Love is Pain: A Sequel to Pain is Bitter

Chapter One-[Personalized T-shirts and Aurora]

Summary: Hermione and Draco are now engaged and working as interns at Hogwarts, but a new Dark Lord is on the rise. Additionally, Hermione is dealing with her Father still... will our fave couple survive their troubles and reach married bliss?

Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. Probably never will own 'em.

"DRACO! Are you done in there yet?" Hermione yelled through the bathroom door.

"No! But while you're waiting, would you mind packing my bags?" Draco yelled back, his voice muffled by the shower-water. Hermione gaped at the door.

"PACK YOUR BAGS?!"

"Well, we are engaged! And there aren't any house elves around here!" Draco whined.

"It's a muggle hotel you dolt! And what? In the Malfoy family the fiancee is supposed to pack the bags?!" Hermione banged her fist on the door and heard the shower turn off. "Oh great, now I've invoked the wrath of the Dragon of Immortality." She muttered sarcastically under her breath.

The loving and adoring engaged couple had decided to spend the remainder of their

summer holidays in Cuba after the… uh, unfortunate and stressful events that had already occurred that year. Hermione had passed her O.W.L.S with a 12, and they had both gotten their apparation licenses. They were staying at a muggle hotel in 2 rooms adjoined by a shared bathroom.

"Yes. Unless you want to die. Listen, we'll miss our flight if you don't at least help me, babe!" Draco said, opening the door and standing there in only a towel. Hermione averted her gaze, blushing slightly.

"Babe? Where'd that come from? You've been watching TV again, haven't you?" Hermione asked. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Pretty pretty please?" He begged, using his puppy face. Hermione heaved a long-suffering sigh.

"I suppo…"

"Thanks! You're the greatest fiancee ever!" Draco said, giving her a peck on the cheek and slamming the bathroom door in her face. Hermione groaned.

"It wasn't the puppy face, you know!" She yelled.

"Yeah, sure." Draco said confidently under the noise of a hair dryer. Hermione headed into his room.

He'd already started packing, at least, Hermione thought as she surveyed the half-emptied drawers and the neat stacks of clothing on the bed. She opened the green and silver suitcase (she'd have to see about that after they got married…) and began piling clothes into it. His pants, socks, sweaters (We're in Cuba for God's sake, this boy packs heavy!), shoes, his trunks, and t-shirts…

Hermione found out that, yes, in fact, all of Draco's t-shirts were made especially for him. And there were quite a few. She flipped through them, laughing occasionally.

It's hot down there (with a downward arrow)

No officer, there's no blood in my Butterbeer sysyem

If you're reading this shirt, you were looking for abs (you found 'em)

Beam me up, Draco, there's no intelligent life down here

That guy in the mirror is hot!

Today's forecast: Draco followed by women

Stop drooling and dial 1-800-dmalfoy

Stop pinching yourself! Pinch me instead…(Hermione stuffed that one in her pocket with a grim smile)

I'll pick you up at 3:00 AM (when you're dreaming)

It hurt when I fell from heaven, but you can soothe me… Hermione giggled madly.

Yes, you can feed me grapes… Hermione chuckled.

No, these aren't astronaut pants…Hermione laughed.

I don't have a big ego, I'm just smarter than you. Hermione shrieked. Draco came out of the bathroom and stared at her. She stared at his shirt. It was black and read in large white letters…

I'm not sure if the sun shines out of my arse…probably, but you can check. That was the end. Hermione collapsed on the bed, laughing hysterically and banging her fist on the pillow. Draco shrugged in a bewildered fashion and went back into the bathroom, smoothing his hair.

Ten minutes later, Hermione stopped laughing and composed herself (slightly). She wiped the tears off her face and ran a shaky hand through her tangled hair. That boy was conceited, but she loved him, God help her… She put a stack of boxers into the suitcase, grinning mischievously. She hauled a pair of green silky ones out and waved them around, saying in a deep voice…

"Hello, my name is Draco Malfoy and I'm a conceited chauvinistic asshole!" She arranged the boxers so that it looked like they were talking.

"I have two freaky Death Eater parents who followed the Dark Lord and hate muggle borns. I have many misused house elves and I have many t-shirts proclaiming my egotistical self a 'hottie' and such. I'm also engaged to the best girl on earth…" The boxers said in deeply-accented English. They continued on…

"I am so sexy and incredible, and when I marry Hermione, aforementioned best girl on earth, I will be a faithful and perfect husband who obeys my wife's every whim and makes supper every night and…" Hermione heard laughter behind her and blushed scarlet. Her fiancee had just caught her using his boxers as a conversational companion…

"Hermione sweetie, I have enough money to buy you real friends, if that's what you want. You can put the boxers down now." Draco said, wrapping his arms around her from behind and grabbing the boxers, then putting them in his bag. Hermione turned around, her face still red. He had put on a denim jacket over his 'sun shine' shirt and wore a pair of jeans.

"How can you wear that? It's so hot!" Hermione said. Draco looked at himself in the mirror.

"Yeah, it is hot isn't it?" He agreed, earning a pillow in the back of the head.

"I meant the weather, you pig!" She said, flopping onto the bed. She herself wore a light blue knee-length floral print shirt and flowing white peasant top. She getting uncomfortably hot in just that clothing.

"It'll be colder in Britain, sweetie. But I still don't see why we have to take the plane! We should just apparate!" Draco said, whining again.

"We've never apparated that far, Gods know what might happen! We could get spliced! And… oh shit! The plane! We're going to be late! Hurry!" Hermione sprung off the bed and ran into her own room, grabbing her charmed suitcase (magically featherlight!) and ran down the hall, down the stairs and jumped into the rental car. She shoved the keys in the ignition, and started to turn them, as they had already signed out of the hotel during breakfast. "Draco!" She gasped, looking around the parking lot frantically. What was taking him so long. "That slimy little wanker, if he makes me miss that goddamn plane…"

"Now I see how you talk about me when I'm not around, maybe I should reconsider my proposal." Draco drawled. Hermione spun, he was sitting in the passenger seat, smirking at her. She started the car and pulled out.

"Apparation?" She asked.

"Yep. Dunno why you don't use it more."

"I'm just not used to it yet."

"Alright. I'll remind you next time then."

"You might've made me thirty seconds late. I think you did, in fact." Hermione said. Draco just looked out the window serenely as the scenery sped by.

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"Hermione, can you open the crackers for me?" Draco asked for the 3rd time. Hermione sighed.

"How many crackers are you going to eat this trip, Draco?" She said tiredly as she opened the crackers. "And when are you going to learn how to open them yourself?"

"I'm hungry." Draco said through a mouthful of the crackers. Hermione leaned her head on the window and closed her eyes. Draco really could be a handful… quite tiring, really.

Ten minutes later

"Hermione, can you open this can for me?" Draco asked, watching a movie and shoving the can of gingerale towards Hermione. "Mione?" He asked, looking over at her. She was fast asleep. He wondered whether to wake her, he was really thirsty, but decided against it. He had to figure these muggle things out for himself. It was embarrassing, always asking Hermione. He, in a rare moment of good judgement, held the can away from him, out in the aisle. "Now, what to do?" He muttered to himself. A lightbulb went on. He shook it! That'll make it pop, probably. Oops, it didn't. The little tab… right, he had seen Hermione doing something with that.

Draco reached down, curled his finger around the tab, and pulled…

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Mrs. Aurora Duldem, a jolly old widow, sat down in her seat and opened a magazine entitled 'Gardening for Elderly Ladies'. She had just found the article on 'indoor gardening for the fall and winter' when the ink began to run. She turned her head to see the source of the yellow, fizzy liquid and got a stream of it in the face.

"OH!" She yelled, holding her magazine in front of her face.

"Miss, I'm so, so sorry! I'm so… are you ok? Is there anything I can do? Mungo on a cross, I've ruined your magazine! And your hair! Oh ma'am, it was a mistake…"

"Shush!" Aurora said exasperatedly, she couldn't even hear herself think over the youngster's prattling! There was instantaneous silence, but she could still feel a napkin, patting her face urgently and a little roughly. "OH!" She exclaimed again, pushing the well-meaning hands away and putting on her glasses. She threw her dripping magazine on the floor, so it wouldn't drip on her anymore, and looked at the boy who knelt before her, remorse clear on his features. "Now." She said, and the boy waited patiently for her to continue. But she was studying him. He seemed earnest, with his halo-like blonde hair and pale, regretful features. "What is your name, young man, and what is your game?" She said smartly. The boy gained a little color upon seeing that she wasn't screaming at him.

"Ehm, D-Draco Malfoy ma'am, and uh, it wasn't a game, I was trying to open my drink, honest!" He exclaimed. Aurora looked doubtfully at the can, which was sideways and must have been shaken up.

"What country are you from?"

"Well, Britain Ma'am."

"Have you never had a carbonated drink before, boy?" She asked sharply.

"No Ma'am." The boy replied, shaking his head, his eyes wide to emphasize his point. Aurora's eyes narrowed. A British boy who had never drank a can of soda pop? Hmmph.

"He hasn't Ma'am." Came a feminine voice from behind the boy, and he moved aside so Aurora could see clearly a petite girl with fire in her eyes and a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder. Aurora nearly laughed. No need to worry, Lioness, I won't hurt your boy, although I don't know about the reverse of that… she almost said aloud. "Listen, I would know, he's my fiancee, and he's not very cultured…" The girl continued. The boy began to protest the last remark but kept quiet at a look.

"Got him well under control. II like that. And… wait, did you say fiancee?" Aurora asked excitedly. The girl nodded warily. Aurora shook her hand eagerly. "My name is Aurora Duldem, here's my card, thanks for the invitation, dearie's." She said, turning back to her soggy magazine. The children gaped at her.

"Did you just invite yourself to out wedding?" The girl asked. Aurora looked at them, smiling distractedly.

"Why yes, darling, I did. See you there." She said, waiting for a reaction. The girl smiled in an almost admiring way.

"Hermione Granger, and my clumsy, uncultured fiancee, Draco Malfoy." She said, shaking Aurora's hand firmly.

Hermione and Draco settled back into their seats.

"Y'know, I meet the most interesting people on planes." Hermione said, closing her eyes again and cosying up to Draco's shoulder. Draco looked down at her.

"Don't get too comfortable, sweetie, I need to go get a Ginger Ale and you can open it for me." He said, unbuckling his seat belt. Hermione fell onto his seat when he got up.

"God, being engaged is more work than I thought it would be." She groaned. Across the aisle, a certain old lady smiled.

"Not as much work as being married is, dearie. Not near."

TBC

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AN: Alright, you can all tell I like people on planes! Aurora is based on Suzanne Schuurman, A lovely lady who I adore, who isn't a widow, thankfully! She's plump and grey and sweeter than candy. I'm baaaaaaaaaaaack! Since you all were begging for a sequel, I decided to give it you *smirks and polishes nails on shirt*. My week-long hiatus from any and all writing has been heaven, but my fingers are starting to itch… had to write more! This story will NOT be nearly as easy to put out, as exams are coming up and I have recently discovered that studying improves your grades… hmm, never woulda thunk it. After exams, I'm doing New York and my Grandparents for a month, then it's off to boarding school for moi. I don't know what the writing/posting situation there will be, although my parents are working on getting me a laptop *jumps up and down*. So don't expect the fast updates you got with Pain is Bitter, although I will try my very very hardest! Oh Gods, my Mum is still ranting about me marrying Prince William. Pity me. Pity pity. Now, to clean up my overflow reviews from Pain is Bitter:

Thanks to reviewers:

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