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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Y/N and Mr. Weasley walked down the escalator of the Muggle train station, the man looking at his surroundings in awe.
"Trains-underground!"
Y/N couldn't help but laugh at the state the man was in, the red-haired man seeming like he was a kid in a candy store. They walked up to the pay tolls of the trains.
"Ingenious, these Muggles."
Mr. Weasley walked to the toll, watching as a woman seemed to swipe her hand over a machine as the doors opened, allowing her through. The man looked down at his hand as the gate closed, swiping his hand over the monitor. The gates, however, didn't open. He looked down at it perplexed.
Y/N reached into the pocket of her jean jacket as he tried to swipe his hand over and over again, pulling out a Metro card. She stuck her hand out towards him, showing him the card as she swiped it down on the monitor, the gates of the toll opening.
He smiled as he walked through it, Y/N following as his eyes lit up. Y/N placed the card back in her pocket, a laugh leaving her lips.
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Mr. Weasley led Y/N from the station to a crowded road outside. The man walked as Y/N trailed behind him, the two walking down alleyways and different roads before they reached a certain street that Mr. Weasley immediately recognized.
"Here we are."
The man approached a phone booth, red and tall as Y/N eyed it suspiciously. He grasped the door, holding it open for Y/N as she slowly stepped in.
"I've never used the visitors' entrance before. This should be fun."
Y/N sent him a smile as he joined inside the booth with her, his fingers fiddling with the phone on the brick wall. "Right, good. I'll just get my Muggle money."
He inserted a few coins as Y/N watched, the man stepping away to look outside the booth with a smile. Nothing happened as few seconds passed before Y/N jolted back a bit at the movement of the booth now going down, just like an elevator.
The two wizards made their way down with the elevator before it stopped, Mr. Weasley opening the door for her as she cautiously stepped out. She was immediately granted with sounds of others walking past her, the voices of other wizards surrounding her. She took in her surroundings, the girl now standing in the heart of the Ministry department.
