A/N: It seems I offended some readers with my author note in chapter 1. Here are some things that I should clear up for you:

a) I don't really think MJH is "ugly". In this story Sabrina is prettier just because I want her to be.

b) All right, me exaggerated when me wrote that me "hated" the show. The first seasons were OK, but when she started college... it just jumped the shark for moi.

c) I think I said it before, but the reason I put this story in TV SHOW is because there is no Sabrina category in the BOOK section. I didn't want to put it in MISC.BOOKS, because no one tends to review the stories there. I want, need, and even love reviews -good ones. (pokes bad reviewers/flamers with sharp stick)

d) I'm not rude, blasé, stupid, disliked, hated or evil. I have ethics. I'm Scandinavian.

I realize now that I should have chosen my words more carefully, so:

DO NOT FLAME, COMPLAIN, OR NAG ABOUT THE ABOVE ISSUES.

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Sabrina sank down at the table and tried to eat dinner.

Harvey was out. He had gone extra to his work at a construction site. Even though it was Sunday and all. He was tired of her mental absence.

He told her so earlier that day. She didn't notice much anymore. For the past three days she had walked inside some kind of shell... keeping a distance, feeling nothing. Cooking, cleaning, doing laundry -she did it all, but without really being there. It was even worse with her and Harvey. He would try to talk, try to figure things out, but everything he said seemed silly and pointless. Since that faithful kiss with Salem, she rejected Harvey everytime he tried to be intimate.

Sabrina thought about Salem all the time. What they had done together, what he had said. They way his eyes twinkled, they way he sipped his latte... She pondered over their changed relation... what did he feel? What did he think?

The day before, Sabrina had a small argument with Harvey about Salem. She happened to mention that she was working with Salem's flat. Harvey just snorted and muttered that Salem was 'totally uncountable'. Sabrina defended him of course, but Harvey just looked at her with pity.

The thoughts wandered to Salem. Sabrina couldn't see him again. Things had already gotten way out of hand. But oh, the way he made her feel... feelings that she had forgotten... in some ways it just seemed like she had the right to feel them. Like her body was supposed to heat up the way it had. He made her feel like a whole person. And it scared the shit out of her.

Cursing herself, Sabrina threw the dish into the machine. Then a note popped up in the toaster. It was from Zelda. Sabrina wanted someone to slowly rotate her over open fire. She didn't need Zelda's preaches on top of all!

"Sabrina, come home for dinner tonight. You can bring Harvey if you want. Be here at seven. Zelda."

It wasn't an invitation, it was an order.

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Sabrina went out shopping in the afternoon. When she arrived back, she found Harvey in the livingroom, involved in an intense discussion about a blueprint with some guy.

They both looked up when Sabrina cleared her throat.

"You're home", she stated and turned to the stranger. "And who are you?"

"I'm Harvey's new partner, Steve." He held out his hand and Sabrina shaked it.

"He's just leaving," Harvey added. "See you tomorrow Steve."

"Later Harv."

Harvey didn't look at her, he just started packing up the large sheets with numbers and lines on them.

When the door closed behind Steve, Sabrina asked if Harvey wanted to go see her aunts.

"No, I have to plan an inspection tomorrow. But you go."

With that, he left the room. Sabrina sighed and checked her watch. Nearly an hour left. Let's see... twenty minutes to dress, twenty for makeup, ten to finish up and ten to drive. Sabrina had to get started right away.

The dresscode was very picky at the family dinners. "Not too 'hot', but still not too neat" was Zelda's motto. Sabrina opened her wardrobe but hesitated when she saw the incredible mess in it.

"Oh, what the hell."

She pointed herself into a quite modest pink cotton dress that touched her knees and had a pretty lace along the bustline. To that she added heeled, kneelong black boots.

"What you see is what you get, dear aunt Zelda," she said to the mirror.

"Don't make fun of me, Sabrina."

The nasal, lecturing voice came from Zelda's face, appearing in the mirror.

Sabrina screamed and dropped her mascara on the floor. "ZELDA!"

"Sorry but I must see what you're putting on tonight. We have a very special guest tonight and I want you at your best. With that I don't mean only on the outside, but inside as well", Zelda preached.

"This will do. Now get lost," Sabrina hissed.

"As you wish, madame."

Zelda looked like she bowed and then she faded away.

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A storm gathered in the sky as Sabrina walked up her aunt's driveway. The rain started coming down when she reached the door. A massive lightning flew through the air when she stuck her key in the lock.

Sabrina knew by the weather that something was going on. She flung the door open just as she was lit up by a lightningstorm. Blinded at first, she could only make out the contours of someone blocking the doorway.

When Sabrina's vision cleared, she found that Salem was leaning against the doorframe, completely oblivious of the increasing storm. He smiled welcoming.

"Sabrina."

"Salem."

An awkward silence fell over the porch until Sabrina coughed slightly.

"So... how about going inside?"

Salem jumped as if she had surprised him. "Oh... sure."

He stepped aside and she brushed past him into the foyer.

Her aunts came towards her, Hilda glowing with joy, Zelda serious and judging Sabrina's looks. But then she lit up. "Welcome!" they said with one mouth.

"I take it Salem's the special guest", Sabrina whispered to Zelda.

"Yep," Hilda stuck in. When the two women looked at her she backed off. "Sorry."

A slight uneasiness in her lower parts told Sabrina that she should pay the loo a visit.

"Can I go to the bathroom before we eat?" she asked to be polite.

Zelda nodded a yes and pushed Hilda into the diningarea. Salem followed.

Sabrina did her duty and flushed, washed her hands, unlocked the door, and stepped out.

Before she could react, Salem came out of nowhere, pulled her into the bathroom again and closed the door.

"Let go of me!" Sabrina spat and tried to get out of his grip.

He pressed her up against the wall, placing a hand on each side of her. She couldn't escape.

"Sabrina, you have to listen!" he said. "Our kisses were no mistakes! I love you!"

"But I don't love you. I love Harvey." Sabrina tried to convince them both of that.

"I've seen you and Harvey. Such a boring lifestyle isn't for you. You need excitement and adventure. I don't understand what you see in him."

The last comment made Sabrina see red. She raised her hand and slapped him. Salem only laughed and pressed himself even closer. He nuzzled her behind the ear.

"Now I recognize you. Don't tell me you can't see we're made for eachother."

Sabrina was stuck, unable to move.

His lips forced hers apart, his tongue playfully teased her own. All resistance came off her. She became nothing but wax. When Salem's hands found their way down her cleveage, he didn't have to hold her trapped anymore. She wasn't going anywhere.

But suddenly, he let go of her. "This is love, Sabrina. You feel it just as much as me."

"Why do you have to screw up my life?" she yelped.

"I'm here because I love you. You screwed up your own life."

He left the bathroom and headed down to the diningarea. Sabrina stayed behind and desperately tried to gain herself.

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A/N: Sorry for my long absence. I've graduated high school and everything has turned upside down. I got a massive writer's block as a result.

Thanks for all the great reviews! They really make me want to update more often! :D

Oh, and lastly, don't feel too bad for Harvey. I think he might have some secrets of his own...