"Màthair," Helena sighed. "Pray tell, why doth I have to taketh Charms again."
"Thy mother teacheth thee class." Hermione explained.
"So!" Helena stomped her foot.
"Helena, thou needeth to be kind to thy mother." Hermione softly sated as she gathered the younger witch into her arms.
"But she doth not liketh me." Helena buried her face into her màthair's chest.
Gently stroking her daughter's hair, the animagus smiled. "Dost thou rembereth me telling thou that I wast adopted by mine màthair?"
Helena hesitantly nodded, she was unsure where this was going.
"Mine biological parents… weren't kind people." Hermione shook her head. "They maketh thy mother seemeth like an angel in comparison."
The young witch frowned.
Hermione chuckled. "No, beag Raven, I doth wisheth for thou to tellest me when thy mother ist being unbearable. But to answereth thy question, yes thou hast to taketh Charms."
Helena huffed. "Fine."
Before the animagus could chastise her on her behavior, Diana stated crying in the other room.
"I willest get her!" The young witch exclaimed as she scampered out of the room. Upon entering the nursery, she saw Diana standing in her crib. "Didst thou hath a good sleep, little one?"
Nodding, Diana lifted her arms up.
Helena bent down and lifted the two year old onto her hip. "Shall we get thou dresseth, little lion?"
"Uh-hu, Helen." Diana grinned.
"Dost thou wisheth to wear the blue dress?"
Diana shook her head. "Nu-uh, deirfiúr mhór, duh gween one."
"Thee green one it ist!" Helena exclaimed and pulled off Diana's nightshift. With ease belying practice, the older witch pulled the green dress over Diana's head, while she was sitting on her hip.
Leaning against the doorframe, Hermione smiled at her two daughters.
"Hermione, art thou finisheth?" Godric groaned.
"Almost." Hermione absentmindedly muttered, she was concentrating on sewing her book together.
"Hermione," Godric smirked. "I beggeth Helena to watcheth Diana for thee night."
The animagus hummed. "I ist sure thou hast to twist her arm to get her to watcheth Diana too."
Dropping his head, Godric sighed; this night was not going according to plan.
Hermione sensed her husband's exasperation. "Love, just giveth me a few more minutes."
Gryffindor nodded. He knew that when Hermione was in the middle of a task, it was best not to rush her. Only rarely was he able to drag her away from her work.
Five minutes later, which felt more like hours to Godric, Hermione gently wrapped the book in a piece of tartan. "There. All finisheth. Now, wast did thou wisheth to speak to me about?"
"Thou art formal all thee time." Gryffindor chuckled.
"Ist that a bad thing." Hermione raised an eyebrow.
Leaning over her desk, Godric grinned. "No."
"Then why didst thou bring it up?" The animagus frowned as she stood up.
"Because," Godric wrapped his arms around her waist and, with lips brushing against her ear, whispered. "I canst do this."
Hermione giggled. "Thou art ridiculous."
Gryffindor responded by taking her earlobe between his teeth and tugging gently. After tracing the shell of her ear with his tongue, Godric peppered kisses down her neck. When Hermione tilted her head to give him more access, he bit down on the sensitive curve of her neck.
Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist and whispered. "Bed. Now."
One hand threaded threw her curls as the other rested on her lower back, Godric led them to the bedroom. Hermione slide down until her feet touched the floor, and Godric started unlacing the bodice.
Hermione moaned. "Damn this thing! You knowest, back in mine time, normal people don't weareth this get up."
Godric only chuckled and continued to untie the bodice. The bodice fell away as the dress slid down her body, only to crumple to the floor. Gently laying Hermione on the bed, Godric leaned down and gently kissed along the scars the marred her torso. Moving his attention to her right arm, he reverently kissed each letter.
"Godric," Hermione breathed. It had taken some time, but Gryffindor had gotten her to let go of the anger at the word on her arm. "Please, I need you."
Smiling slightly, Godric hovered just above her mouth. "Wast ist it?" Every word brushed their lips together.
Arching up, the animagus claimed his lips in a bruising kiss. Opening her mouth, Hermione allowed his tongue to slip inside. Pulling slightly away, but still allowing their lips to touch. "We hast thee entire night?"
"Hmmm." Godric hummed, as he kissed along her jaw. "Wast do thou hast in mind."
"Thou shalt see." Hermione smirked, cat like eyes shining in anticipation.
A knock sounded at the door, caused Hermione to roll over, groaning. Godric kept right on snoring.
"Màthair." Helena whispered. "Art thou decent?"
Hermione kept right on sleeping.
Easing the door open, Helena crept into the room. Well, at least they look decent.
Right as she thought that, Godric rolled over, pulling the blanket off of his sleeping wife.
"Eepp!" The young witch exclaimed.
Hermione shot up, grasping the sheet to her naked torso. "Helena, art thou alright!"
"I ist never going to getteth that out of mine mind." Helena bemoaned as she scrubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands.
"What ist it." Godric groaned.
"No, love." The animagus placed a hand on his back. "Thou stayeth there."
Helena kept her eyes on the ceiling. "I wast wondering if thou were awake."
"We art now." Gryffindor groaned. He thought he had specifically asked her to keep Diana till late afternoon.
"Be nice." Hermione smacked her husband, a grin on her face.
"I see that thou hast a good night." Helena teased, a blush spreading on her cheeks.
Hermione chuckled. "Givest me a moment and I shall be up."
"There ist no need. I shall tellest Diana that thou art indisposed." The young Ravenclaw giggled.
As soon as the door closed, Godric rolled over and started kissing his wife's neck.
"Godric, our daughters art right outside thee room." Hermione protested.
Gryffindor chuckled. "Helena shall not stayeth out there, her face wast so red."
"Be nice!" Hermione smacked her husband across the chest.
Godric grabbed the offending hand and brought it up to his mouth.