A/N: Yeah, yeah, I know I haven't finished my other stories. I'm terrible. I've really lost interest in all the other ones other than You Bring Me Home so I really don't know why I don't just take them off…

I promise you that I will update You Bring Me Home, but I have to have some fun for now with a new one before I go mad. This one takes place after Hogwarts, following JKR's storyline, as of HBP.

Pairings: R/Hr, H/G, and whatever else I come up with I'll add to this list as I go along.

Anyways, enough blabbering, the story…

Remember Me

Full Summary: And the Greatest of these is love. But what love is left after fighting, cheating, and cruel words arise? Was there really love between Ron and Hermione, or was the destiny not there to begin with. Will they ever be together in the end, or is all hope lost? Can Harry and Ginny pick up the fragments of their broken hearts and mend them together as one? Has Voldemort, and challenges between all of the characters, not just Ron and Hermione. R/Hr, H/G. Please R&R!

Prologue

The glass shattered as the crystal vase hit the oak floorboards with massive force. Shards went flying through the air and covered the spotless wood surface. They stood facing each other, staring each other down, chocolate brown against turquoise. Her sobs broke the silence every so often, but as he reached out to comfort her she pulled away quickly.

"Promises," she said with fury, between the sobs, "wasn't that what they were?"

"Hermione," he reached out to her once again but she pulled herself away again.

"Don't touch me! Don't you dare touch me!" she threatened very forcefully. Ron looked down at the shattered crystal on the floor. He had given that to her as a symbol of his love for her a year ago, upon their graduation from Hogwarts. He hadn't been ready for marriage, neither had she, but he knew they would be together forever. That had been the symbol, and now here it was, strewn across Hermione's living room floor.

The silence was gut wrenching, mind breaking, and deafening. Her breath was hard, as she stared at him. His eyes fell once again to the floor in his shame.

"I never, ever, would hurt you," Ron whispered, emotion choking his voice.

"Oh really?" Hermione asked, starting to sound hysterical, "Because you did, Ron! You did!"

"Hermione, it meant nothing to me!" Ron pleaded earnestly, his eyes going slightly glossy. If he had been in Hogwarts still, he would have stormed away in anger by now, but he couldn't. He couldn't leave her, because it pained him too much. "Why can't you understand that?"

"You kissed her Ron!" Hermione said with despair, "And it wasn't just a little kiss between friends. You kissed her the way you kiss me! The way that took you a whole year to get the nerve to kiss me! Now, now you do it to some woman in one minute!"

"She did it to me!" Ron pleaded keeping his eyes fixed on his shoes, "I, I just don't know…it just happened."

"Look at me!" Hermione said. Ron did nothing. Slap! He put his hand to his cheek where she slapped him, "Look at me for God's sake!"

"What do you want from me?" Ron asked, anger clouding over his face, "I can't tell you anything that I haven't already said. It meant nothing to me! Yes, I kissed her, but there was nothing there! Nothing! There was no love, no passion, it was empty, it was bitter! I love you Hermione!"

"Don't give me that!" she said as tears ran down her pale face, only slightly reddened from her fury. "Just answer my question. What was it that you said to me? What were those promises you made me? Did they mean anything to you? Or do you say them to every girl you meet?"

"You don't think I meant what I said? You don't think I love you, that I always will, that I would die for you?" Ron said, his heart breaking at her cruel words. "You don't think that when I do this it means something?"

He grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms, stepping on the broken glass, thrusting her chin up forcefully. He pushed his lips against hers with warm fury and passion. She remained stiff in his arms as the tears rolled from her cheeks onto his. Her mind was growing fuzzy and her thoughts became blurred as she stood beneath him, his touch tingling every sense.

She pushed against him gently with her arms, moving him away from her. When he opened his eyes he saw hers boring into him, full of pain and deep sadness. He could have killed himself, knowing that he was the one who had put it in her eyes.

"Forgive me," Ron pleaded, a single tear running down his cheek, "Please Hermione…I can't live without you."

"I," she paused her heart breaking into two, tearing her apart, pain stabbing her with a thousand knives, "I can't."

Ron stared at her, her words slowly replaying in his head. His world crashed down on him, pushing him into the ground. He couldn't breathe, or think. He couldn't see anything that was happening around him. His world had just stopped, and he didn't know whether it would ever start again.

"Ron," Hermione said, putting her hand on his arm, "I just can't."

"Yeah," Ron said, despair in his voice, he turned away from her, running a hand through his thick red hair.

"Leave Ron," Hermione said, walking to the door to turn the handle, giving up completely. She didn't know what to say, and she couldn't say anything. She just needed him to leave, and she didn't think she could look at him again. "Please."

Ron walked to the door and stood on the doorstep. He turned to her and looked down at her face. "Hermione, I love you, and I always will."

Hermione let another tear fall, but she shook her head. She closed the door, leaving Ron standing there to stare at the closed door. Looking down at the broken crystal on the floor, letting the tears fall as violent sobs wracked her body, she placed a hand over her heart. She slid down the door, her back against it and sat on the cold floor.

"I love you too," she whispered, rocking herself gently.