Blue Blooded Witch

Chapter Four

"No."

My smile instantly dropped, the simple word making my entire excitement drop, leaving disappointment and annoyance. In front of me, Regina had a lazy glare on her face, eyes locked with my wide ones, as if challenging me to retaliate to her blunt answer.

"Eh." Was my witty reply as I frowned. "Why not?" I managed to continue.

She sighed. "It's childish."

I had been plotting with Matilda, my willing candidate to mess with Malfoy's mind, and sneak a love potion to him to make him fall in love with Harry—poor, oblivious Harry. I knew when Matilda told me Regina could get us the potion, that this would be hard. Regina was one of those girls who hated breaking the rules, and never betrayed her friends, even if it wasn't really that bad of a betrayal. She didn't want poor Harry to go though that, and she was terrified at the thought of stealing the potion and getting caught. But she had access to it, since she helped Snape after class; she seemed to be the only Gryffindor he tolerated.

But alas, she refused, and all my happiness was flushed down the toilet. She looked over at me and sighed heavily, but she couldn't hold back the amused mile on her face as she slung her arm over my shoulder after scooting closer to me.

"Why are you so intent on getting at him?" She asked me, quirking her eyebrow curiously. I grinned at her, and then hastily frowned seriously.

"Well," I began epically, in a deep, serious voice. "It all happened the day he was born…"

She slapped my arm playfully, and laughed at me, at which I grinned. Regina had a pretty laugh; I wondered why she didn't laugh more often? She was usually so serious, and only seemed to relax when she was around Harry and the others.

"Seriously." She snorted, giving me the 'eye.' I held up my hands in defeat and shrugged, putting them in my lap and sighing deeply.

"Well…first was the fight and detention, and then him being all PMSy to me and Matilda, and then yesterday…" I scrunched my nose up. "He tripped me and called me a filthy mudblood, which so wasn't true, then called Matilda one too, and thus a fight broke out where Matilda and him circled each other wad-to-wand. They both got in major trouble, and Matilda came back crying, telling me Malfoy had kissed her. I don't get why she reacted like that, but I guess he scared her, and she doesn't think he likes her…she must think he did that to piss her off. And it worked…she wants revenge, and needs my help." I finished my story, nodding at the end to confirm everything I had just said.

Regina stared at me with bulging eyes and a gaping mouth, before she shut it and shook her head, looking positively angry yet amused, and in complete awe.

"He kissed her?" She gasped. I nodded furiously. "But he likes her!" I nodded again. "Why would she freak like that!?" I shrugged. She watched me and smiled slightly.

"Malfoy is weird. He shows his emotions in…very…odd ways. Matilda just doesn't know it. But for now, I'll help her with her pest problem." I explained simply. She sighed, thought for a bit in silence, before giving in and scowling.

"Fine, I'll help, but only because he made Matilda cry."

I grinned triumphantly.

"Alright," I chirped. "Give us the potion as soon as you get it; we'll be in the library, stalling Malfoy. Hurry!"

She gave me a look, then rolled her eyes and left obediently. I waved until she was gone, and stood to my feet, heading down the stairs to the library, only to be stopped by the new teacher, who taught one of the mortal classes the school decided to put in; philosophy. It was like an elective, and thank God I wasn't in it. I would fail so hard. The young man was frowning and holding a box, wrapped in brown wrapping with my name scribbled on it.

"Your messenger owl dropped this in…at such an inappropriate time!" He huffed. "Here!" he shoved it in my hands and stumbled off. I watched him go calmly, frowning at how rude he was, then shrugged and stared at the box as I headed to the library. The only things I got from home were letters asking how I was doing and such. Sometimes they even sent photos (which always made me cry), and that was it. So I was surprised to see a package.

Definitely when it spoke.

Or so, I head a muffled voice squeal something from inside, and in shock, I dropped it and watched as it sailed to the floor and landed with a sickening thud, and stayed still until I hard an agonized moan. I shuddered, in shock, before warily kneeling down and slowly un-wrapping the ropes tied around it, and opened the mall box inside. I jumped when I saw something stir, and warily pulled it out to see a…

A stuffed penguin?

It had beads for its eyes, and one was loose and falling out, and the material was made out of some soft kind, and it's little wings were loose and dangling by it's side, its beak a bit torn and bent on the tip, but all in all it was pretty cute.

Until it moved.

I screeched, dropping it as it wiggled and shakily got to its 'feet', waving its wings around and moving its stuffed head, before its beady eyes landed on me. Then, it snapped to attention and it bowed so low it tipped over and fell on its face; but that didn't faze it. It simply spoke as if it were still bowing.

"Sabrina! Ah, I finally have the honor to see you again!"

I knew that voice. I had heard it so many times on the home videos, watching my mother leave the room when it came one, and my grandma look guilty yet warm; my little brother. My mother had told me he was nine when he went missing, and never came back. By now, he would be…thirteen? Probably around that age. And the voice of this talking toy sounded just like him, the way I saw him when I watched me and him giggling on the TV screen. I didn't remember him though, because the shock of him going missing, with me still at a young age, my mind blanked and I lost all memory of him.

Until now.

And I found myself crying, wanting to see him again, and to hold him in my arms, and to play with toys and leggos, and to build forts in the living room and pretend we were campers on a mission to save the world, and to walk to school together, and to see that smile of his that always melted my heart.

"Ah—!" The penguin cried frantically, flapping its toy arms around with a fretful feeling to its voice. "Don't cry, Sabrina!"

I looked up, tears falling down my cheeks as I picked it up and the box, stomping to the nearest window and throwing the box out, going to the throw the toy when it cried out,

"No, no, no, wait! Sabrina, grandma sent me! It's me! It's me! It's Brandon!" I could tell by his voice, that if it were human, the toy would be crying. I froze, going limp as I brought it away from the window and to my face, glaring at it.

"Shut up!" I screamed, throwing it across the room. "Shut up!" I turned and ran to the library, hoping to forget about what just happened, and get revenge on that stupid Malofy. Maybe seeing the result of our plan will make me happy, and forget about all this. Forget about that dumb toy who claimed to be my wonderful little bother, who went missing four years ago, simply vanishing one day never to return.

I was done crying by the time I reached the library, and forced a grin as I walked to where Matilda was sitting, Regina hiding by some books, reading one, and giving us an odd stare. Matilda stood and rushed to me, grinning evilly.

"You're late, but no matter! I have the potion! So, how should we do this?" Matilda asked eagerly, flashing me her white teeth. Heh, of course, she brushed her teeth millions of time and used too much mouthwash to be healthy after that…eventful detention yesterday.

"Let's just slip it into some food, and give it to him." I said, nodding. It was perfect. Matilda grinned, and nodded, and we set off to work. We poured the love potion all over a cookie, then wrapped it up and set off to find Malfoy. We found him almost instantly, talking to his cronies in a corner, smirking and nodding. Yet something seemed…off. Different. I shook it off as I took the cookie and skipped over as Matilda darted off to grab Harry.

"Here." I said brightly. "A peace offering."

He gave me a suspicious stare, then slowly took the cookie, eyes never leaving mine. Slowly, he took the foil off, and there stood the tainted cookie in all its rigged glory. He stared at it, then at me, then he smirked.

"I'll eat if you have a bite first." He said, offering me some as he ripped a small bit off and put it in my hands. I frowned. This wasn't part of the plan. Oh, damnit he was smarter then he looked! I bit my bottom lip, then looked at Matilda nervously, who had Harry with her, and her eyes wide with shock. I had no choice…anyway, Matilda would drag me off before I made a fool of myself right? This plan can't go wrong. It just can't.

I slowly pressed the food to my lips, and put the rest in my mouth, chewing and swallowing, before blinking rapidly. My gaze glazed over a bit, and I grinned brightly,

"Oh, Malfoy!" I found myself gushing. "I lo—"

"Loathe him!" Matilda cried, grabbing me by the arm and grinning. "We know already."

I blinked, looking utterly bewildered. I couldn't control myself; these sudden emotions of love made me so warm and giddy, and I wanted to shout my confession to the world!

"I love—"

"We know." Matilda cut in, dragging me off. "Now eat that thing Malfoy! She put her blood and sweat into making it. But don't come near me." She hissed, walking off, leaving a confused Harry standing there. I was only able to see Draco angrily shove the cookie into one of his friend's hands before my vision was cut off by Matilda. She turned to me with wide eyes.

"Do you love Draco?" She asked sharply. I giggled giddily.

"Why, yes, I do! I love him! Love him! Oh, it's so wonderful!" I sighed dreamily. She looked troubled.

"Hum, the potion wears off in a day, I think…but there's a cure, I'm sure. Ah!" She grinned. "I remember! My older sister found a way to reverse any potion, no one but her and a selected few know about this discovery!"

I watched in curiosity, dreaming about Malfoy, before she epically pulled out…garlic? Why did she keep garlic in her bag…?

"HIYA!" She cried, slamming some cut-upgarlic into my nose. I screamed and fell back, eyes watering as I pulled them out, but found my head clearing as I blinked dully, and then smiled, only to frown and gag.

"Ew, I was thinking about Draco without a shirt on..."

She groaned. "Baaad mental image." I watched her gently, and smiled.

"Thank you Matilda."

She blushed. "No problem, buddy!" she slung her arm around my shoulder and winked. "I can't wait to see the outcome."

I grinned sheepishly. "Yeah about that—"

We both turned when suddenly, Malfoy, looking utterly horrified, ran past us with one of his fat cronies following behind with a grin on his face, chanting, "Draco! Draco, my love!" It wasn't Harry, but we found ourselves on the floor laughing our asses off, tears of glee in our eyes. After we gathered ourselves, we went back to the common room, and hung out until we set off to bed.

But I couldn't sleep.

I lay there, listening to Matilda's even breathing next to me, and another girl's on my other side, as my eyes were shut as I thought of Brandon, and that penguin toy who claimed to be him. It couldn't be. It just couldn't be! Why would my mother and grandmother lie to me? The only people who I trust; the ones I care about most? Why would they to me about what happened to my little brother?

Then I heard it.

And felt it.

Soft fabric brushed against my cheek, and I slowly opened my eyes to the toy again, lying next to me, its wing on my cheek, beady eyes blank, yet I could almost see warmth and love, compassion and tearful joy. But they weren't there…I was imagining them…right?

"Go away." I whispered, holding back angry tears.

"No." It said firmly, before its voice softened as it spoke those next words. The words that made me sit and let out a sob. The words that made me cry, cradling the small toy, knowing it had to be Brandon, since only he called me that. Those words.

"I love you, Sabri Kitten."