Both Harry and Kreacher seemed surprised at the interjection; Harry to see Draco keep his cool faced with all of this, and Kreacher with blind adoration.<br/>“Yes, Master,” he sniffled, and with that, Kreacher apparated out of Harry’s grip; the crack of the apparation repeated itself somewhere in the depths of the house, and in the quiet of Harry’s startled disorientation, the grumble of the house elf praising Draco’s arrival was heard through the stairwells from the kitchen below them.<br/>Harry nearly sobbed a laugh himself, feeling like the entire situation had knocked him off his feet.<br/>“So I guess we’re having tea,” he fumbled, a good-humoured little smile pulling at his lips. Though the invitation had always been for<span style="font-style: italic">tea</span>, Harry hadn’t actually expected it, and it showed on his expression. “Did he let you in?”