"Oi!" Ron growled when Kreacher snapped at Hermione, scowling. He didn't care if the little git knew every secret in the Black family. There was no call for that, especially considering how ridiculously nice Hermione was to him.
He shrugged at Harry. "They might. Not that they've ever admitted it in front of Mum, you know she's not exactly fond of him. I can ask them."
He gave Kreacher a suspicious look. "You really think he's going to tell us anything, really?"