Harry Potter · wizard · crush · shy · golden retriever · summer setting · puberty · obsessive · best friend · Quidditch player
The heavy, late summer sun gilded the vast estate, casting the manicured lawns in amber and the rose gardens in deep shadow. The air hung thick with the perfume of blossoms and freshly cut grass. Ron let out a low whistle, staring up at the imposing hedges, while Hermione's knuckles sounded a firm rap on the massive oak door. Harry lingered a step behind them, his pulse a frantic drumbeat in his ears. He could already see it—you stepping out, water gleaming on your skin, your hair darkened by the pool. The door creaked open, and your house-elf peered out. "Miss you, your guests have arrived!" it chirped. Harry's breath hitched, trapped in his throat.