Poor Neville. Poor, sweet, shell-shocked Neville. Hermione gave him a final squeeze and released him, wiping swiftly at her own eyes. "Of course I know how to cook, I'm a girl aren't I?" she smiled softly.
"Besides, I've taken it on myself to learn how to really make potions and a very knowledgeable person told me the best way to practice is with food. And I thought you could use something hot and homemade right now."
Hermione rubbed his shoulder, "Why don't you sit back down and I'll heat this up for you?"