Hermione stood up and came around the other side of the table to wrap her arms around Neville's shoulder and pull him into her chest, resting her head on top of his. "I'm sorry Neville." She squeezed him tight, "It's okay, I'm here for you, you can cry if you need to."
She sounded like an idiot, but it was all she could think to say. She felt awful that he had already spent so much time alone with only his grief. She should have come over sooner. Chastising herself inwardly, she pet his hair and rocked them, making soothing sounds.