Early one Saturday morning found Hermione in her spot in the Library grading papers. While she had a perfectly fine desk in her office and in her quarters, she preferred the Library and since there would be no students up this early in the morning the witch saw no reason why she couldn't commandeer this table.

Godric slowly approached the animagus, not wanting to startle the witch. "What art thou doing on this fine Saturday morn?"

"Grading papers." Hermione murmured, not looking up from the desk.

"What dost thou thinkest of going on a stroll of the Grounds with me?" Godric smiled softly.

Blushing, Hermione finally looked up. "I would like that very much."

"Shall we goest after breakfast?" The Founder of Gryffindor asked. "Dost that soundeth appeasing to thou?"

"It doth." Hermione chuckled, a faint smile gracing her face.

Godric offered the animagus his hand. "Shall we goest to thee Great Hall?"

Smiling, the witch took the proffered hand. "Sure."

The two slowly made their way down the corridors. Their conversation was light and held no substance. They snuck little glances at each other when they thought the other wasn't looking.

When they got to the Head table, Godric pulled out Hermione's chair for her.

"Thank you." The animagus ducked her head to hide the blush that appeared on her cheeks. "It's so quiet."

"That it ist." Godric nodded. "Dost thee students in thy time awaken at sunrise?"

Hermione chuckled. "No, if they wake before noon ist a good day."

Godric threw back his head and laughed. "That ist amusing! They waketh not before noon?"

"Most dost not. Those that do are mostly Ravenclaw's wanting to up hold their Founder's passion for learning." Hermione smiled.

At that statement, Rowena fixed her attention fully on the pair. "What dost thou meanst by that?"

"Uh…." Hermione paused. "There wast a magical accident and I traveled back in time."

"Thou art truly from thee future?!" Rowena exclaimed.

"Truly." The animagus nodded.

Helga nodded. "That dost expalineth plenty of things."

"Then why dost thou not telleth us of thee magics that are from thy time?" Rowena demanded.

"Because, there are rules about time!" Hermione snapped. "I have allowed my actions to change the past and I won't introduce anymore magic than I have already."

Rowena had the grace to look abashed.

The rest of breakfast was spent in a tense silence, with Rowena shooting Hermione death glares and Hermione pretending to not notice.

At the last of the breakfast dishes were cleared, Godric turned his attention to the animagus. "Dost thou wisheth to walk thee Grounds still?"

"Yes, please." Hermione breathed, quickly standing up and taking the wizard's hand.

The walk down to the Grounds was filled with a tense silence following the disastrous breakfast.

Gryffindor hesitantly reached out and slipped his hand into Hermione's. "Art thou concerned with what happeneth at breakfast?"

"No, not really." Hermione shook her head. "I'm fine with them knowing, really. It dost not bother me."

"I enjoyeth that thou art starting to speaketh the King's English." Godric smiled softly, letting the animagus know that he was teasing.

Hermione ducked her head to hide the blush that crept up her face.

Godric gently place his finger under Hermione's chin and tilted her face up. "Thou hast no reason to hind thy face from me, Hermione."

The animagus had to bite back a gasp; that was the first time Godric has just used her first name.

"Hermione." Godric's voice had a touch of seriousness to it. "Wilt thou givest me the honor of allowing me to court thee?"

"It would be my honor." Hermione smiled up at the wizard.

This time a blush appeared on Godric's face. "Hermione, I am glad thou came to this time."

"I am too." The animagus nervously pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

A few days later, Hermione spotted Helena trudging toward the Library. "Helena!"

Said witch turned and glared at the animagus. "I dost not desire to speaketh with thou."

"Helena." Hermione grasped her arm. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" The young girl snapped. She tried to pull her arm away and when she couldn't, she glared up at the elder witch.

"Why don't we go discuss what's bothering you in my quarters." Hermione tried to soothe the young witch.

Helena scowled. "Fine!"

The animagus led a sulking Helena to her quarters. "Now, whatever ist the matter?"

"Thou art being courted by Lord Gryffindor!" Helena whined. "Thou art going to spendeth all thy time with him!"

Hermione gasped. Helena thought she was going to ignore her, just like her mother. The animagus quickly gathered the young witch into a hug. "Helena."

"No! I doth not wisheth…."

"Helena, I'm not going to push you away just because I'm being courted by Godric." Hermione assured Helena, gently stroking her hair. "I didst not wish to cause you any distress."

Helena sniffed, wiping her tears on the animagus' robes. "I doth…"

"Shh, it'll be alright. You can still visit me whenever you want. My door is always open." The animagus cooed, stroking her 'daughter's' hair. It pained Hermione that Helena was so afraid that she would just leave because she had found a 'man'.

"I canst still come whenever I wisheth?" Helena asked in a small voice.

Hermione offered her a small smile. "Of course, mo beag Raven."

As Hermione was walking back to her quarters after a pleasant stroll around the grounds with Godric, Salazar stalked towards her.

"Good afternoon Lord Slytherin, what canst I do for you today?" Hermione sighed. And her day had been going so well too.

"Thou wilt stop seeing Lord Gryffindor." Salazar growled.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I can't stop seeing him anymore than I canst stop seeing you. Unless thou wisheth to gauge my eyes out."

"Thou art an infuriating witch!" Salazar snapped. "Thou wilt cease courting Lord Gryffindor."

Hermione's cat like eyes flashed and she growled. "I shall not. Thou pureblood bigot!"

"Thou art bringeth they dirty blood into one of thee purest lines in Scotland!" Salazar sneered, getting right up in the animagus' face.

Narrowing her eyes and refusing to back down, Hermione shoved the Founder of Slytherin backwards. "Thou wouldst be proud to know that in my time there are witches and wizards who still share thy sentiment. But they lost thee war."

"Thou art a mudblood and needeth to be tought they place!"

Hermione snorted. "I've been told that before, by a witch much more powerful than thee."

Salazar whipped out his wand, but the animagus was quicker. She cast a wordless, wandless Expelliarmus and caught Slytherin's wand as it flew into the air.

Taking a very aggressive stance; with Salazar's wand positioned above her head and hers in front of her, Hermione smirked. "Dost thou still wisheth to 'put me in mine place'?"

Slytherin snarled. "Givest my back mine wand!"

The animagus sneered and threw the wand to the floor. "Attack me again and thou won't be so lucky."

Spinning on her heel, Hermione continued on her way. She refused to let Slytherin ruin her day. She was tutoring Helena later and she didn't need a grumpy teacher.