A/N: Well, here's the next chapter. I'm trying to update ASAP!

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namita: Yeah, this is that story. I thought it would be really cute to make that movie into a Harry Potter fanfic. I don't usually like HP/HG fics, but I thought it would be nice in this situation. Take care!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter…obviously…

Hermione picked up her phone.

"Hello?" she said into the receiver, "Hello…hello?"

"Hello," Jason said, from behind her.

"Hello!" Hermione said, thinking that the person on the other line had responded.

"I love you," he said.

"Huh?" she said, whirling around, "Jason…"

"Listen," he said, as he hugged her from behind, "I have a small problem."

"What?" she asked, still trying to figure out who was on the other line.

"Don't leave me like this."

"Jason, can we talk about this in a minute? I don't know who was on the other line. It could have been important…"

"And anyway," Jason interrupted, "You are going to Paris to supervise some stupid summer camp."

"Jason, you're going on a business trip as well!"

"True, but you could have gone with me."

"You know I couldn't have," she said, "Jason, you know I go there every year to be a counselor to those children. Those kids are a part of my life."

"Even they are part of your life. Now only I'm left out."

Hermione rolled her eyes and proceeded to try and find out who was on the other line. The dial tone hadn't gone on so, apparently, the other person was still on the phone.

"Hey," he said, "Why do I get the feeling that you don't love me?"

"Because I don't," she said.

"And that you don't want to marry me."

"You're right," she said jokingly, "I don't."

"Just remember," he said, "If you can't walk down that isle, I'm going to come and drag you myself."

"You'll force me?"

"If I need to," he shrugged.

"Do you have the guts to do that?"

"Try me," he said, walking away from her, backwards, running into the four old ladies again, "You leave me here with them. Just go to that stupid summer camp. I've got to pack for my trip anyways. I'm leaving tomorrow."

Hermione gave up on the phone and hung up.

On the other line, Anna and Mya were happy with all that information they'd found out.

"Summer camp? Paris?" they both exclaimed, running to go and ask Harry if they could go.

"Paris!?" he said, as if the idea was ludicrous, "No way! There's too much snow there."

"Daddy, it's a summer camp! How can there be snow?" Mya asked.

"Whatever, you can't go," he said, putting on his tie. He was getting late for work.

"Daddy, they do a lot of fun things over there. I'll be so bored staying home alone!"

"Since when have you gotten bored of being home with me? I've said no and that means no."

"Daddy, that's not fair!"

"Let her go," Anna said, "All kids go to camps. She'll also…"

"Anna, I'll handle this, okay?"

"But Harry, just try and understand. I'll also go with her."

"Daddy, I want to go! I want to go, please, Daddy!" she whined.

"No, Mya," he said.

"Please!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Shut up!" he yelled, "Hermione Ashley Potter, I said no. Neither of you will go. Do I make myself clear?"

Mya started to cry.

"Good," he said as his voice faltered a bit, "Go ahead and cry."

Anna gave him a disapproving look. Harry sighed and walked over to his daughter.

"Feeling bad?" he asked her.

Mya nodded, wiping her tears.

"I'm sorry," he said, as he held out his hands.

Mya patted them and they both tapped each other's noses.

"It's okay," she said.

Harry got up and proceeded to walk to the door.

"This doesn't mean you're going though," he said, "I'm going to a conference and we'll talk when I get back."

Harry apparated out of the room.

"Mya," Anna said, "once we get to the camp, how will we get your dad to come as well?"

"That'll be easy!" Mya exclaimed, "Remember when Daddy was in New York and I got really sick?"

"Oh, God! I definitely remember that!"

"Remember how he left everything and came back immediately?"

Anna suddenly had a look of realization on her face.

Meanwhile, at Harry's conference, he was walked around, discussing an important issue with a fellow worker. He suddenly bumped into Jason.

"Oops!" he said, "Sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it, man," Jason said, "its okay."

They both walked off in opposite directions.

A/N: My hands are cold from typing. It's like midnight here and the heater isn't working. Well, I hope you liked this chapter. More coming up! Oh, and I wrote a short songfic on Jay Sean's Stolen. If you could, can you review for that. I'm thinking about making more songfics, but I'm just not sure about it. Thanks a lot.