Ron Weasley Proves Himself Wrong
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starfishstarRON WEASLEY PROVES HIMSELF WRONG
Summary: Written for the Stocking Filler Exchange at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rt_morelove, for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gilpin25’s prompt: "Listen, no bloke in his right mind's going to fancy Tonks when Fleur's around." (Ron, HBP, Ch.5)
Characters: Tonks, Ron and Fleur
Words: 100 exactly
Notes: Dear reader, you’re going to have to squint at the timeline a bit with me here. Let’s imagine there’s a time at the start of HPB that’s after Fleur arrives at the Burrow and Ron says the bit above, but before Tonks gets too depressed to change her appearance, even though we know that’s not exactly the order in which things happened…
Also, hey, I wrote my first drabble!
Story:
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?”
Summary: Written for the Stocking Filler Exchange at
rt_morelove, for gilpin25’s prompt: "Listen, no bloke in his right mind's going to fancy Tonks when Fleur's around." (Ron, HBP, Ch.5)Characters: Tonks, Ron and Fleur
Words: 100 exactly
Notes: Dear reader, you’re going to have to squint at the timeline a bit with me here. Let’s imagine there’s a time at the start of HPB that’s after Fleur arrives at the Burrow and Ron says the bit above, but before Tonks gets too depressed to change her appearance, even though we know that’s not exactly the order in which things happened…
Also, hey, I wrote my first drabble!
Story:
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?”
