Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, or any of JK Rowling's other characters from her books. I don't own Stephenie Meyer's books either, or Carlisle Cullen. He is just making a guest star appearance. I think. Oh well, we'll see. On with the story!

Chapter Three

My mother was more or less dragging me to Carlisle's office. When we entered his office, my eyes widened staring at all of the books he had in there. There must have been hundreds, each looking more ancient and rare than the last. It must have taken him years to collect all of these books! I don't even want to know how many books he has at home. Scratch that. Yes I do. I have always liked books and enjoyed reading them no matter the subject, whether it be your average fictional novel or if it was a doctor's book explaining hematology. Books fascinated me. I loved the idea of someone using all of their knowledge and/or imagination to write an amazing, literary work.

My mother jerked on my hand, pulling me back to reality. I glanced up at her menacing eyes, then at Carlisle's comforting ones. I would much rather look into his amazing eyes than my mother's cold ones. "You wanted to see us, Doctor Cullen?" My mom asked coldly.

After hearing her tone of voice his eyebrow raised, hiding behind his wavy blond hair, "Yes, I wanted to talk to you about Hermione." Great, here it comes, my impending doom. My mother threw me a baleful glare. I knew she was accusing me right then and there, but I couldn't bring myself to look at her and deny it using my soft brown eyes. Instead I focused on Carlisle, waiting for him to seal my doom.

"We, the hospital staff and I, were wanting to personally thank you for raising such a wonderful young lady. She has been coming here quite often and volunteering, she has been a great help. Most people, especially children her age, do not volunteer at hospitals anymore, and we cannot thank the both of you enough." He looked at the both of us with an earnest expression. Wow, could he lie! I don't think I have ever met anyone who was that good of a liar.

My mother's baleful glare turned into a look of surprise and a hint of . . . Smugness? You have got to be kidding me! She is actually acting smug! Carlisle hasn't shown any look except for gratitude this whole time, so I don't know how he is taking all of this in.

"Anyway, the other reason I requested that the both of you come in here is because I wanting to ask if there was anyway that she could start coming here every day? We have been low on staff lately, and it would be very much appreciated."

He stopped so my mum could answer. Glancing at my mother, I had to hold back a snicker. She was starting to look like a fish out of water. Here mouth kept opening and closing, yet no sound was coming out! It was quite funny actually. Eventually sound managed to escape her chapped lips, but it sounded like a bunch of gurgling. Once again, back to my fish out of water theory. Placing my hand in a tight cup over my nose and mouth, I managed to stifle my laugh into something a dog wouldn't even hear. Carlisle glanced my way raising an eyebrow. I figured he had to be doing it because of my mum, because there was no way he could have heard me.

Clearing my throat, I asked, "Mum? Are you all right?" Even though it was a serious question, there was trace of humor coating my voice. Carlisle looked my mother with well-concealed laughter in his eyes. "If it isn't all right, we will gladly accept the times she does manage to come in." He looked at her with a soft look, his topaz eyes looking like golden butter.

"Well, I am sorry that I have taken up your precious time, if you will please excuse me." Standing up he began to walk away, when my mother yelled, "Stop!" Carlisle paused at the door, waiting for her to continue. Taking a deep breath and pacing herself, she said in a very calm and collected voice, "It would be fine if Hermione came here every day to help. Just say the time and she will be there." She finished with a grim smile on her face.

Carlisle walked back up to his desk and sat down. Smiling he said, "Excellent. Could she possibly come around eight tomorrow morning?" He asked knowing full well that it would be fine with her.

Mum nodded, then quickly stood up grabbing me by the arm and said, "Come on! You are still in trouble." Turning towards Carlisle again she said, "Thank you, Doctor Cullen." With those words, Hermione was dragged to the car and back to the place she called 'home'.

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