Blue Blooded Witch

Chapter Three

The next day, I awoke feeling refreshed and content. The day was boring, not as exciting as yesterday since the new-magical-school excitement wore off, but not exactly fall-asleep-in class boring. How could you in a magic school? But, I had a class with first-years to practice my broom flying, since I was new and didn't know a thing about it. I guess that was…exciting. In a fall-on-my-ass-and-humiliate-myself kind of exciting way.

I was eager to learn, having gotten over the fuss about staring at me with wide curious eyes. Cute kids…but annoying. After the teacher got their attention away from me, she began by telling us to command our brooms into our hands by calling out "up!" It was so simple; I loved it.

I kept calling it, but my voice was a bit meek and wary. Everyone else had their brooms, and the teacher was watching me, which didn't help one bit. I felt myself getting more nervous, and soon began to squeak the word out. The teacher sighed and calmly told me to take a deep breath and calm down, so I shut my eyes and obliged to her advice.

Once that was done, I called out again, and grinned when the broom snapped up and obediently jumped into my outstretched hand. The class clapped, casing me to blush, as she babbled bout safety rules and so on. Eventually, she told us we could try to fly in a circle near ground, just to be safe. I climbed onto my broom and took a deep breath, clutching the end and holding my breath as I followed her instructions and floated in the air. Of course, being me, I grinned and got all excited.

"I did it! I did it!" I gloated, only to lose my concentration and tumbled to the ground, slamming into it as my broom flew around in circles frantically before tumbling on the ground. I went completely red at the loud laughter that followed.

That night was more exciting though. The actual exciting, of course. Classes were over, and Matilda and I were in the library, when she spotted the book I was reading about Blue Bloods. I was silent as she picked it up and brought it to our table. She opened it, and tensed when it lipped on its own again, and paused on a page. She leaned forward and read, and I watched her reaction. It was bored, which surprised me. She shut it and sighed, saw my expression, then grinned.

"It was just about boring stuff. About witches…things I already know."

I blinked. So, the book told of a person's magical origins? That was cool. I watched as she put it back and sat back down. She watched me, and then took her wand out, grinning wickedly, obviously ready for some excitement, which was just what I needed.

"Want to practice?" Was all she said. That was all I needed. I nodded eagerly, and she led me outside as we snuck in the back, towards the willow that Hermione had told me was alive, and very spiteful. We stayed clear of it, but pulled out our wands, readying ourselves as we stood next to each other.

"What spell?" I asked. She looked thoughtful, her lips pursed and eyes alight with glee, yet deep thought on the simple question.

"How about…" her smile grew oddly sly. "Something simple, since you're new at this."

I blushed angrily, narrowing my eyes at her. "Hey…that's not nice. Let's do the water spell! Um, what's it called again?" I pursed my lips.

She laughed. "Idiot. It's called aguamenti." She said in a matter-of-fact kind of tone, her eyes alight with amusement at my dismay and confusion. I watched her with an exasperated expression, and looked at my wand warily, nose scrunched up in thought. My wand was odd; unlike a stick, my grandmother had given me her wand—a smooth, almost metal-like black stick, the same size as a regular wand. She said it was special one, a powerful one, a wand of the Blue Bloods. One that could help me control the more powerful demons I may one day summon; ones that, if my will and power aren't strong enough, may lose control over.

"Aguameti." I repeated, nodding. She nodded, and we both readied our wands, pointing in the same direction.

"Aguamenti!" Matilda cried out, a burst of sparkling blue water shooting from the tip of her wand, splashing hard into the tree nearby, liquid running down it, dripping onto the cool grass.

"Wow, great job." I praised. She shrugged, smiling at me modestly, before motioning for me to go. I nodded, and pointed my wand, taking a deep breath, before deciding I was ready.

"Aguamenti!" I said, only for a simple small drop to dribble onto the ground. I stared at it, appalled in silent horror, as Matilda burst into laughter. I glared at her, and she sobered up, smiling at me and patting my back.

"Here, I'll show you." She offered kindly. I accepted, and we spent the rest of the night practicing it, her teaching it to me until I almost completely perfected it. We were told it was time to head to bed, so I walked back with Matilda, thanking her for her help, at which she grinned at me and told me it wasn't a problem.

And so that night I slept well. Other than that nightmare I had…more like, that memory.

There was a girl, with mousey brown hair, dressed up as if she was trying too hard, sitting next to a handsome boy by the pool.

"We should go in." She suggested, oblivious to what was to come. The boy's expression changed into an expression that now terrified me, and he leaned forward, and said lowly, "I don't want to go in."

The girl daintily blushed a beet red and struggled to speak, but her mouth was dry and her eyes were watery with awe as she stared into his eyes. She managed to squeak out,

"W-W-Why?" She stammered, her voice high-pitched and nervous. He laughed, and ran his fingers though her tangled hair, his lips brushing across her top lip as he said, "You're too cute, Sabrina…you know, I've liked you for a while…" She stared at him in silence, eyes wide as saucers.

"Sabrina…" He breathed, his lips suddenly latched onto hers. Her eyes closed as they kissed peacefully, until the kiss grew more needy and rougher, and it began to hurt. You could tell by the way her eyes opened and she looked pained, and panicked. She wiggled around and tried to break away but he had a strong hold on her. Eventually he pulled away, both of them panting. She tried to crawl away but he grabbed her and slammed her into the ground, crawling on top of her.

"This is what you want, right?" he asked huskily. "Just be quite. I'll be gentle…" She cried out into the forced kiss when he forcefully kissed her again, and she shivered when his hands traveled all over her body, and started to pull the dress off of her. She wiggled desperately, and the dress tore during the struggle. She whimpered softly as his hands slipped into her bright pink underwear. Suddenly, the lights exploded, glass shattering everywhere, as the boy screamed and jumped off the distraught girl. She sat up, looking dazed.

The boy clutched his head, looking around at all the lights outside broken and shattered, glass all over the ground. And suddenly, the moon turned a sickly green, the sky tainted crimson red, like blood, and everything went pitch black. There was a familiar blue circle from the summoning that circled my feet, and crawled onto my body, pain searing in my brain and all over me. I cried out over and over again, until suddenly I jarred awake in my bed, sunlight filtering through the window and shining upon me, panting and trembling with wide eyes.

A nightmare.

The day was alright, yet again. But potions class was, yet again, my highlight. I was still partners with Malfoy, so we were waiting for the potion to bubble enough to finish, and were sitting there in silence. I tapped my fingers on the cold desk, and looked around, sighing loudly. He glared at me, and I shrugged at him innocently.

"It's ready." He grunted. I watched as he finished the potion, telling me to not touch anything and let him do everything, so I stayed still obediently. Matilda and her partner were already finished, so she walked over and watched, winking at me every now and then, causing me to giggle.

"What are you doing here, Mudblood?" Malfoy hissed at Matilda, who scowled in return.

"Oh shut up, stupid wannabe." She snapped, draping her arm around me, having moved next to me sometime during this little...conversation. She frowned.

"I'm here to see my friend here." He stated smugly. He smirked.

"She actually has friends? I'm shocked."

I looked at my lap in silence. He was right; it was surprising. Georgia wasn't really my friend anyway, was she? She was using me, right? But that night…she seemed genuinely worried about me. And she looked so sad, too…but then, she changed completely. Like she's different people, and wears a mask…but tore that mask off when she turned to me and called me a whore.

"Shut up!" Matilda snapped, defending me, hugging me close or effect. "You're one to talk. You're only friends are people who are only friends with you because they're scared of you!" She smirked. He glared at her, and obviously wasn't paying attention, because suddenly the potion bubbled and began to overflow from the small cauldron.

"Idiot!" She snapped as it dripped onto his pants. He paled and leapt up, hissing in pain. Matilda knocked the cauldron down off the desk with her elbow, and hastily used some spell to clean it up that I didn't catch, really. She turned to Mafloy and snapped, "Stop being a baby! Sit down!" He did so, and we all told Snape everything was fine when he came over and rudely asked. He stalked away, and Matilda turned to a pained Malfoy, and bluntly said, "Take your pants off."

He stared at her with side eyes, and then snarled, before looking a bit sheepish when she said, "Don't you want to get that gunk off your leg?" He rejected her offer, but she eventually convinced him…if by convinced you mean she rolled his pant leg up een though he was struggling, then yes. She convinced him. I watched in fascination as she tenderly took a towel, whenever that came from, and dabbed it on his leg. He winced and barked angrily at her, but she ignored him as she gently treated his wound. She was being so gentle to him, that I didn't dare move or utter a word. When she was done, she stood and wiped her hands on her pants.

"I didn't need your help." He snapped.

She shrugged. "Your leg still hurts?"

He didn't say a thing. She smirked smugly. "See you later, Malfoy. You too, Sabrina." At that, she turned and walked back to her partner. Mafloy watched her leave, and I saw he spaced out, so I snapped my fingers in front of his face, right when Snape deemed class over. He jumped and snarled at me.

"Get away from me, filthy girl!" He barked before stalking from the class room. I watched him go, red with fury, before grabbing my stuff and scurrying out behind him. I slyly took my wand out and pointed at him, whispering, "Aguameti." I grinned when the wand tilted back to let water shoot out and slam at his feet, and watched as he stumbled and slipped, landing on the ground hard. I hid my wand and walked past him, not looking at him, but I could practically hear him glare at me as I walked to my next class.