The bar was its normal, crowded loud self for a Saturday night, and as much as they were lucky to get a table, hearing each other was difficult. Ron had been focusing on talking to Hermione and hearing her answer. He had been drawn to touching her, as much as she would allow in public. He found himself drawn to his girl; touching her made him want to touch her more.
They barely noticed the commotion at the bar, and once Ginny had picked the table in the back, they couldn't even see most of the people at the bar. That was how Ron had missed the first glimpse of the tell-tale pink; his back was to the door, letting Ginny and Hermione have those seats that faced the door, as much as it normally made him feel odd.
He stood, realizing he'd have to wait forever for a drink if he didn't order it from the bar. Turning to walk over, he watched as a group of people where laughing loudly and drawn to the fun, he moved to the bar next to them, to order. But he froze as he saw the woman the men were pulling up from the floor, her hair as bright pink as one of pygmy puffs he had back at the shop.
He moved to help her up, grabbing her hand to make sure she was real, "Tonks?! It IS you! Tonks!"
He held her hand, and ignoring the two guys, reached in and gave her a huge hug.