Disclaimer: I thought maybe after all this time, something would belong to me. But these beautiful characters-at least the ones you recognize, are not of my creation.

A/N: One question I've never answered is the title of this story. Why and how did I choose this? To answer real quick, no, it does not have any affiliation with the movie "Remember Me". Rather, I named my tale this because of letting go. July 2010 my ex erased me from his life entirely, claiming he wanted to forget me. From July to April, I on the other hand, did nothing but remember him. And whenever something happened, like a guy walking by with the same cologne as him or seeing a preview for a movie I knew he'd like, I would think to myself: Does he ever have moments like this? Does he remember me? And I think we all ask ourselves this. Relationships are built upon so many significant little moments, that when it's over we can only ask ourselves, will this forever remind him/her of me?

And so, I give you the final chapter of my story. It's so strange to think that I wrote this over the course of almost a year. Almost a whole year of my life is somehow recorded or in visible form. It shocks me. I can hardly believe it. But it's changed my life and I want you all to know that. When I started writing this, I had just had my wisdom teeth pulled and it was Christmas break. I had this deep dissatisfaction with my life and where it was headed-I didn't want to go back to school. Sometimes the only joy I ever felt this year was when I was writing. I never wanted to return to my art classes and parties. I would write for hours and when I felt that what I needed said had been written, I felt a piece of myself come together again.

It fixed my heart, too. You all listened to me and appreciated me-you encouraged me and, in a way, you needed me. (Sort of.) So you all gave me courage and because of Remember Me, I moved on from art and enrolled in school for Journalism with a minor in Creative Writing. Basically, thank you. Thank you to everyone, no matter how long you stuck with me on this.

You may not read my next story (and yes, I do have one planned) and maybe this story really had no significance on you. That's ok. But no matter what you think of my ending, and the story overall, I hope you all share one thing. I hope you all Remember Me.

Hermione:

She had found herself staring at too many empty rooms, lately. As she glanced around the room that her and Draco shared, she wondered if this was the last time she'd ever have to say goodbye to something that meant so much to her.

She wouldn't regret her decision. As much as she loved Draco-as sure as she was that he was the only one for her- she knew that she could never settle down until she was satisfied with her own life first. Her own and completely separate life.

In the end she only had two suitcases, which in all honestly, was much more than she had started out with. They contained clothes and a few pairs of shoes-some bronzer and lipstick-and then also, pictures.

Though they were not in her hands, she could see them as clearly as if they were.

There was one of her and Ginny. They were painting their nails with a special polish she had gotten for Christmas. You could see in the picture Ginny leaning over, her tongue out and her brow furrowed, trying not to get any on Hermione's cuticles. The color turned from blue to pink to purple and then to blue again.

A picture of Harry and Ron, at the table eating chicken with their bare hands, grease dripping on the table and shining on their faces. Ron had a piece stuck in his teeth and Harry needed to comb his hair. She could almost hear the laughter.

She had a picture of Arthur and Molly kissing over a sink full of dishes, bubbles everywhere and Ginny in the corner, mock sticking her finger down her throat.

And if she let herself mentally pick at the ones bellow that-the normal, non-moving pictures, she would be able to see a stack of pictures from her last month with Draco.

Once they had known she was leaving, once they had both let themselves go, it was so much easier to love each other. Funny how it worked like that, but it did. They tumbled down the well of a deep love with no limits, no boundaries and no end. It scared her…it scared him too, she thinks.

They had spent Christmas with the Weasley's and it was as perfect as a Christmas could possibly be. Between meals that Molly endlessly made, they went outside and played Quidditch, threw snowballs, sled down the hill that ended by a lake. They skinny-dipped in that lake, breaking the ice and coming out almost blue.

They ate as a family-all of them. It didn't matter that Hermione and Draco wouldn't last longer than a month, she curled up on his shoulder and stage-whispered dirty things in his ear. He blushed and George screamed profanities about proper dinner manners. Ginny and Harry avoided each other for a little while, but quickly fell into their old friendship. She was grateful that they made it look so easy. It comforted her in a way she didn't verbally express.

At night they curled up under quilt blankets that Molly made while everyone was at Hogwarts. Beautiful patched of moving stitches, telling stories about everyone growing up.

And when they left, they still had three weeks left, which they spent doing whatever came to their minds first. Roast marshmallows in the stove? Done. Curl up in the oven and spring out when the other is not expecting it? Done. Go out in the snow naked? Well, only she ended up doing that. It was something about how Draco wouldn't be "aesthetically pleasing" if he went out naked in the cold.

But the last week was harder, quieter…sad

She dragged out packing until the last day, and then they made love again and again all over the house, dragging his blankets everywhere to keep warm under.

And now here she was. Nothing but two suitcases and a bundle of pictures to keep with her wherever she went.

It gave her comfort knowing that Draco would be ok. He had a meeting arranged with his father to talk about his future. Draco and her had discussed exactly what he wanted so she held in her heart some hope that he would travel like he had wanted to and that his plans for having his own business would end up happening and not just exist only in the spaces between their skin.

He would exist without her. And she would exist without him.

"Are you ready?" Draco asked. He held one of her suitcases but he offered it over gently.

They had agreed she would get into the gate of the airport by herself. He had already helped her check in baggage and ate one last meal with her. No need to drag it out farther. He would apparate in the safety of a bathroom and she wouldn't look back.

"Yes." She smiled. "No. Not really."

"You'll be great." He opened her hand and wrapped it around the handle of her bag. It was heavy and she realized he had taken the larger one for her-carrying her load for her one last time.

A voice came on overhead, saying that it was her last call. It felt weird hearing her name. A sense of urgency rushed into her. This was it, she had to go now.

She dropped her bags and took a step towards him. He was wearing pressed pants and a button down. Easily, he was the most handsome man here. Easily he was the most handsome man anywhere.

"Kiss me?" she asked.

He bent down and took her face between his hands. Their lips met and for one, two, three seconds they were together. When they separated, so did they.

Don't cry, she warned herself. It's over now. You two are over.

"Goodbye, Hermione. And thank you for everything."

He turned as she picked up her bags. She didn't have much time.

"Draco!" she called and ran after him a little. He turned around and raised an eyebrow. "Draco…will you…will you remember me?"

A silly question to ask of someone she no longer shared a life with. Of course he wouldn't remember her-at least not eventually. He would meet other people and have a family, a job, a life. Her throat burned.

But then his eyes. They filled with tears and she knew that he was thinking the same thing that she was. There was no forgetting, at least not with them. They had come together to forget, but parting would not give the same effect. Parting would only lead to longing and longing would help them find each other again.

Maybe.

His eyes told her that he understood. He saw how happy this already made her, the little bud of excitement making a nest in her chest. They couldn't be together forever, not right now.

Forever belonged to people who had earned it and who fought for it. It was an end to one part of life and the beginning of another.. They simply hadn't reached that end.

"Always." He whispered, but she could hear him a million miles away.

She turned with her bags and walked down the aisle. Her ears strained to hear Draco walk in the opposite direction; the clack of his shoes hit the floor. And then she handed her pass to a smiling flight attendant. She got on the plane and sat down.

Always, she repeated in her head.

Always.