Black Lies

Her eyes were black, not soulless nor lifeless. Instead, they were like two pristine stones of onyx that lit up with a purple flare when touched by candlelight. But, he couldn't say they were beautiful — he didn't have the heart to admit it. She was smiling at him, and he wanted to smile back, but he could see Hermione in the corner of his eye — staring, watching, wondering.