In the morning everyone in the Granger household was in a good mood.
Neil and Melinda Granger left together for work at eight o' clock, leaving Harry and Hermione in the house, to tidy up for Ron's arrival at eleven.
Hermione poured them both coffees to wake themselves up for the cleaning; so then it took just less than an hour with both of them working in each room.
They lay back on the armchairs in the living room, leaning against the soft cushions.
Now the caffeine had worn off, Hermione suggested to Harry they go on her laptop.
Harry, who had never been on a computer before, as the Dursleys had never allowed him, got confused when Hermione asked him to login for her. "All you do," she explained, "is use the mouse, and see the arrow on the screen there? – click on this symbol, and use the keyboard letters to type in my password 'unicorn'. Then you press enter on the keyboard and just let it load up."
"Ok." Said Harry, following her instructions. "All done."
"Brilliant!" Hermione replied brightly. "Let's go on the internet!"
"I never knew the net could be so… complicated."
"It's not complicated," Hermione laughed. "It gets easier."
"Oh really?" said Harry. "How long does it take to learn more about other programs and sites?"
"It depends how often you go on the computer and where you go." She answered. "I could teach you if you like, but just the basics for now because even though I know a lot about them, I don't know as much as the Muggles after all our time away at school."
"That would be great!" Harry said happily. "And you have the rest of the summer to show me."
"Do you think… do you think I should teach Ron too?" Hermione asked hesitantly. "As he doesn't have a computer and the only time he'll ever go on one is when he's round here." She ended quickly.
"You're forgetting it's the same case with me Hermione." Harry told her. "I don't have a computer because Dudley's such a selfish pig he can't even share."
"Sorry." Said Hermione, looking down at the floor. "I didn't think."
"It's alright;" he assured her. "It doesn't matter."
"But I - "
"Hey!" he interrupted. "What did I just say?"
"It doesn't matter." Hermione mumbled.
"That's a girl." Said Harry. "We should be expecting Ron soon." He announced looking at his watch. Soon enough a minute later a voice from downstairs called out: "HEY! SOME HELP HERE PLEASE?"
Harry and Hermione ran down the stairs, and catching sight of him, "Ron!" they both yelled. Harry helped Ron with his trunk, which was surprisingly heavy, and Hermione embraced Ron in another hug. She stood back and saw his hand was bandaged. "What did you do to your hand?" she asked.
"Oh, I cut myself. It was an accident. Don't worry about it." He said quickly.
Hermione and Harry looked at him suspiciously, noting his voice was slightly higher than yesterday. "Honestly, it's nothing." He told them, putting his hand away in his pocket.
"It doesn't look like nothing." Said Harry, who had been oddly quiet.
"I said just leave it!" he snapped.
Hermione stepped back and stared at both of them. "What the hell's got into you?" she demanded. "What's going on?"
"Nothing!" said Harry and Ron together.
"Well it doesn't sound like it!" she stormed towards the kitchen. "Welcome to my house by the way." She shot at Ron, and she slammed the door behind her.
"What's up with her?" asked Harry, and Ron shook his head in reply.