Hermione smiled up at him.  When he was angry his grey eyes sparkled, and it made him even more handsome than usual.  He’d carried her out of a Greg Goyle’s party as she’d tipped her head back and laughed with delight at how shocked he was he could be tricked and trapped and wound around her finger the way he'd wrapped his pretty, pretty diamonds around her wrist.  She picked up her wrist now and looked at them.  They were shiny, like his eyes.