Hermione slightly pulled away from Y/N with a smile as they looked into each other's eyes, both having a shimmer of happiness in them. They both giggled at each other with their foreheads pressed together as Hermione pecked Y/N's lips once more.
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The two cousins made their way up the old, rickety staircase of 12 Grimmauld Place. Neither said a word as they climbed each step, a creaking noise coming with every step they took.
Y/N's eyes scanned the dark, black atmosphere around her, the place looking deathly depressed as the only colors she saw were those of black, gray, and the occasional brown. Her fingers felt the cold wooden surface of the railings that lead up the staircase, the feeling of the object beneath her making her ponder in thought.
Harry stayed silent as the two climbed the stairs, a voice catching them off guard for a bit. Y/N and Harry both turned to each other with a quizzical look as they slowly climbed another step, the figure of what seemed to be a house elf making its way into their sight.
"If my poor mistress knew the scum they let into her house," it said hoarsely, unaware that the two were approaching it from behind. "What would she say to old Kreacher?"
Y/N slowly stepped up once more to another step, the house elf now clear in sight as she and Harry watched it curiously.
"Oh, the shame."
The house elf stopped talking to itself as it heard a noise, quickly turning to see Y/N and Harry looking at it amused. It looked sad, angry, depressed, it's face slumped and sagging.
Y/N quirked an eyebrow up at it, the house elf closing the cabinet door it was rummaging through and grasping the wooden box next to it, dragging it along as it walked towards Y/N and Harry.
Harry grabbed Y/N's arm gently, tugging her to continue ascending up the staircase. She looked at Harry before turning back to the creature in front of her, eyeing it for a few moments before following Harry up another house of stairs.
The house elf looked at the two before turning back, taking out a cloth as it started to wipe down the frame of a a painting, still mumbling to itself.
"Freaks. There, there, mistress. Scum of the earth. Not like it was in the days of my fathers. Kreacher is here."
Y/N and Harry watched from a step as the house elf started to clean the painting, almost like it was talking to its master. Y/N turned back to Harry, both looking at each other curiously before starting to climb the stairs once more.
As soon as they had turned the corner down a hall, Harry turned to her. "Well, someone doesn't seem too happy."
Y/N snickered at his words as they walked down a dark hallway, going towards the room Mrs. Weasley had instructed them to. Y/N and Harry approached the door, the black wooden material standing in front of them.
