Cedric's Horcrux

2

"If you want to know what a man is like, take a look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals."

Sirius Black, GoF

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Selene's POV:

Cormac!' I yelled out, whining in dismay.

'What?' Cormac said, rolling his eyes but with a playful smile.

'I swear on my life I keep losing my broomstick, what's the charm thing again? I always forget it!' I complained.

'Not being funny Selene but with that awful broom it's better that it stays lost.' He teased as I playfully punched him in the chest but he pulled me into a hug.

Cormac Mclaggin has been my boyfriend for almost three years now at Hogwarts. We are in our fourth year together. It started off as a joke to be honest, an immature first year crush that I had on him due to his humour, and he just liked having someone to call his girlfriend, then it ended up being serious.

Well. As serious as two fifteen year olds could be!

It wasn't until we grew up together and our personalities became more outspoken and we grew into our appearances (he grew into his big ears and I grew into my at the time, rather thick eyebrows which now, frame my face very well thank you very much!) that we grew to like each other more and more, and now everyone always teases us by saying we might as well get engaged now to save the inevitable.

'You know how terrible I am at flying though - there's just no point having an expensive broom that I can't use. I don't play Quidditch either, you know how much that game bores me' I whined

'What you should be saying is "seeing as i have the most handsome and talented boyfriend ever, who happens to be such an agile keeper, please teach me, I beg of you!"' He said with a wink.

He still made my heart flutter.

I straightened my tight black school skirt and made sure my shirt was tucked in at the back before putting my Hogwarts cloak on, which showed off my Hufflepuff badge on. I used to wince and cringe the first few times I wore this; my dad was sympathetic and understanding but you could tell he was disappointed I was not a Gryffindor, my mum is fine with it now but only recently; and I always get stick from her.

She always kids, 'Going to Hogwarts, Selene? I thought after being sorted into Hufflepuff you might as well just take the next train back home?' She says with a wink, I know both of them are secretly devastated and complain all the time when I show aspects of cunning and ambition, or bravery and nerve that I've been sorted in the wrong house.

I cannot even begin to explain the shame that I wore on my shoulders for years. I've only just started taking liking to my house.

The first two years, no joke, I would complain to McGonagall that I was in the wrong house. The first three months I'd try so hard for the transfiguration test that she made us take in the first term just to get in her good books, then each year she would refuse me, and naturally i'd give up trying.

Cormac looked so smart in his school uniform, his crisp white shirt wrapping tightly around his arms, and how the red Gryffindor colours brought out his caramel eyes.

We set out to the great hall together, hand in hand, a sight people have been used to for so many years now that nobody even bats an eyelid. I pull my hair out of my bun that I slept in so it falls softly around my face.

We laughed at the first years looking so scared as they entered the hall, and it had us reminiscing about seeing each other in the Great Hall for the first time and sharing memories of when we first liked each other, a ritual that we did every year starting September first together before parting ways and he went off to his table as I did to mine.