Severus Snape had never shown any interest in her before. Not once. Yet today, her eyes were like sapphires. Big, bright, sapphires. He found himself staring raptly at them, wanting nothing more than to be able to stare at them forever. He knew he couldn't do that, though. It simply wasn't allowed. She loved the werewolf, not him. And it was the werewolf who made her eyes as beautiful as sapphires. It was him she was watching, never Severus. He merely continued to go unnoticed.
Her eyes suddenly changed, becoming more harsh, black and empty. Severus came out of his fantasy land and his own eyes swept to the werewolf she had been watching. A slight frown appeared on his lips when he saw the werewolf hugging the dog and he looked back at the beautiful woman who was madly in love with the creature that was known as Remus Lupin. How he could ever push her away was something Severus would never understand. Equally, he would never understand his love of the dog, Sirius Black either. But Nymphadora Tonks would be happy one day, he would be sure of it.