A/N: I had requests for a second chapter so here you all go. And I'm upping the rating to M just in case it gets raunchy.
Without Severus Snape's presence in the muggle RV, life seemed dull to Harry and Hermione. The pair had become so attuned to the grumblings and aura of the older potions master that the radiant energy that once filled the small home had lessened to that of a trickle. Hermione stood washing dishes at the sink; the sleeves of her denim polo were rolled to her elbows and the edge of dark underwear poked out near the hemline of the shirt.
She sighed. "Harry?"
"Yes, Mione?"
She turned away from the sudsy water to look across the room. "Would you mind bringing in the chairs? I think it may rain."
"Of course, dear." Thunder began to rumble in the distance and Hermione frowned at the brewing thunderhead clouds. "Wherever he is, he will be okay."
She dropped a cup into the sink. "He's been gone a week, Harry."
Outside Harry angrily folded the lawn chairs and brought them close to the house. "Well for cripes sake, do you blame the man?" She dried her hands and looked at him. "All you and I have done is sleep, drink coffee, and smoke fags for days. I'm depressed as shit and I love you as much as Severus does. I wish I could use magic to make it better but nothing magical or muggle can take away this pain."
"I just want him to come home to us!" Hot tears pricked at the corners of her eyes and she turned to run down the tiny hallway. Harry reached out and grabbed her arm. He pulled her close to his frame and buried his face in her messy hair.
"I want him to come home too but I'm here for you right now and I love you." Harry pulled back and looked into her brown orbs. "I love you and I love whoever this child may have been." He pressed his palm into Hermione's flat tummy. "I'm so saddened by this and someday things will happen again but for now let me love you."
He leaned down and pressed a kiss just beneath her jaw. "Okay," she breathed.
Harry kissed her deeply and began working the buttons on her shirt. The denim shirt soon fell to the ground and the two descended to the kitchen floor. Harry caressed the curves of Hermione's frame and she began to make quick work of his trousers.
"Harry…please…" He yanked the dark fabric from her frame and tossed it over her shoulder.
In the confined space of the kitchen, Harry's back was soon pressed into the cheap tile and Hermione sank onto his erect member. The skin of her throat was exposed as she threw her head back and the pencil holding her hair came loose. Caramel curls shrouded her face as she rose up and then slowly sank back down onto Harry.
Harry groaned as he was once again fully enveloped by her tight heat. "Don't torture me…" He gripped her hips as she rose again and he pulled her down harder onto him. "If…you...want...a….sl-slow…languorous fucking…" he breathed. "I'll…show you…that…in bed…later…"
Hermione began to ride Harry quicker as he pulled her in deeper each time. Harry yanked her down and he spilled into her with a load groan. The deep entry hit Hermione in the right spot and her walls tightened around him as orgasmic waves washed over her.
Sweaty, the two lay collapsed together on the small kitchen floor as rain drummed on the metal rooftop.
"Maybe we aren't ready for a family yet," she murmured.
He ran his fingers through her curls. "Perhaps not. But someday we'll have one." He kissed the top of her head and began to sit up. Her fingers clutched the denim shirt and she pulled it over her shoulders. Thunder boomed up above and the two sat close together in the warm glow of the trailer.
Harry soon stood to open the refrigerator door and Hermione leaned up against the counter drawing her panties over her hips. Her eyes were drawn to something out the window.
"Harry…I think he's home…"
The raven-haired man watched as a figure, drenched by the rain, passed through the wards and towards the RV door. The metal door swung open and a dripping Severus stood on the stairs.
