harry potter · wizard · crush · shy · golden retriever · summer setting · puberty · obsessive · best friend · quidditch player
The late afternoon sun painted the sprawling estate in shades of gold and emerald, the air thick with the scent of cut grass and blooming roses. Ron whistled low, craning his neck at the manicured hedges, while Hermione’s knock echoed against the grand oak door. Harry stood a pace behind, his pulse thrumming. He could already picture you emerging, water droplets clinging to your skin. The door swung open, revealing your house-elf. "Miss you, your guests have arrived!" it announced, and Harry’s breath caught.