A/N: I know a lot of you have been wondering why this story is rated R. Well, so far it is G but the R rating is for a possible scene I may chose to write in a VERY later chapter. I guess I'm keeping the rating there for warning. But if I'm sure I won't have the scene, I'll put a lower rating on it.

WindGuardian87 Ah, I don't mean to make cliffhangers…they sort of just happen naturally. Well, here's the next chapter. Hope you like it!

A phone at the receptionist of the conference's desk rang later that evening.

"Exporter's Conference, good evening," she answered.

"May I speak with Jason Mathers (I couldn't resist the urge of adding something of Eminem in this story), please?" Hermione asked on the other line.

"Whom shall I say is calling?" the receptionist asked.

"Hermione."

"Hermione," she said, jotting it down, "right."

When she put Hermione on hold, another phone rang.

"Exporter's Conference, good evening," she answered.

"Hello," Mya said on the other line, "Can I speak to Daddy?"

"Daddy?" she asked.

"Your dad isn't the only one who is called that!" Anna said to Mya.

"Sorry," Mya said to Anna, before addressing the receptionist again, "May I speak to Harry Potter, please?"

"Whom shall I say is calling?"

"Hermione."

"Certainly," she said, "Hermione."

Then she looked at both phones in confusion.

"Quickly tell him that you're going to that camp and then hang up the phone," Anna told Mya while they were waiting for her father to get on the other line.

"Paging Mr. Jason Mathers and Mr. Harry Potter to the front desk, please. There are calls for you," the receptionist's voice echoed across the conference.

"Hi," Harry said, approaching the desk, "I'm Harry Potter. There's a call for me?"

"Um…" the receptionist said, wondering which call belonged to him, "Um…booth two."

Harry turned around and bumped headfirst into Jason again.

"Sorry!" they both said to each other, before walking away again.

"Hi, sweetheart," Jason said flirtatiously (but jokingly) to the receptionist, "I had a call?"

"Yes," she said, "Booth one."

When Harry got to his booth, he picked up the phone.

"Hello," he answered.

"Hello, Jason!" Hermione yelled on the other line, "I can't hear you!"

"I can hear you," Harry said, "What is it?"

"Okay, listen. I'm off to camp tomorrow!"

"Where are you going?"

"Summer camp!"

"Again with this summer camp crap?" Harry yelled over the phone, "I said no to you once, didn't I?"

"Huh?" Hermione said, confused.

"No summer camp, no summer camp, no summer camp!" Harry yelled, "Understood?"

"Jason, why are you yelling?"

"I'm yelling because I've told you that you're not going, and you're going on about going! If you say one more thing about that summer camp, I'll come straight home and…I'll ground you for two weeks!"

"Jason, you've gone mad!" Hermione said as she hung up the phone.

"Mya?" Harry said.

Meanwhile, Jason wasn't having much luck with his call either.

"Hello," he answered.

"Hello," Mya said.

"Hi, sweetheart!" Jason said, as he made kissing noises.

"Huh?" Mya said.

"I'm really missing you," he said.

Mya laughed and handed the phone to Anna so she could listen.

"Hello," Anna said.

"Listen," Jason said quietly, "I'm feeling very…give me a kiss."

"Harry!" said a bewildered Anna, "Your child is listening to this!"

"Look, I don't like these jokes. I don't have any children."

"Oh, God," Anna said to Mya, "isn't it a bit too late for him to be claiming that you're not his child?"

Jason continued to make kissing sounds over the phone. Anna hung up.

"You're dad has gone mad," she said.

"Hermione?" Jason said.

Harry, who had been standing a few feet away, heard him say that name.

"Hermione?" Harry said, pointing to Jason's phone.

Jason put the phone down and walked over to Harry.

"Confusion, confusion!" he mused, "Hi, I'm Jason."

"Harry Potter," Harry replied.

"Wow, really?"

"I guess because they both had same names she got confused," Harry said, brushing away Jason's statement.

"But I bet you," Jason said randomly ('cause that's what he does), "my Hermione is prettier than yours."

"No," Harry said, not really wanting to play his stupid game, "my Hermione is very beautiful."

"I'm sure," he said, "but not as beautiful as mine."

"My Hermione is my eight-year-old daughter," Harry said.

"Oh, shit!" Jason said, "You're right. Your Hermione is prettier."

"Anyway," Harry said, "Best of luck with your Hermione. Take care."

"Same to you," Jason said.

And, again, they both walked off in opposite directions.

Dear Daddy,

How are you? Sorry about leaving without telling you. But you know how much I really wanted to go. I'm really sorry, Daddy. Don't miss me too much.

Love,

Mya & Anna

Harry looked over the letter and sighed in exasperation. He knew she was going to be alright, but, being the protective father that he is, he just couldn't stand being without her for so long.

He slowly got up and wondered what to do with his time alone.

A/N: The last sentence isn't a cliffhanger and neither is it suggestive. I just had to find a way to end this chapter nicely! Review please!