Okay, this is my first attempt at a multi-chaptered fanfiction, and my second attempt at fanfiction all together, so I really hope you like it! And I really hope you'll review, because I'd really like to know what you think!
So this is a Padma/Theo and Pavarti/Blaise fic. Weird combo, I know, but, hey, that's just me!
Disclaimer: I Own Squat. Everything that you recognize belongs to J . K . Rowling except 'The Revenge' which belongs to S. Morgenstern
Chapter 1: You Know It's To Early To Wake Up When You Think You're Pillow's Attractive.
She was on a beach, the palm trees swaying in the wind. She looked down to find herself wearing a bikini and a sarong, both red with a palm fond pattern. She stood slowly, the warm sand slipping between her toes, she walked towards the ocean. She slid gracefully into the soft shimmering waves, her long black hair fanning out around her on the waters surface. Turning, she found the beach upon which she had been sitting moments ago was nowhere to be found. Instead, there was a pirate ship with a large, black sail. As if in a trance, she swam towards it and pulled herself up atop its decks. It was abandoned, all except for a lone male figure at the far end. She silently approached him. He was tall and pale skinned with light brown hair.
"You know, it really is quite rude to approach a stranger without announcing your presence," he said, in a voice that, somehow, sounded like spices.
"Forgive my asking so, but, is this 'The Revenge'?" she inquired, glancing around the vessel.
The man looked scandalized "'The Revenge?' What kind of a name is that for a ship sailed by the humblest of men? Her name is 'The Lorelei'," he said proudly.
"I'm sorry," she replied, although she was not sure what exactly she was apologizing for.
He chuckled softly before taking two steps towards her, scooping her up in his arms, bringing their faces mere centimeters apart. "Don't be," he whispered, the words literally brushing across her lips.
She shivered in anticipation. The stranger lowered his lips to hers and-
"PADMA!"
Damn it. Her favorite dreams were always interrupted by something or other.
Padma Pital blearily opened one eye and discovered that she was in rather a compromising position with her, very attractive, goose feather pillow. Yep, definitely too early. She glanced at her alarm clock: 3:30. Who the hell was yelling at her this early in the morning?
"PADMA! PADMA LET ME IN! I NEED TO TALK TO YOU! PADMAAAAA!" the voice screeched, reaching a pitch almost inaudible to human ear.
Pavarti, she should've known. Padma crawled out of bed, grabbed her wand, stumbled into her kitchenette and opened her front door.