Chapter 14-

Hermione gazed at herself in the mirror. She couldn't believe her eyes. Ginny had managed to work a second miracle. She looked gorgeous, she thought in disbelief.

'Ginny, I…I don't know what to say,' said Hermione.

'Well then, don't. You should have enough faith in my makeover skills by now,' said Ginny unable to hide the smug look on her face.

'It is my second time down the aisle,' muttered Hermione ashamedly.

After Draco and Hermione had moved in together, it hadn't taken Draco even a week to propose to her. Hermione had been hesitant to say yes at first, not because she didn't love Draco but because her first try at having a wedding had resulted in such a huge scandal.

'Don't you dare feel ashamed about what my good-for-nothing brother did,' said Ginny her eyes flashing angrily. Just because Ron was her brother didn't mean that she had forgiven him. He had shown up at her and Harry's house and begged them to forgive her. They had absolutely refused to speak to him. He had gone to The Burrow too. While Mrs. Weasley had slightly melted, Mr. Weasley was having none of his nonsense.

Hermione smiled at Ginny gratefully and said, 'Honestly, Ginny, thank you so much. I don't know what I would do without you. Harry and Draco are great but they are, well, boys.' She rolled her eyes.

'Don't worry about it, gorgeous. It's your day, go enjoy it,' said Ginny smiling at her warmly.

'And this time the groom is right there waiting for you,' said a new male voice.

'Dad!' exclaimed Hermione delighted.

Hermione's father, Dr, Granger, stood right behind gazing at his daughter proudly.

'Honey, you look beautiful,' he said.

Hermione blinked back tears and said, 'Oh dad, I'm so glad you're here,'

'How could I not be? It's painful having to give your daughter away but it's slightly reassuring if he is a good man,' said Dr. Granger his eyes misting over too.

'Are you all ready? Everyone's waiting!' said Hermione's mother rushing in.

Dr. Granger looked at his daughter expectantly and when she nodded, held out his arm and smiled when she took it.

xxxxx

So no one was ready to talk to him. No freaking one. Not even Harry, his best friend since their first year at Hogwarts. Ron knew that it was his fault that he was completely alone. He wanted to do something to make it right. Anything. He knew groveling and begging wouldn't work. That might have worked if Hermione hadn't been so publicly humiliated because of that newspaper article. If it wasn't bad enough for her to find out that he had had an affair with another woman after proposing, she had to find out about it just like everyone else. She would never forgive him for crushing her like this.

If only he could retract that article. Or stop Sally from passing the information to the writer, thought Ron dejectedly.

Wait. That was it. He could find out who the writer was and make him or her, whoever it was, to apologize to Hermione publicly. It would not make her talk to him again but it might make her hate him a bit less than she already did.

Ron's mind worked furiously. He knew that he would have to find Sally to get to the writer. If finding Sally wasn't difficult enough, he knew he would have to claw his way through a pit of jelly to get her to release information about the writer. Still, he at least had to try.

He removed the muggle invented device they called cell phones and was relieved to see that he hadn't lost Sally's number. He didn't trust these things to work efficiently. He called her and waited for her to pick up.

Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up, please-

'Hello?' Ron heard Sally's voice! 'Hello, is anyone there?' she repeated.

Ron shook his head and disguised his voice a bit. He had figured why she picked his call up, she didn't have his number. He had only called her once from a public phone booth.

He remembered Sally had met someone called 'Boss' in a park in Australia. He knew that if he told her it was him, Ron, she would hang up. However, something told him that if he told her he was 'Boss' then she would listen.

'Sally, it's me boss,' said Ron desperately hoping that she would fall for his trick.

'Who?' she asked rudely.

'What do you mean who? You know very well who it is,' said Ron trying to sound intimidating.

'Gunther? What happened to your voice?' asked Sally suspiciously.

Ron gulped and said, 'Nothing. I guess there is a connection problem. Anyway, I have some important news for you.'

'What is it?' she already sounded bored.

'I can't tell you over the phone. You'll have to meet me,' said Ron slightly more confidently now that Sally had bought it that he was Gunther.

'I'm not sure I can. I'm kind of busy nowadays,' replied Sally hesitantly.

'Well, I guess I'll tell my boss that you're not willing to meet us,' said Ron. He knew this would do the trick.

'Wait, what? She wants to meet me?' asked Sally in a stunned voice.

Ron knew that it had been the right thing to mention the writer. Sally sounded star struck, which meant that she, the writer, was very famous.

'Yes,' he replied curtly.

'I'll be there, Gunther. Tell me when and where,' said Sally her entire demeanor changing.

Ron smirked and said, 'Diagon Alley, tomorrow at six in the evening,'

Then he hung up the phone without waiting for an answer. The first phase of his plan had worked. Now he had to come up with a fool-proof way of making Sally spill the identity of the writer.

Okay, so I know I said this would be the last chapter but I just couldn't resist dragging this story out a little longer. I'm sorry if you were waiting for the end. Anyway, I updated faster than the time I took to update the last chapter. I know I took too long for this one too but I'll make it up to you guys by updating the next chapter very soon!

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