AN: I know this is a fairly neglected fandom, but I'm hoping my story reaches a few people. I hate how small the selection of Salem/Sabrina fanfiction is and I wanted to try my hand at writing one of my own. Let me know what you think. Your opinions would be greatly appreciated :)

Chapter 1:

Sabrina closed the spellbook with a groan and flopped onto her bed, having had enough witch practice for one day. She had spent the past two hours trying in vain to get the complex spell to work. She was fed up and just wanted to get magic off of her mind.

Apparently, that wasn't going to happen. As she lay on her bed trying to think of anything else, her mind kept going back to that spell. Sabrina covered her face with her hands and let out a long exasperated sigh. As she did so, Salem waltz into the room, Perfect timing as always. He was poised to make a smug comment as usual, which would only add to her frustration.

She didn't even have to look up to know he was there staring at her. He had such a large and imposing presence that she could always tell when he entered a room. All the cat-like grace in the world couldn't change that.

Sabrina sat up and glared at Salem. He just sat there looking at her, flicking his tail.

"You and I both know you have some smug comment to make, so you may as well just say it," Sabrina said impatiently. She was not in the mood for his snark right now.

"Sabrina, Sabrina, Sabrina… Would I do such a thing?" Salem purred.

Sabrina laughed sarcastically.

"Okay, maybe I would. You caught me," he smirked, enjoying the cynical look on her face. He loved to push her buttons.

"What is it about my frustration that brings you such happiness?" she asked incredulously.

"It takes my mind off of my own misfortune," he said simply.

She just stared at him, waiting for him to continue.

"So, whatchya been trying to do this time?" he asked with a smirk.

"If you must know, I was trying to do a very complicated spell."

"Maybe I can help, what spell was it?" Salem asked with genuine curiosity, his adoration for Sabrina getting the best of him yet again.

He knew he shouldn't feel this way about her, but he did. He had for years now. He couldn't help himself, he loved everything about her. Her smile, the twinkle in her eyes, the smell of her hair, the way she didn't put up with shit from anybody. Everything about this woman drove him mad.

"Are you actually trying to help or are you just using this as another way to make fun of me?" she asked.

Salem was taken aback by her words.

"Sabrina, I've never made fun of you. I may ruffle your feathers from time to time, but believe me, I don't do it to belittle you," he replied, hurt evident in his voice.

Sabrina felt bad for having said what she said. She knew Salem genuinely cared about her. She just had trouble believing it sometimes.

"Sorry, Salem. This spell has me a little too worked up I guess. Umm I think it was a transfiguration spell or something like that," Sabrina said hesitantly.

"Wow you weren't kidding. Transfiguration spells really are big league," he said playfully, easing the tension in the room.

Sabrina smiled and gave a breathy laugh. She always felt a little self-conscious when Salem was being nice to her.

Salem pawed through the huge book, searching for the illustrious spell. It took him a few minutes, but he finally found it. He sat there quietly, evaluating the spell.

"I don't know what I'm doing wrong… I have everything the spellbook says I need and as far as I know I've been saying it right, so I don't see what the problem is," Sabrina explained.

"Hmm maybe you should try doing it again. That way I can see for myself what the problem is," he said logically.

Sabrina stood up from her bed and walked back over to the spellbook with a sigh. "Okay, may as well give it another shot," she said.

Salem smiled and waited patienly.

Sabrina started chanting the Latin words of the spell, paying close attention to get them right. She did her best to keep her mind focused on the spell, knowing that thinking about something else could lead to disaster.

Just as she was about to finish the spell Salem broke her concentration by hacking up a hairball.

"Salem!" she shouted.

Her room quickly filled with smoke, signaling her that the spell was working. She started to panic, knowing that the spell did not go as planned. She coughed, trying to clear the smoke from her lungs. It didn't take long for it to clear, but what she saw now would stay with her forever.

She stood there staring, slack jawed, at a now very naked, and very human, Salem. She couldn't believe her eyes. Salem was human again! She knew she was going to be in a world of trouble, but right now she was having trouble focusing on that. Instead her mind was preoccupied with ogling Salem.

Never in her wildest dreams had Sabrina imagined the real Salem to be this attractive. He was at least 6 feet tall with long black shaggy hair and piercing hazel eyes. The real Salem was not lanky like cat Salem. Oh no. Human Salem was one toned, muscular man. Sabrina couldn't help but be attracted to him.

It took her a few seconds to realize she was staring at him. She quickly averted her eyes, her face turning crimson in embarrassment at what she just did.

"Like what you see?" Salem asked confidently.

He couldn't help but feel smug about her reaction. He had wanted her to look at him like this for so long and now she finally was. He could smell her arousal and it was getting him excited, which was not a good thing considering his current state.

He quickly grabbed the sheet off of Sabrina's bed and wrapped it around his waist in an attempt to conceal himself.

"You can look again… I'm decent," he said, clearing his throat.

Sabrina turned her face back towards him slowly.

"Sorry for… staring," she said quietly.

If Salem hadn't have been paying attention, he would have missed what she said.

He smiled and placed a hand on her upper arm, squeezing gently. "Don't worry about it," he said reassuringly.

She smiled a small smile.

Suddenly realization of their situation set in and Sabrina began to panic.

"Oh no… They're going to kill me when they find out what I've done! I'm going to go to witch jail!" she stammered.

Sabrina's panic tugged tightly at Salem's heartstrings. He pulled Sabrina into a hug, rubbing her back in soothing circles.

"Shh, everything's going to be fine," he said softly, doing his best to comfort her.

He hated seeing her so worried.

Sabrina began to cry into his chest, sobbing quietly. After her crying had slowed down, Salem pulled back a little to look at her. He gently wiped her tears away with the pad of his thumb, giving her a reassuring smile.

"How can you be so calm?" she asked, looking up at him meaningfully.

"Practice," he said with a grin and a wink.

Sabrina smiled at this. Traditional Salem she thought to herself.

She rested her head back on his chest and he held her close once again. Salem kissed the top of her head then rested his head against hers. They stayed like this for what felt like hours, just holding each other in silence. Enjoying each other's company.