Draco now out of his office once he was sure Blaise had gone through the Gryffindor portrait, smirked even broader at the sight. Blaise was so lost in his thoughts, and distressed about his lack of gadgets, that he didn't realize he had pulled a soaking wet and barely toweled Ginny. When he turned to look at her he was slightly confused but didn't get to process such thoughts as she smacked his face with a large CRACK! She proceeded to tell him that just because he had seen her on numerous occasions in this position, didn't mean the whole bloody castle had to as well. She also told him that she deserved a bloody break as she had been doing work that wasn't even hers, and that she needed a bloody shower and if she wanted a bloody shower she would take one. With that she turned on her heal and went to her portrait before saying, "I know most of you are absolutely randy, as you haven't been able to wank your various others, but if you could please stop staring at my body and do your bloody work that would be fantastic. And Malfoy, STOP TRYING TO UNDRESS ME WITH YOUR EYES AND SPELL MY TOWEL OPEN."

As she slammed the portrait door, Blaise turned to his now slightly saddened and amused friend and said with a knowing look on his face, "It's charmed to stay that way, when the twins noticed what a lovely lady their sister was, they decided to make a special towel so that only she could take it off and no boy could spell it open. When they knew I or any male was coming over, they gave it to her. You can imagine my disappointment, when I discovered this at one of my visits to The Burrow." Draco shook his head and walked back to his office as Blaise decided he needed another way to keep track of his staff. With a "Granger!" multiple rolls of eyes, arguments, yelling and a visit to Dumbledore, a solution was found.

Much like the galleons that were used in the D.A. two years prior, the Howler Notice was a black coin with silver trimming. It was double sided, one side would flash gold, meaning urgency, and the other side would flash bronze with notices and messages that could be stored. Because it was a coin and messages needed to be sent, with a simple password personalized to each person, the messages would be relayed on a piece of parchment for easy storage and visibility. As for the gold side, it was a little different. With a different, yet still personalized password, a button would form, once the button was pressed, the voice of the sender would be heard and the message relayed, much like a muggle answering machine or voicemail. It was also decided for security, that each coin would be around the person's neck like a necklace with a spell that ensured that only the wearer could take it off. This necklace would be the access 'code' to get into H.Q. from the main entrance.

It was also decided that three coins per house would be outside the entranceway. The main color of each house would get them into the door after they put the coin into a slot. The color coin would pop up in another slot on Pansy's desk. She would then speak through the portable floo on her desk and ask what the visitor wanted. If she found the answer satisfactory, she would send the second color of the house through the slot. Then the visitor could walk through the ward and hand Pansy the coin in order to carry on their business. She would put both coins through the return spot and they would go back to their original location. The convenient part was only those in that house would be able to enter with their colors, even if they lied. The heads of house had a coin of both of their colors and could get through both doors without wait. Dumbledore had an all black coin that would flash silver and purple, which meant he could send and receive messages as well as have access to the room. The other teachers could pick up a silver and purple coin at the door. It would only turn silver after Pansy confirmed it was a teacher. Other guests could pick up a purple and gold coin that would do the same.

The day the students arrived, few were surprised at the addition of the newspaper, as most of them had read the announcement in the Teen Howler. They made it through Dumbledore's announcements, and the sorting simply by occupying themselves in the H.H. They read various announcements from teachers, and skipped over Filch's six paged, fine printed list of banned items. As curfew was set and the students in their common rooms, the Howler staff entered the new H.Q. with their password necklaces through their common room entrances. Slightly alcoholic beverages were served with dessert and the group had a relaxation party before heading off to their dorms before classes started.

Monday September 1, 1997

Despite their late night, the staff was the first ones up the next morning. Waiting until the H.H. appeared with their breakfast at exactly 6:00 am; they chatted excitedly about what Blaise's silly article would say and anticipated the reactions of the other students as they all sat at the Slytherin table until the rest of the school arrived.

They looked at their timetables while they waited for it to turn six and as usual the Slytherins had Double Potions with the Gryffindors.

"That's right Freckle Face, you have classes with us this year," Said Draco with a smirk looking over her shoulder.

"That's right Ferret, think you can handle it?" retorted Ginny with a smirk of her own.

"I think I can manage somehow."

"Oi! You two shut your bloody mouths and read my article!" said a fully excited and smug Blaise.

The two looked down to see Blaise's article, front page, of course, and laughed. Somehow, they don't know how, but Colin had gotten a picture of Snape and his billowing cloak.

Billowing Cloaks: Exposé, Inquiries and Speculation on Severus Snape

By, Blaise Zabini

(The more dashing, dark haired Slytherin Prince, not the pasty pointy faced one.)

The man who made the word dunderhead popular, who constantly sends chills up your spine, and criticizes every potion despite its perfection. (Which by the way, I am still quite bitter about; the Draught of Living Death was a perfect shade of the palest pink!) All of these thoughts come to mind when his Dunder-highness is mentioned, none of them surprise us, however one remains a mystery.

The one quality even I have yet to figure out is his uncanny ability to make his robes billow. How does he do it you ask? I haven't a bloody clue. I have come up with millions upon millions of theories.

My first thought was he practiced in the mirror, however after practicing every night from the time I was eight when I first saw him at one of my mother's oh so spectacular (chokes himself) dinner parties, until my fourth year when I decided that there was no possible way that he makes his cloak billow by just practice. I still try and can't make it billow after all these years.

I have tried cloaks of all materials, including an exact replica of the robe he wears. I know it is the exact material because I cut a swatch of it in the middle of my fourth year. (Yes Uncle Sevie that was me! Oi, you lot, don't call him that, he's the godfather/uncle of yours truly and the pointy pasty one. That and I'm sure he'll fail you even if your Draught of Living Death is exactly the shade it's supposed to be. Or he'll kill you.)

I have even done height charms to replicate his height and the billow still eludes me. Does he have extra bits that are inhuman that aide in the billowing? Does he charm his robes to do such billowing? Did he create a mass charm so that no one else can billow their robes? Does his pointy nose aide with the aerodynamics and prevent the exact amount of air? Does his long stringy hair create a similar effect? Is it all of these combined?

I'm not exactly sure, but I am defiantly going to have Tonks experiment with me as she is a metamorphmagus. However, that might be a problem if he has extra bits…

If anyone has information on the mystery of the billowing robes and cloaks of my Uncle Sevie, Professor Snape to you lot, please feel free to owl me or visit me at the Hogwarts and Teen Howler Headquarters. Pansy will let you in. I am serious. I want to know, and Uncle Sevie has been adamantly refusing to aide me in my quest for truth. So owl or floo, I don't really care, just get me info.

Maybe I'll publish this in the Teen Howler too so that people all over the world can help, hmm…

"Oi!" shouted Draco from across the table, three seats away from Blaise, "I believe the terms are fair and aristocratic, oh dashing dunder-pants!"

Blaise merely smirked and waved him off. Draco rolled his eyes before noticing that people were entering. It was no one that would cause a fit, but enough of a caution that everyone went to their respective tables except Ginny, and Blaise and Pansy who moved down across from the two. Theo and Millie also moved down but stayed in their own conversation.

Honestly, the five Slytherins didn't even recognize that a Weasley was at their table and that Weasleys were blood trading filth. The just sat having a conversation with Ginny, the spitfire and entertainment of the Howler, friend, flirt and/or acquaintance to them. It wasn't until Avery sneered in her direction and said, "What in the bloody hell is the she-weasel, blood trading filth doing sitting at our table?"

The six raised their eyebrows, while Blaise looked ready to murder. The two Slytherin Princes and the Princess all opened their mouth to retort, but it was Ginny who beat them to it.

"Well Avery, I was sitting here, eating breakfast and having a nice chat with various people at the table occasionally giving them mind blowing orgasms to keep them from realizing that I am a filthy little Weasley because I needed information to feed to Harry so he could continue his next adventure on saving the world, but you caught me. Whatever am I going to do?"

The five Slytherins that were initially sitting at the table raised their eyebrows and smirked in amusement while the other Slytherins that had arrived with Avery couldn't even keep the shock from their usually emotionally masked faces. As Avery went to retort, it was Snape who spoke first as he had been standing behind Ginny as she went on her sarcastic rant. "Well Miss Weasley, you are just going to have to make sure you give Mr. Avery and his friends the same treatment if you want to help make Potter's next mission a success." Everyone's jaw except Ginny's dropped in shock.

Then before anyone could recover, Ron came up to the Slytherin table with Harry lagging behind as if he really didn't want to be apart of it. "GINERVA MOLLY WEASLEY, WHAT IS IT YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!"

"Well Mr. Weasley, if you had come a moment earlier, you would have heard Miss. Weasley tell Mr. Avery here, that she was giving mind blowing orgasms to her fellow Slytherin co-workers so that she could pump information from them to give to Potter so he could complete his next Save The World mission."

"Wh- She- You- Mind- Or- Harry, YOU ARE SAVING THE WORLD AGAIN AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?!"

Snape, Ginny and the Slytherin royalty rolled their eyes, while Harry widened his eyes and looked incredulously from Snape to Ron sputtering trying to comprehend the daftness of his best friend. "Mr. Weasley, I suggest you stop you yelling and return to your table. Miss. Weasley, do try to control your corruption of my students. I would like their brains in tact for potions. For once I would rather not have a cauldron blow up on the first day. Not everyone has your knack for potion making. "

Ginny gave a mock salute and said, "Will do professor, I'll try to revert their brains back to their original cunning Slytherin-ness"

Snape rolled his eyes and said wryly, "Please do, Longbottom is still in this morning's class, and my Slytherins need to have their full wits." With that he walked away leaving the entire group of Slytherins in shock, not only because Snape carried on a conversation with a Weasley, but joked, complimented and aided one in the same time span.

They all turned to Ginny and started "How-" but before they could complete a sentence, she picked up an apple, bit into it, waved and said, "toodles!" and skipped out of the Great Hall.

It was definitely going to be one hell of a year.