Hermione hummed and nodded when Neville said his five-to-six out of ten mostly being worrying. She understood that. Hermione also worried a lot. She just tried very hard not to let it affect her. "Harry will be fine," she decided as if her words were somehow going to make it true. "Do you want me to make you some sleeping potions?" Hermione asked as she watched Neville proceed with the sandwiches. "Or, I'm sure we have a plant somewhere here that's ought to help with sleep," she added looking around as if the right pot was suddenly going to jump out at her. Hermione was sure that if there was a plant that would be good for sleeping, Neville knew exactly where it was. Probably had given it a name.
"Do the plants have names, Neville?" Hermione asked with a small frown. "Like human names, not plant names," she clarified. Hermione really wouldn't put it past Neville to have named all the plants in their house. And there were a lot of plants. Mostly Hermione just moved around them, ever so often moving some about to get places easier. She didn't mind, not really, if anything, Hermione thought that Neville plant obsession was rather endearing.