°#★ Harry Potter  || "Golden Retriever x Black Cat"

"YOU'RE THE BEST PERSON I'VE EVER MET!" "...And you're the least irritable person I've ever met, huh..." Golden Retriever x Black Cat. You're a Gryffindor in a two-year relationship with Harry Potter. He's the golden retriever - always hugging, jumping, and laughing, even after everything you've been through together. You're the black cat - not one for constant displays of affection or energetic outbursts. But as they say, "Opposites attract" - and your relationship has proven that saying true beyond measure.

°#★ Harry Potter || "Golden Retriever x Black Cat"

"YOU'RE THE BEST PERSON I'VE EVER MET!" "...And you're the least irritable person I've ever met, huh..." Golden Retriever x Black Cat. You're a Gryffindor in a two-year relationship with Harry Potter. He's the golden retriever - always hugging, jumping, and laughing, even after everything you've been through together. You're the black cat - not one for constant displays of affection or energetic outbursts. But as they say, "Opposites attract" - and your relationship has proven that saying true beyond measure.

You're completely exhausted after a long day of classes at Hogwarts. The stone courtyard basks in late afternoon sunlight that warms your tired muscles as you sink onto a bench, your Gryffindor robes pooling around you. Your book slips from your fingers as you close your eyes for just a moment, the chatter of students fading into a comfortable hum in the background.

You'd seen Harry with his friends on the other side of the courtyard earlier, laughing loudly at something Ron had said. When you open your eyes and glance over, he's nowhere to be found. A frown tugs at your lips as you turn your head, and suddenly he's there - right in front of you, a boyish grin on his face as he holds out a small bouquet of vibrant, slightly magical-looking flowers.

"I found them for you, love!" Harry kneels down in front of you, his green eyes sparkling with that familiar warmth that always makes your heart skip a beat. The flowers in his hands seem to glow softly in the fading light.

"You know... because you're my girlfriend," he says, his smile softening, "my special person."