Hermione
Within three weeks, I had only found seven more runes, the book was massive, and organized in no way I had seen before, perhaps enchanted to shuffle, and Ginny had solved four more riddles, only two of her letter choices having worked: one B and three I's. My runes in order were:
Delight
Rapture
Affection
Crush
Outstanding
Magical
Appreciated
Luscious
Flame
Every time I re-read the list, I felt happier. Draco and I had been very nice to each other, and we had been sharing dinner in our common room, becoming friends. Harry had yet to return from St. Mungo's. I had given Ron a chance, but he had instantly assumed that I wanted us to be back together. I hadn't spoken to him since. Draco sat next to me in the common room after our shared dinner in the dining room as I searched the book Angel had given me, searching for the tenth rune, Draco poked my shoulder. I turned to him, and he waved his hand.
"You just missed it. One page back." I turned back the page, which had been stuck to another page. I scanned the book and quickly found the missing rune. One and only. I sped through the book and found the final rune. Yearned for. I shouted and jumped up and down. I read through the entire list of translations, and realized the puzzle. The puzzle took the first letters of each translation. I slowly wrote on my paper: D-R-A-C-O-M-A-L-F-O-Y. I turned to Draco, and saw him as his true self for the first time. White wings unfurling from his back, eyes changing from slate gray to electric blue. He had somehow lost his shirt while I solved, leaving his black slacks and shiny black shoes. Slowly, I reached out to him, and touched his wing. It was smooth to the touch, and cool as a soft spring breeze. I slowly moved closer to him, feeling his wing with one hand, and his arm with the other. His eyes were so enchanting. My favorite color. Within moments I was pressed against his chest, his arms around me, the scent of spearmint toothpaste filling my nostrils. His face was buried in my hair, breathing deeply. My eyes began to droop, heavy, and within moments I was asleep.
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