Tonks glared at the blond man with the slicked back hair which shone because of the massive amounts of oil he had worked into over his morning four hour grooming routine. He was one of those people that rarely smiled, but even if he did the gleaming white teeth his chap-sticked lips would reveal would blind you, that wasn't it, he was a smirker. One of those annoyingly confident people that very rarely was ever rejected or denied. Tonks however was trying increasingly hard to wipe her ex boyfriends smirk of his heterosexual close shaved and moisturised face.

"Tonks, baby, honey, sweetheart. Don't deny we had fun together. What are you doing in that ridiculous get-up?" He set forth his perfectly manicured figures to clasp her hand, but not before he ran his fingers gingerly through her brown locks. "Common, I can barely see the real you under there." Tonks didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but she knew the longer she stayed in her disguise the longer he would have to make fun of her new look.

She shook her brown hair lightly as the colour faded to a honey blonde, her nose lengthened and her eyes transformed to a lovely shade of blue/green. Her tattoos slowly appeared the rose and hearts on her lower back and the angel on her right shoulder re-appeared for the first time that year. He smiled; she hated it when he smiled. It was a self satisfying smile, he gave her an up and down and frowned.

"Too bad your powers don't change your clothes. I for one was a BIG BIG fan of your leather hip huggers." She glared at him, she'd like to believe she'd left that alter ego of hers behind, that messed up, chain smoking, borderline alcoholic behaviour was now a thing of the past, it was people like Max that kept bringing her back.

She surprisingly didn't miss her old life, being an assassin was so detached. Although the initial idea of being a bodyguard was lost to her on a career level, but she liked the feeling of belonging despite her demotion to the status of bodyguard and modest clothing she was starting to enjoy her new life. She didn't miss the constant hooting from drunken men that smelt of expensive aftershave and tobacco, who thought roses and diamonds, would make everything ok and who never stayed for eggs in the morning. She didn't miss the burn of eyes as their whispered words judging her 'assets' through the corner of their eyes. Max was one of those men, inevitably the kind of guy you'll live to regret, although her new love life ambitions hadn't ended up so well either.

"Look, stop screwing with me. What the hell do you want from me? I'm doing my job, I'm keeping in line, not one of them know anything about the previous me, or so to speak my lifestyle. You brought me here, you keep calling me – I" He brought his hand up to interrupt her.

"Could it be because I wanted to see you Nyphadora? Could it be perhaps because I missed you? Perhaps I still feel for you?" He raised an eyebrow and began to circle Tonks. She shivered, she didn't realise until then but he was perusing her. But standing up to a powerful, well connected and exceedingly wealthy ex boyfriend was one thing. It was quite another when he was your boss. She felt her blood run cold, she didn't like this. Normally if it had been any other of her ex mistakes she would simply give them a good kick in the gonads and that would be the end of it, but unfortunately for her, she didn't want to go pissing off Max, he was the kind of guy that has many favours to call in at any time from basically anyone.

"Look, I need to get back, Harry isn't safe without me there and we both know it. For a kid who is going to save all magical kind he sure has acquired some serious enemies. So err, you know, if you need me for work related stuff your people can call my people or my people can call your people and they'll sip lattes but um, we can't do this. I can't do this. Not again, not with you, not with anyone like you." She backed away from him slowly. Now he was frowning. She didn't want to piss this guy off; she just wanted him to back off so she could do her job. She realised as he took another threatening step towards her that he was going to take at least one more shot.

"I can't help but that this would be more fun if we were naked, and possibly wet. I'm not talking soaking but just enough to make it interesting," Max drawled, his hand reached out to caress her hip. She slapped it away. Her patience was wearing thin.

"I said NO! Ok No!" She inhaled deeply. She quickly turned away and walked down the dark alleyway as fast as her combat boots could take her. Her hair faded back to her now darker until she was once again the pleasantly plain, slightly kooky Tonk's again. Unfortunately not everyone saw her transition from person to person as easy as she did.

Max glared at his ex girlfriend who despite her obvious objection to rekindling their relationship expressed in her move to walk away from him was still appealing as a possible future partner. He could sense her fear. He smiled, those fears were well founded.

His faithful grey owl landed on his shoulder, he quickly scrawled a note to the new Minister of Magic. He was sure he'd be thankful for the anonymous tip that the girl guarding the great Harry Potter was an ex assassin, pot head and very in her less sober moments highly promiscuous.

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