Summer of Change (GxG) - A Hermione Fanfic

Chapter 19

Godric, I said it.

I finally blood said it.

It might have been a mistake, but with me saying it out loud, a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. After holding it in for so long, I needed to do this... not only for myself... but for Molly, too. I wasn't too keen on the idea of my soulmate rejecting me, but I couldn't keep it in any longer.

I wanted Molly to know...

And now she knew.

Molly's face was pale, and her eyes were wide like saucers.

Silence settled around us, and I was starting to think that telling her had been a bad idea...

I mean, of course, she was.

Molly was mourning her husband and children!

I wouldn't right know what to do if someone way younger than me confessed when we were just trying to have breakfast.

What have I done...?

I'm such an arse...

I hope...

I hope she doesn't hate me now. Merlin, what if she does? What if my soulmate hates me because I'm an insensitive arse? I feel like I'm going to throw up...

"-Mione? Hermione!" Molly yelled and I noticed she was closer than she was before.

Why- why is she so close? I thought she would've left by now...

"I..." I tried to say, but my voice hitched, and I felt like I was on the verge of tears.

How many times would I cry in front of my other half?

Could she even still accept me after this?

"Hermione? Sweetheart? Why are you crying?" Molly asked softly as she sat next to me, her hand coming up to swipe the tears that actually started to fall, and feeling her touch was nothing shy of pure bliss.

My mind broke a little when Molly called me sweetheart, but moved on quickly to more depressing thoughts. I mean, how could it not? I was selfish, wasn't I, for speaking of this when it's clearly far too soon.

"I'm such an arse..." I whimpered.

"What? Why would you say that?" Molly questioned.

"I-I wasn't t-thinking about y-you at a-all." I confessed, lip quivering, body starting to shake.

"Hermione... you need to calm down for me before we can talk properly. Can you do that, sweet girl?" Molly asked, warmth radiating from her very being, and the way she spoke to me, resonated with my soul.

I looked at her and couldn't help but stare.

Maybe she is a goddess...

Fiery red hair like the sun...

Boundless compassion...

A heart of gold...

"The light to my darkness..." I whispered lowly, something clicking in my brain.

"Hermione? Are you okay? Please talk to me." Molly begged, desperation lacing her voice.

Picking my gaze up off the floor, my eyes turned to my goddess, and I swallowed roughly. I didn't think it was true, but who else could it be? It would make sense. No one else was there that day when I gave up. When I thought life wasn't worth living.