Disclaimer: I do not own Tonks... or the Hog's Head, or the Dark mark... you get the idea

Nympadora Tonks sat on a bar stool at the Hog's Head, drinking a firewiskey and watching the dangerous looking crowd. From the outside, it was impossible to tell the woman on the bar stoolwasNympadora Tonks. She had long platinum blond hair that waved over her bare shoulders, a pointed, chiseled Veela face, and wore a revealing silver dress. From the outside she looked something like a rather high-class whore. From the inside she looked more like a library of random knowledge that had been hit by a very erratic, Technicolor hurricane.

She crossed her legs.

God I hate dresses.

A man in a black, hooded robe was watching her from the corner. He'd been watching her for a very long time. There was no way to be sure he was whom Tonks was there for, but something told her he was. Only two days ago the Ministry had received reports of a man visiting the Hogshead seeking female companionship. He'd been coming for months but had just two days passed killed one of the Hogshead regular girls in the lavatory, and her dying words had been "dark mark."

So the report found it's way to Tonks who was very well known for her skill with disguise, and who's job it was to uncover death eaters. If this man had a dark mark anywhere on his body, it was imperative that she find it.

This is blatant sexism. The one woman on their staff...

She re-crossed her legs, unable to get comfortable, and tried to move her hand to flip her hair over a shoulder casually, but accidentally knocked over her drink, breaking the bottle and spilling whiskey everywhere.

The gray old bartender grumbled at her as he cleaned the mess.

As the broken glass was gone and a replacement drink was brought, Tonks noticed the man had stood from his table, and was walking towards her.

I see, she laughed to herself, when the lady knocks over her bottle she's drunk enough to ask.

She tried to look as sexy as she could, folding her hands in her lap, causing already magically exaggerated cleavage to bulge from her dress.

"New here?" the man asked, sitting beside her.

She didn't answer, tossing her hair, and looking straight past him.

He ordered a drink, and stared at her, his face still hidden.

After a very long time, getting nervousshe said, "looking for a good time?"

She could have sworn she almost saw his lips curl into a smile.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Dirty bastard.

He helped her from her stool, and she led him toward the stairway leading up to a private room she'd already secured.

They were to the first landing when something large, heavy and black fell from Tonks' skirt.

"Wha's that?" the man asked stooping to pick it up. Tonks hurried to get to it before him, but he was already there. He held up a thick leather wallet, and raised an unseen eyebrow.

"Just my wallet," Tonks replied attempting to take it from his hand.

"Doesn't look like a lady's wallet," he retorted.

"I'm no lady," she said, attempting to be seductive.

He laughed, "good. I like 'em a little dirty,"

ew

He reached out to hand the wallet back, but as he did so it flopped open revealing Tonk's Ministry of Magic distributed, certified Auror's license, and looking up at her was herself, with a ridiculous smile on her face, and enormous, anime-orange hair exploding from her head.

Dammit.