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"I assume this meeting is for you to finally let me know what the next move is going to be?" Tonks walked into Dumbledore's office exasperated and exhausted from tirelessly preparing for her new role.

"Only if you have something to show me, Tonks. Only then," Dumbledore gave her a knowing look in return, moving from his pensieve where he had been standing when she walked in, to behind his desk, sinking into the high-backed chair there.

Tonks moved to the middle of his circular office and closed her eyes. She had been practicing so hard that it only took a few moments for her to change and she was confident that it was complete when her eyes fluttered open and she looked at him.

"Name?" Dumbledora asked, studying her, his eyes moving over her new features, carefully looking for any flaws.

"Alexandria."

"I have a surname for you, but we'll discuss that in a moment. Do you feel absolutely comfortable with this version of yourself?"

Tonks nodded. She had changed at least fifty times into this woman now. She had carefully thought about what she would look like and constantly checked to make sure nothing was varying. She studied exactly the way she felt in this new body so that it would come as second nature. She had never metamorphasized into the same person over and over like this and she had never before had to do it for hours. She knew this was the most important change she would ever be making and she wanted it to be perfect.

Tonks stood before Dumbledore as 'Alexandria', a woman she hoped would capture Lucius' attentions. She tried to keep a few things the same to ease the complicated nature of this transformation in some ways: her height, her shoe size, the length of her fingers, and her nose. But everything else was new. Instead of a pinkish-purple pixie, her hair was dark brown, nearly black, and fell to the tops of her breasts, stick straight. The under-most layers of her hair were a deep red color, very subtle, but striking and unique as it framed her face. She didn't want to blend into any crowd that Lucius would be a part of. Her eyes were now green, widened slightly, to make her look a bit more innocent, and her lips a bit plumper.

Normally, Tonks was curvier and liked that, but she had forced herself to be comfortable in this new, waify body. Her hips were much slimmer, as was her waist, her breasts now only mere handfuls instead of double that like they usually were. She wanted to evoke something delicate and aristocratic; sexy, but not too much so. Her arms and legs were now slim and less muscular and creamy pale instead of bruised and scarred from her Auror training. She had practiced speaking slower too, and walking more gracefully. Nothing could be left to chance.

"It's quite good. I am very impressed," Dumbledore broke into a small smile, "Now. The Malfoys are hosting a ball at their Manor this Saturday evening. I've already secured you a place. It isn't a private event, but since the large admission fee is donated to the 'charitable cause' of rebuilding some of the Knockturn Alley buildings after the recent fire, no one will be there that is unsympathetic to Voldemort.

"Should be easy enough," Tonks nodded, trying to affect her voice so it sounded just different enough from her normal rambling, excited speech, of which her cousin was also prone to.

"What happens at this party is for you to decide. The pace that you set with Lucius is entirely up to you, but I urge you to not take too long in getting him to trust you. You will be on the guest list as Ms. Tate. The Tates are a very old pureblood family that lived in Essex, but the family line supposedly stopped with Horatio Tate, who will be known as your father. Fortunately for us, Horatio and his wife recently died of dragonpox. They shied from Voldemort the first time, but as their daughter, who they have been hiding in France at Beauxbatons, you would like to prove your loyalty now," Dumbledore explained as she soaked in the details of her double life.

"I understand. Is there anything else I should know?" She tried to swallow down the lump forming in her throat from the reality of all of this, but couldn't.

"Tread carefully. Narcissa will be watching you when you get too close, and nothing about your body language can be that of a Black. She'll know. Be eager and inquisitive with Lucius, but never desperate. This is very important."

"I'll do everything I can. I won't let you, or Harry, or the Order down."

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"Darling, come undone for me…" Lucius Malfoy begged his wife, pressing his forehead against hers, pistoning his hips erratically, trying to hold onto the thread of control he has left. Her sharp scream right against his ear and the arching of her back up from the sweat-laced sheets made him clutch her hip bone, searching for something-anything to hold onto as his body shakes and his spills himself inside of her.

"Lucius," Narcissa sighed against his cheek, holding him close, not caring that the weight of his body was stifling. His breath comes in increasingly less frantic shudders and finally, he rolls off of her, "Can you let me be for a moment?"

It is a phrase he has come to know. Has come to learn what it means over the last few months. After giving her a kiss on the cheek, he gets out of the bed, not bothering to even put a robe on, as there is no one in the manor but the pair of them. He leaves their bedroom and walks across the dark hall to his study solely for the promise of the expensive firewhiskey in the glass decanter on his desk.

As he sips his vice and starts a fire in the fireplace with his wand, he thinks about his wife, his prick still wet from her. He's not worried-the summons to Voldemort are rare and he can entertain, dine in public, and enjoy the perks of his position at the Ministry without much interference or outward disdain from anyone else. But his wife is, about everything from their son, to when Voldemort will request their presence; to this ridiculous party she wanted to host this weekend. Every time after they have made love in recent months, she wants to be alone. She's constantly afraid that this happiness is going to leave them, and she's absolutely exhausted for hours after every round of fucking.

Well, we both aren't getting any younger, Lucius notes, taking another sip of his drink. He'd give anything for a little bit of youth. He sees it in the mirror in the morning-the fine lines around his eyes, all over, really. But Narcissa, although he loves her, isn't the same pureblood beauty she used to be. Her breasts are starting to sag and her cunt isn't the same, although he knows that's no fault but his own. He just wishes they could go back ten years.

As he finishes his drink and proceeds to slump into the leather chair in front of the fire, idly playing with his cock, stroking it back to life, he thinks it might not hurt to discreetly look for someone on the side. He hasn't had a mistress since Narcissa was pregnant with Draco when he had no time or desire to wait around nine months to have a decent fuck with her. But maybe, he wonders, it might be time to go down that path again.

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"You have a crush on him," Sirius stated matter-of-factly as he looked at his younger cousin sitting across from him in the den of Grimmauld. It was half past one in the morning and both are slightly pissed. She had wanted to go home after the Order meeting, with now only one day left before the Malfoy's ball to prepare, but decided that some time with her only sane family was a better deal.

"I bloody well do not," she blushed. Had she really made it that obvious? She wonders, but considering she had tuned out half the meeting in favor of looking at Remus' perfect five-o'clock shadow, he may have a valid point.

"He may be my best friend, but you are too good for him," Sirius said, reaching for the bottle of cheap mead siting between them and drinking straight from it. They had both forgone glasses hours ago.

"You keep saying these things like I care…" she tries to play it tough, but even after lifetimes of being only names to one another, he knows her better than most.

"You do. It's been all over your face all night. Thank Merlin he's naïve enough to not notice. You just need to get laid, that's all. It will work out of your system," he brushes it off and she wonders if he is right. Maybe fucking Lucius Malfoy won't be bad at all. It's been a hell of a long time since any guy touched her.

"You don't think there's a chance at all with him?" She leaned forward in her chair, everything in the room slightly blurry and her stomach warm.

"You could take off all of your clothes and stand naked in front of him and he probably still wouldn't notice. Bloke's in his own world right now. It's best you leave it be," Sirius advised, glassy-eyed. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to get broken-hearted that he cared about.

"I think I may go up, if that's okay…" she yawned, untucking her legs from under her and standing up.

"Had Kreacher make you up a room. Second door on the left, third floor," he nods, winking her a 'goodnight' before tucking in to finish the rest of the bottle. She stumbles up the creaky stairs, desperately holding onto the railing to not lose her footing and wake up the whole house.

"Shite, what the hell, Lumos" a bright light from the tip of a wand is blinding Tonks right after she ran into something hard, which she thought was a door and not a man.

"Remus?"

"Nymphadora?"

"I've told you how many times…" she grumbles at his use of her given name, but then realizes that she's inches away from the man she has a ridiculous crush on and he's in his boxers waving a light in her face, which is pissing her off, "Can you stop, I'm right fucking here…"

"Are you drunk?" He finally stops the spell and they plunge back into darkness, but he places a hand on her arm so she knows where she is. She feels dizzy and nervous and is secretly glad he is there to steady her.

"Sirius and I were downstairs getting pissed, I'm sorry if I woke you up," she apologizes, whispering, and she feels him shift his weight to the other foot, his palm slightly tightening on her upper arm.

"I couldn't sleep. I was just going downstairs to have some tea. Why don't I help you to your room?" His voice is tense and she feels almost like a teenager being caught out late and she mumbles 'yes'. In a second the light from his wand is guiding them up the last flight of stairs to where her room is and she's standing just a breath away from him, awkwardly trying not to sway now that she's really feeling how much she just drank.

"Erm, thank you Remus…"

"It was nothing," he takes his hand off of her and turns to go back down the stairs without another word. She leans against her door, watching the light from his wand fade away and then goes inside and throws herself on top of the comforter, groaning into it, before falling dead asleep.

A/N: Next comes this party! Thanks for reading!