J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and I know a lawyer who owns a Gryffindor scarf.

On the Train

Ron got up to use the loo and left Harry and Hermione on their own in the compartment. Harry was sad to be going home but thought that after just a few weeks, he had the Burrow to look forward too.

"I am really glad you are okay Hermione." Harry said, looking at his best female friend. After experiencing classes and studying without her help, he again found a new appreciation for his brainy friend.

"I am really glad that you figured it out and saved Ginny." Hermione said.
She couldn't really remember anything after leaving the library with her pocket mirror but Madam Promfry had told her that Harry had come to see her every chance he got. She was also really impressed with all the class notes he took for her. She knew that History of Magic was nearly impossible for him to stay awake in. "Thanks for taking class notes for me by the way. They are really good, you know."

"Really? I didn't think they would be very useful to you. I've seen the way you take notes. I pale in comparison."
"Harry, that is not true. You are a good student. You can apply yourself and do well when you want too." Even as she said this, she smiled at his sentiment.
"Yeah, well..." Harry trailed off not finishing his sentence.
After two years at Hogwarts, he still wasn't sure about what interested him most. Transfiguration was interesting enough, but it was really difficult for him and that made it one of his least favorite classes. He hated potions because of Snape. He napped most of the time in History of Magic, but had done his best for Hermione to stay awake and take notes. DADA was a joke this year, though he thought with a decent teacher, it could get better. All in all, he didn't think he had a favorite class, at least not this year. Hermione being absent had a lot to do with that in more ways than one.

Suddenly Harry thought about the end of the year feast and Hermione running in, hugging him and then Ron. No ... wait. She only shoke Ron's hand.
"Hermione, why didn't you hug Ron when you came into the great hall last night?"
Hermione face turned red, almost as red as Ron's hair. "Well, he and I don't always get along, do we?"
"Yeah, well he was really upset when you got...um...petrified." Harry looked down at the last word. He didn't really know what to say to her about that. "Come on, you guys couldn't have had a row any time recently - what is the real reason?"
While Hermione's face didn't really change color, she did relax a bit when Harry told her that Ron had been upset that she was not around. "I, uh... I guess he and I just aren't as close as you and I are. You know, both coming from muggle backgrounds.

But Harry knew she wasn't telling the exact truth. He knew her pretty well at this point, having spent two years with her in school and doing fun things on the grounds of Hogwarts. He decided to let it go for now, thinking he would figure out her real reason eventually.
"Ok, Hermione, whatever you say."

Hermione looked up at Harry, confused and kind of put out that he wouldn't take her word. She sighed. He might know or be on his way to figuring it out. She was completely obvious about Lockhart. Perhaps she had been under a charm of his to be infatuated with him, as well as every other girl in school.
At that moment, Ron came back into the compartment and sat down next to Hermione. She looked at Harry straight in the eye. Harry looked back at her and wordlessly the conversation was dropped.