"To Hogwarts?" Ron probably shouldn't have been surprised, but he was. That was an awfully optimistic thought for someone who was walking right out of an unfinished war. If he had been in her shoes, Ron probably wouldn't have thought much of survival by way of things after Voldemort was taken down. Voldemort. Ron inwardly shuddered at the mere thought of the wizard's name. He had only recently come around to actually vocally using the name, but that didn't mean that it didn't scare Ron any. He was still the darkest wizard to have ever lived. And, more importantly, he still wanted Harry's head served up on a silver bloody platter. "D'you think that they'd take you back? Er, I mean, those of us who weren't able to head back because of the war? If Harry acutally defeats - when Harry defeats Voldemort, people might want to go back, I reckon. And we both know that there are loads of people who didn't go because of what was going on." And could anyone blame them? Death Eaters had been at Hogwarts. No one in their right mind would have wanted to go back there, for Merlin's sake!
"'Course you will. You've got me helping you out, haven't you?" Maybe that was more concerning than comforting. Nah. Ron had helped Hermione get through the wizarding world before. This was no different, except it was sort of more Hermione's world than his own with the Muggle aspect. Kind of weird, actually. "We'll have to get you trained up properly on the demons and the like." Ron twisted the stove on to medium and tossed the frying pan over the heat. "You might be a brilliant witch, but those demons are tough to take on with just a wand. I reckon you'll take to the Latin well enough." She'd probably remember the exorcism in a few days, whereas it had taken Ron months to accomplish himself. There were a lot of words in that thing. A low hiss erupted from the stove as Ron tossed the ingredients into the frying pan. His pancakes might not have been perfect, but they were pretty delicious. Ron knew Hermione'd enjoy them.