A/N: I know, I know, it's been ages since I've updated but in my defense I'm going through a lot of changes right now. Plus, I still need to update other fics. If anyone is confused please remember that Collection is supposed to jump from time to time since it is a snapshot of the SSHG Relationship. Hopefully, you need only re-read Chapter 12 if this one has you puzzled. Otherwise feel free to ask questions. Okay, enough blabber….

Warning: Anal play ahead

In Hermione's third month is when they finally tied the knot. It was a small assembly: all the people living at Grimmauld Place. And of course, the Ministry worker who officiated. The wedding took place in their garden at the new house. Hermione planned it all herself. Not that there was much to plan. Just the short ceremony next to the arches covered in wysteria and dinner in the house. Cornish game hen and roasted potatoes. It was all very intimate and very sweet. Hermione's dress was a non-traditional sparkling champagne. It was form fitting, with a long side split and very thin straps. Straps that Severus nearly broke as he took the dress off of her that night. And what a wild night it was.

Used to being in control, their wedding night had been all about his wife taking the reigns. Severus was a dominant man by nature, but the trust he had established with Hermione was deeply rooted. She loved him and that night she wanted to prove it. He felt her hand rest on the small of his back as she said, "I'm going to worship you now, Severus. At anytime, if you want me to stop, just ask, and I will. Alright?"

He let out a long breath and nodded, not trusting his voice. He felt her body mold itself to his back and he couldn't stop the mewling little cry that escaped him.
She bent along his spine and he felt her breasts press against his back, her stomach yield against his arse, and the slight tickle of her pubic hair as it grazed the skin near the top of his thighs. Her hands came around and caressed his chest and she kissed him along his backbone. "You are so very lovely to me," she said, as her hands caressed his lean frame.

He sighed as he felt her lips press down along his back. Lower and lower, as the anticipation escalated. He whined a protest when he felt her body leave, but then his breath rushed out as he felt her soft mouth on his arse. She pressed kisses across his arse cheeks, as her hands returned and caressed him. He couldn't help himself. He began to push back against her gently, twisting slightly. It was incredible, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't what he wanted. Would she put her mouth where he really wanted it? Where he needed it?

He gasped when he felt her hands spread him wide and groaned when he felt her hot little mouth on him. Her tongue came out, and he cried out as she licked her way across his arsehole and down to his bollocks, sucking first one, and then the other into her hot mouth as he spread his legs for her. He nearly lost control. He knew he was saying things but had no idea what they were as he squirmed and shoved himself back onto her face.

He looked behind him and had a perfect view of her beautiful arse as she squatted on her haunches behind him and licked him out. He had never seen or felt anything like it. She picked up her wand and whispered a spell, and then he felt her drizzle lubricant down the crack of his arse. Her hand followed soon after, and in no time she was teasing him open while he moaned. He felt her other hand on his back, between his shoulder blades and then she was pushing him down, until his head rested on his folded arms. He was standing with his arse up in the air and felt gloriously exposed for her pleasure.

Her finger penetrated him and he shuddered. His breath came in rasping gulps between loud moans. He'd never been this vocal before. He'd never been this wanton and desperate. She worked another finger into him, filling him, stretching him, and he moaned, "Oh, fuck yessss."

"Ohhh," she moaned in response. "Oh, Severus. This is so hot. I love the way you can't get enough of my touch."

Severus gritted his teeth as she pushed in and out several times, making him nearly delirious with pleasure. "Never my goddess," he finally managed. "Now please, I'd like to cum in that hot, little cunt of yours instead of the bed." Grinning, she stopped fingering her husband and allowed him to do just that.

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As Severus promised, they honeymooned in Belgium. Two weeks of visiting new places: museums, libraries, restaurants, parks, shops, theatres-you name it. Hermione was beside herself with happiness. Being Hermione Snape was turning out to be even better than she thought. And so was pregnancy. True, she'd been sick as a dog the first few weeks, but the reality of life growing inside her, that was incredible.

Now, at five months, she stood grinning at the puzzled men before her. Severus and Remus (who should have known better) were trying to put together a crib the muggle way. Teddy, who was too big for Hermione to hold comfortably, especially given her stomach tugged at her dress, "Get ''nanas now?"

Hermione nodded, "Yes Teddy, we'll get some bananas now. What about you gentlemen," she asked, glancing back at the hard workers, "ready for lunch?"

Severus sat down his tools grudgingly, although Remus looked relieved, "Soup's on the stove, sandwiches are on the table and Teddy wants bananas too," Hermione explained as the weary werewolf passed her by. Her husband was slower, picking up the pieces methodically. "You know it's not too late to use magic," she added softly.

He stood, taking her hand in his, "I know, but I wanted to do something personal. From my own hands."

"Severus, you painted this whole room by yourself," gesturing to the soft gray walls. "And in the end she's not going to care about that, or the crib. She'll take one look into those beautiful onyx eyes and fall in love, just like I did."

Smirking, he bent to place a kiss on her lips. One of his hands rested protectively over her stomach which he rubbed in small circles. "Ma petite crêpe," he whispered to her swollen belly.

"We really do need to think of a good name for her," Hermione chuckled, "Little Pancake isn't suitable for a Snape."

Severus kissed her brow, "I suppose you're right. She will need something more dignified. Waffle, perhaps?" he asked dryly and his wife swatted his arm. Pulling her into a tight embrace, he grinned down at her, "We have four more months to think of something. Don't worry, my goddess."

As usual, she melted into his arms shoving her worry aside for the moment. Four months was ample time to figure out a name for their daughter. She pecked his lips, "Let's get you fed, and then I'll show you two how to put together a crib the right way."

"Oh really now….?" he purred and in a surprising show of virility, he scooped up his young bride and made a beeline for the kitchen.