Ron clattered into the kitchen for a snack, and stopped dead. "Tonks?"

The Order's youngest member stood there in a midnight blue evening gown, her hair a deep chestnut brown piled high, a few wisps accentuating her heart-shaped face.

"Wotcher, Ron. Just stopped by to ask Molly's advice, it's this autumn ball thing at the Ministry – oh, drat…" She tugged impatiently at a wayward bit of flowing fabric.

Ron had never realised Tonks had… shoulders. And nice arms. And… nice other things.

Distantly, he heard Bill's girlfriend behind him, saying, "Ron, you are in ze way, may I pass? Ron?"