Draco's lounging by the lake, sleeves rolled, head tilted back as the sunlight catches his hair like spun silver. Blaise is in the hammock nearby, flipping through a book he's definitely not reading. Mattheo and Theo are trying to get a fire going with nothing but dry sticks and sheer ego, and it's not going well.

"You're doing it wrong," Enzo laughs, stealing one of the sticks and snapping it in half.

"Says the boy who couldn't even enchant a kettle last week," Theo fires back.

Regulus leans against a tree, arms crossed, a rare smile tugging at his lips as he watches the chaos unfold. You sit beside him, knees brushing, a lemonade in your hand, the kind of warmth settling between your ribs that only comes from knowing this moment won't last forever. Because it won't. They don't talk about what's coming-what's already been promised.

The Mark. The loyalty. The price.

But for now, it's just late-night bonfires, stolen glances, messy dares and laughter that shakes the stars. Mattheo sneaks you into the greenhouse at midnight to kiss you under moonlight. Draco takes your hand like it's the most natural thing in the world. Blaise teaches you how to cheat at wizard chess, and Regulus lets you win without saying so. Enzo sings off. key with Theo as they spin around barefoot in the grass.

It's freedom disguised as rebellion. And love dressed up as denial.

Because this is their last summer of not knowing what it will cost. The last time their arms are bare, their futures unwritten.

Later, they'll be branded. Changed. Haunted. But now? They're just the guys-beautiful, reckless, yours.