Molly
Hermione can't sleep because of what was said at the meeting earlier. Harry and Ron don't understand that she is scared about Harry's fate. She gets out of bed and pads down the stairs to see the kitchen lights on. As she hears a pot bang into the sink, she lets out a sigh of relief seeing Molly still at work cleaning up at 1 a.m.
"You can come in, Hermione. I won't bite."
Hermione walks into the kitchen and sits down at the small table.
"Mrs. Weasley, why are you still up at this hour?" Molly hands her a glass of milk.
"I just finished cleaning up from dessert. I also just sent everyone else to bed. What about you, Hermione? What is troubling you?" Hermione raises an eyebrow. "You have to remember; I have seven children."
Hermione laughs and says, "Oh I do." She sighs, "I am worried about Harry and Ron. They are ready to fight like they are fully fledged members of the Order but I'm not ready to even entertain the idea of fighting."
Molly sits down across from Hermione and takes her hand. "In my experience, most men are like that. What we women can do is be the voice of reason in times of real stress. Educate yourself on spells & potions to keep them safe. Be the wisest mind, the quickest thinker & smartest fighter. I know you will protect them, no matter what they get into. I trust you to keep our boys safe…all of them."
Hermione is floored at Molly's admission. "Thank you, Molly. I needed to hear that." They hug and giggle a little bit. "Molly?"
"Yes dear?"
"There is something you can help me with. I want to learn how to cook."
Molly nods and they head off to bed to start the next morning.