Sam: Thanks for the great review. I'm really glad you like this.

GregTheGrimReaper: Well, here's the next update. Thanks for the review!

fanjimmy: Thank you so much. I hope you like this chapter.

Rockgirl21: I hope this answers your question. Hope you enjoy!

hermione potter/katie jones: Don't worry, I'm not going to stop here. Thanks for the review!

Sarah: Thanks for your review. I enjoyed reading it a lot. I hope you'll enjoy reading this chapter as well!

Wytil: Here's the next chapter! Hehe. Enjoy!

fifty: Wow, that is saying a lot. That means a lot to me. I hope you enjoy this.

The next morning, the whole camp pursued its daily activities, and Harry pursued his trip.

While the kids at camp were brushing their teeth, Harry was boarding a plane full of ignorant teenagers, who all were on their class trip. All they did was shout, swear, and give him a headache.

While the kids at camp were painting pictures, Harry was stuck in the middle of a foreign freeway with a broken down car, finally getting a ride in a truck carrying farm animals. After just being in the vicinity of a few animals for around five minutes, he smelled like shit.

While the kids at camp were going on a hike, Harry was being hit on by the truck driver. It wasn't some nice-looking female; it was a ratty old man.

While the kids at camp were eating lunch in the main building, Harry was dropped off at the camp's gate. He looked at it for a moment, and contemplated whether or not what he had been through for the past few hours was worth it. But then, he remembered Mya…

Harry wondered if there was some sort of key needed to open the gate. He looked around and saw nothing. Not even a doorbell (Or a gatebell? I don't know…). The gate apparently just had a simple latch that you could undo from the outside.

"Hmph," he muttered to himself, "Some place they can keep children. What if a kidnapper had come along?"

He slowly undid the latch, half expecting a bunch of sirens to go off, but nothing happened. He pushed the gate open, and stood there for a moment. Then, he took off at breakneck speed down the long bridge that led to the main building.

Mya was sitting at a table with the little boy that she had met on the first day there. She couldn't eat her food. She wondered if her dad was even going to come.

Hermione saw this and walked over to her.

"Mya, you've got to eat."

"But I'm not hungry."

"Why not? You barely ate anything last night either."

"Because…" Mya said thinking of a good excuse. But she didn't have to think anymore, because the doors had just burst open.

"MYA—!" Harry yelled, but was cut off at the sight before him.

Both Hermione and Mya had looked up, and Harry had seen both of them. But only one of them had surprised him.

Hermione was speechless. She couldn't believe it.

The suitcase Harry had been holding dropped to the ground with a resounding thud. The whole place was dead silent.

Harry decided to break the silence.

"Um," he said, smiling a bit, "Hi?"

Hermione's face, which was in frozen state of surprise, melted into a soft half-smile.

Harry started to walk towards her, but she couldn't move.

When he got there, Hermione made a small gesture as if she were going to hug him, while he extended out his hand for a handshake. Then she extended her hand out, while he put his arms out, asking for her to hug him. They both continued this awkwardness for a while, until they finally grasped the other's hands with tears in their eyes.

Hermione's POV:

Is this really happening to me? It must be. He looks the exact same. Those same green eyes, that same messy hair. He's got a few more age lines, but other than that…he's still the same person.

Harry's POV:

Wow. What the hell happened here? Why is she wearing a skirt? Why is her hair longer? Why is she looking so goddamn good? Oh, well, I guess I can't really complain now can I? I just hope she hasn't changed that much…

They both were suddenly very aware that the all the kids and staff were staring straight at them. Hermione let go of his hands and started to stutter.

"H-Hi," she finally got out.

"Hi," he said, again.

"Um…well, you see, I've work…so…I guess…Um…I…I'll…I'll see you later…right?"

"Uh…yeah…sure…"

"Okay, then…bye," she said, as she turned around to leave.

"Wait," he said as she turned back, "It was nice seeing you again."

Hermione smiled. "You too, Harry. You too."

That night, Hermione was sitting outside staring up at the sky. She kept replaying that day's events over and over in her head.

Harry walked over and sat next to her.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," she said, smiling.

"Hermione?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you feeling okay?" he said seriously.

"Yeah," she said, wondering what was up, "Why?"

"It's just that, you actually look good. What's up with the skirt?" he said, laughing along with her.

"Um," she said, not wanting to destroy the mood, "I didn't know about Ashley. I'm really sorry."

"How could you have known?" Harry said, "You just…disappeared."

"We had moved," she said, trying to defend her case.

"You changed your friends as well?" he asked, as she looked down, "When I needed my friend the most, you weren't there."

There was another awkward silence.

"Uh, did you marry again?" Hermione asked.

"Couldn't find you…or else I would have married you," he said, as they both laughed again.

"Harry…"

"Hermione…we live once, die once, get married once…and love…"

"…Only once," she said, finishing his sentence.

"So, did you get married yet?"

"Couldn't find you," she said.

"Oh, yeah?" he said, and they, again, both laughed (Wow, they seem to laugh a lot, don't they?).

All of a sudden, Harry spotted something in the sky.

"Hey," he said, pointing, "Look, it's a shooting star."

"You still believe all that nonsense?" she asked.

"Nah…I'm too old for it now. You?"

"Nope…"

However, they both turned around and closed their eyes, not wanting the other to see. After they were done wishing, there was another awkward silence.

"Um…so…I need to sleep," Hermione said.

"Oh, okay. Goodnight then."

"Goodnight."

Hermione got up to leave and walked a few steps before Harry's soft laughter interrupted her.

"Hermione…" he said.

"Yeah?"

"What did you wish for?"

Hermione laughed. "Goodnight, Harry."

"Goodnight," he said, before he got up to leave as well.

However, neither of them knew that there was a certain eight-year-old hiding in the bushes.

"Goodnight?" Mya muttered to herself.

Mya ran to where Anna was patrolling around her tent. Nobody was supposed to know that she was up at this hour, and neither did she want anyone to know.

"What happened?" Anna asked.

"I've got bad news," she said, exasperated, "They're acting like total strangers to each other! Goodnight, Harry! Goodnight, Hermione!" she mocked.

"Now what do we do?" Anna asked, as they both started to walk in circles, thinking.

"What am I supposed to do?" said a frustrated Mya.

Suddenly, she tripped over a basketball that was lying in her path.

"Wow," she said to herself, "I'm so brilliant."

The next day, Mya and another boy were at each other's necks, trying to kill the other. Apparently, there had been some sort of argument, and the two were settling it in that manner.

Harry ran to Mya, prying her apart from the boy, while Hermione ran to the boy, prying him away from her.

"What's your problem?!" Harry yelled.

"Are you crazy?!" Hermione yelled.

"She hit me first!" the boy yelled.

"I just said that girls can play basketball and he said…"

"…that girls are too weak to play that sport," the boy finished for her.

"He told the truth and you fought with him?" Harry asked Mya.

"Truth? In college, Ms. Hermione beat you everyday in basketball!"

Harry put his hand over her mouth not letting her talk anymore. However, the whole crowd was laughing.

"Shut up," he said, "Not everyday. Only sometimes."

"Harry," Hermione said, calmly, "You lost everyday."

"No, Hermione. You lost everyday."

"No, you did."

"No, Hermione."

"Yes, Harry," she said, getting more worked up.

Harry pulled the boy and Mya away from them.

"Don't lie in front of the kids," he said.

"What?! I'm lying?!" she said, her voice rising.

"So, you think I'm lying? You're the liar!" he said, his voice also rising.

"What?!"

"Yeah, what!"

"The truth is that you only won if you cheated," she said, smugly.

"Hey!" he said, pressing a finger on her nose, "Don't call me a cheater!"

Hermione swatted his finger away. "That's what you are…cheater, cheater, cheater," she said.

"Hermione, I'm not a cheater."

"Harry is a cheater, Harry is a cheater," she sang, until she got the rest of the kids to join her.

"Don't listen to her!" he yelled.

"CHEATER!" she shouted, an inch from his face.

"Forgive me," he said to the kids. Then he went straight at her. They were both pulling at each other's hair and attempting to murder each other.

The kids were trying to pull them away, and when they succeeded, they both tried straightening up.

Hermione looked at him. "I'll challenge you to a game right now."

Harry laughed. "Don't be stupid…Hermione."

"Why? Are you scared…Harry?"

"Hey, Harry Potter is never scared."

"Well, we'll see!"

"Well, we'll see," he mocked.

All the boys followed Harry to one side of the court and all the girls followed Hermione. This sure was going to be one interesting game.

A/N: I'm sorry if the 'reunion' wasn't what you expected. But hey, I tried. Review please.