Sorry I haven't written for a long time. I have recently developed a relationship with another website. Very sorry.

This is the LAST CHAPTER. Enjoy. Leave a gift at the end, please.

Gilderoy was kissing her. She responded warmly, with almost rough enthusiasm. Well then, the rumors were true.

They were almost complete opposites. He cared more about being clean and fashionable than anything else. She, however, didn't seem to mind being so damp with sweat that her clothes stuck to her body. He loved thinking of himself as an author, signing books and pictures of himself, all in the cool comfort of a bookstore. She longed to be able to ride a dragon – as childish and impossible as it may seem to others. He would rather be known everywhere he went, while she would just like to stay hidden in the shadows.

Gilderoy found her qualities charming – strange, but in a cute way. However, he knew they wouldn't work out. Emily didn't understand. They would both be trapped together if he didn't do something. If he tried to remove himself from this relationship she would be hurt and withdraw herself from him, only to come back with her efforts redoubled.

It would have just been easiest if he had never met her.

He pulled himself up from his cot, withdrawing his arm that had been curled over her sleeping form.

Lockhart walked to the door, dragging the one suitcase he'd been living from after him. He paused before walking out, turning to her. "Obliviate!" he cried harshly, his wand directed at the cocoon that snugly wrapped around her.

She tossed, face burying into her pillow and he could no longer see her face, still sweet and blissful with slumber, as if nothing had changed. But there was still a small depression where he had once been next to her.

As he left and walked off into his new life, he felt moisture patter on his cheeks; somehow he couldn't figure out whether they were tears or rain… There was a strange feeling delving deep into his chest. Pain? Relief? Joy? He missed her and it saddened him that she wouldn't have anything to miss.

He wouldn't write that book. Dueling with Dragons, or Dealing with Dragons. Whatever he would have called it wasn't going to ever be read. His publisher would be pissed, true. If he didn't sully those pages with false recollections of his heroic actions, maybe, just maybe, he would always have those few simple and true memories, untainted.

xVx

"Excuse me?" a voice said uncertainly. "Are you alright?"

Lockhart found that he was still shaking her hand, repeatedly. "Oh, yes," he said, delicately removing his hand.

"Hey, aren't you that bloke with all those books out? Voyages with Vicars? Trolloping with Trolls?" the red-headed man asked with slight humor in his voice.

"Travels with Trolls," Lockhart found himself correcting.

"You're not here to write Dancing with Dragons, are you?" Emily asked, grinning.

"No, but I heard that the Chinese Fireball enjoys a good tango," he countered.

Datura peered curiously at Emily and Lockhart. "Oh, and this is Datura," he added quickly, once the two women's stares met.

"So, would you like to sit down?" Emily asked after a moment of the four of them standing around awkwardly. "Is there anything you wanted?"

"No. I've got what I needed," he said quietly. "It was very nice meeting you two."

He took Datura's hand and the two of them made their way back to the portkey that Jack Hardy had arranged for them.

Datura sighed. Back to our normal lives. But then again, was anything normal around a man who owned thirty-four different hair products? At least he wouldn't be whining about lost memories now.

"What now?" Datura asked him as they made their way to his ward.

He sighed. "Now we make memories."

"No, I mean, you aren't stuck here anymore. You've fully recovered and all. You're free to go off house-hunting for a place with dozens of closets."

Was it just him, or did she sound…miserable?

They stopped outside of his room.

"I guess I'll never see you again," he said slowly.

She shrugged, tucking some straggling hairs behind an ear. "I guess."

The two of them stood there, unsure. He leaned forward and pressed his lips softly to hers, looking into her startled gray eyes. "Maybe we could see each other again," he suggested, pulling back.

"How about tomorrow, during my lunch break," Datura said numbly, still shocked.

"Perfect, see you then," he chimed.

They stood there, still looking at each other. He wasn't leaving; neither was she.

"Well, I have to get my stuff. It'll take a while to pack my closets. We'll need to arrange transportation. That could take hours…"

"Uh, yeah," Datura responded nervously. "The packing will take at least a few days."

He agreed.

At that moment she couldn't have been happier about the existence of his five closets.

I'm REALLY mega-sorry for not posting. I got distracted by life. I had this written a few weeks ago, but I never got a chance to post.

I'll be around, don't worry (though I'm not sure some of you are worried or even care –sob-). I'm working on another story and I'm six chapters in so far, but I'm not sure if it'll work yet, so I'm not going to post.

It is possible that Emily – like Lockhart – will regain her memories. But for now, I think I'll leave her blissfully unaware in the arms of the handsomely freckled Charlie (every woman who meets him will believe that calloused hands are the new style).

Now that I've finished this story, it's time to do my over-the-summer-work (homework incognito). Eh, I'll do it tomorrow. It's an at least ten-day project that will take at least an hour out of every day. Maybe more. I REALLY don't want to do it.

Enjoy your summers (assuming school hasn't begun for you yet). Frozen lemonade is awesome. Try it!

HUUUGE THANK YOU'S TO….

EvilLittleNerd1981 – ORANGE JUICE!!

Kore-of-Myth – You're one of my favorite authors so thanks for reviewing. –eyes shine in awe-

IH8Abbreviations – Great oneshots! I love your penname.

Noc007

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Scholarlydimwit – Miss you! I have to start my project! NOOO. I'm glad you're coming back. Hope your trip was good.

Constructive criticism is REALLY appreciated.

-R