Terence Bayler approached Helena with a slight smile on his face. "Mine dear Lady Ravenclaw, wast art thou doing tomorrow night."

Helena frowned. "I shall be writing an essay."

"Wouldst thou likest me to helpeth thou write thy essay?" Bayler leered.

"Ah, no thanketh thou." Helena tried to walk around the pudgy man, only to be stopped by his hand on her waist. "Remove thy hand from mine waist!"

"Thou looketh so like thy mother." Alcohol rolled off his breath and into the younger witch's face.

Helena's face scrunched up and waved her hand in front of her face to dispel the smell. "Thou hast been drinking, I requesteth that thou removeth thy hand from mine waist."

A snarl split Terence's face.

"Thou wilt do as Helena told thou." Hermione growled, catlike eyes flashing in anger. "Or I wilt destroy thou."

Baylor quickly backed away from the younger witch. "Many apologies."

Whipping her wand out, Hermione stalked toward the Baron. "If I ever catcheth thou near mine daughter…"

"Thy daughter?" Rowena asked, an eyebrow raised. "Helena ist not thy daughter."

"She mayest not be mine daughter by blood, but she ist mine daughter." Hermione smirked at the older witch, before turning back to the baron. "If thou layest a single finger on her, I wilt challenge thou to a duel and I shalt win."

Baylor gulped.

"Come, Helena, doth thou not havest Defense Against thee Dark Arts?" Hermione questioned as she pulled the younger witch behind her.

As soon as they were out of ear shot from the other two, Helena whispered. "Thankest thou."

Ruffling her hair, Hermione smiled. "Anytime, Raven."

Helena was sitting with Diana in the Library, teaching the three year old her numbers. Pointing to the number '3' she asked, "What ist that?"

"Uh," Diana pulled her thumb out of her mouth. "Thee."

"That ist correct, that ist thee number three." Helena made sure to pronounce the number correctly.

The younger witch giggled.

"Wast art thou doing?" Baylor asked, startling the witches.

Helena frowned, causing Diana to frown as well.

"Thou shouldst respect thy elders." Terrance chastised.

"Màthair, sayeth that we dost not have to listen to thou." Diana stuck her tongue out at the wizard.

As Baylor raised his hand, Helena smirked. "Dost thou thinkest that to be a good idea? Hermione wilt killeth thou, if thou so much as layeth a finger on either of us."

"I shalt asketh thy mother for thy hand in marriage." Baylor growled.

"Why?" Hermione snapped, causing all three to jump. "Since thou canst not get Rowena into thy bed, thou goest after her daughter?"

Baylor nervously licked his lips.

"I shalt take that as a 'yes'." Hermione bared her teeth, her animagus form showing. "Thou wilt not asketh for her hand in marriage. I thinkest I shall havest to teacheth thou a lesson. Meeteth me on the fifth floor tonight, or I shalt havest to embarrass thou when thy least expect it."

Hermione then swept out of the Library, robes billowing behind her.

Diana giggled. "Mine màthair ist going to kick thy butt."

"Diana." Helena smiled.

Scowling Terrance stormed out of the room. He wished he didn't have to go to the fifth floor, but he didn't want Hermione to surprise him somewhere.

Tapping her foot, Hermione waited for the Baron to arrive. He was late.

"Lady Gryffindor." Terrance ran up, breathing hard. "Musteth we doeth this?"

Hermione pushed the door open. "I doth not threaten, I warn."

Terrance gulped, but followed the witch into the Room of Requirement.

Drawing her wand, the animagus smirked. "Art thou ready?"

Baylor shook his head, he had heard about her dual with Salazar and how she had defeated him.

"That ist too bad." Hermione barred her teeth. "Draw thy wand." When the wizard refused, Hermione snarled. "If thou thinkest I shant attack thee without thy wand, thou art mistaken."

Terrace drew his wand, hand shaking so badly the animagus wondered how he kept a grip on it.

With a quick flick of her wrist, Hermione threw him across the room. "Get up!"

As soon as Baylor got to his feet, the animagus disarmed him and pinned him to the ceiling.

"Art thou going to leave mine daughters alone?" Hermione questioned, glaring up at the wizard.

Terrance nodded.

"And just to thinketh," Hermione smirked. "I went easy on thou."

As she walked to the door, Terrance fell to the floor with a crash. Hermione shook her head, she didn't know what was with that man. If he loved Rowena, why would he pursue Helena? The animagus didn't have an answer, but if he ever went after Helena again, Hermione barred her teeth, she would kill him.

"Godric." Hermione approached her husband. "Thou hast to do something about that bloody Baron."

Gryffindor sighed. "He ist a fine teacher. He doth not chase thee students."

"Ist Helena not a student?" Hermione skeptically raised her eyebrow.

"Uh," Godric groaned. "I shall speaketh with him."

"If he doth not leaveth Helena alone, I shall make sure he doth." Hermione stated, leaning against his desk.

Godric chuckled. "Mine love, I ist sure that he learned his lesson last night when thou 'kicked his ass', as thou so eloquently put it."

Hermione shook her head.

"Hermione, he ist not a threat to Helena." Gryffindor smiled, before he started running his hand up her arm.

"Godric, we art in thy office." Hermione blushed.

"Thou canst ward thee door."

Smirking, Hermione flicked her wand and did as he suggested. "There thee door ist warded."

Godric swept the papers off his desk and, grasping her face, pressed his lips against hers. He felt her smirk against his lips.

Unbuttoning her blouse, Hermione let it fall to the floor. Stepping out of her skirt, she crawled backwards onto the desk.

Pulling his shirt over his head, Godric bent down and drug his teeth down her neck. Hissing, Hermione arched her back. She reached down and unbuckled his belt. Stepping out of his trousers, he crawled on top of her.

"Love," Hermione drug her fingernails down his back, as he bite her throat.

Godric soothed the bite with his tongue, his hands roved her near naked body till they settled on her hips. Sliding down her body, he peppered her torso with bite marks that were soon soothed with his tongue. As he reached her navel, Godric swirled in tongue.

Unable to control her hips, they bucked.

Gryffindor chuckled. "Impatient art we?"

Suddenly, Godric found himself looking up at a smirking animagus. Hermione her hand down his body. "Oh, I thinkest that thou art impatient." She ground he hips down on him. Leaning down to lick the shell of his ear, she whispered. "I shall makest thy call out mine name."