Nightmare on Pine Hill (PG-13, Closed)

[Hiss]

Dylan Fisker, aged 18, just graduated from Hogwarts.

Maris Kennedy, just turned 18, just graduated from Hogwarts.

Setting: Five months after graduation, in November, Dylan and Maris are both training as Dragon Keepers in Sweden. The bestest friends they are, they decided to share a small house on a hill. It's easier, cheaper, and less lonely that way. It is a Friday night, approximately 3 in the bloody morning.

Rated for swears, innuendo, and nerdy speak.

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Dylan was freezing to put it lightly. It was only November and he could already feel the harsh chill that came with January. He wrapped two thick blankets around himself with no luck. His bones still quivered beneath all the fabric. To top it off, earlier that day he swore he was catching a cold. His sniffles had calmed down since then, but he didn't feel completely cured.

It was this damned change of climate. Dylan just had to fancy dragons, did he? He just had to jump to Maris' side when she asked to share a small, weak house in the deserted wilderness. He was grateful he at least had all of his limbs. There was a close call though back in August with a Swedish Short-Snout. Nearly tore off Dylan's arm before a veteran dragonkeeper came to save the day. She was cute too. A redhead with freckles all over. Dylan was far too embarrassed to learn more about his savior though.

At least thoughts of cute redheads could keep him mildly warm at night.

"Growl, bother, growl," He muttered to himself, turning over in his small bed. That was the other problem too. The house only had four rooms. Two small bedrooms, kitchen, and a bathroom that shouldn't even count as a bathroom. It was more like an outhouse. At least that's what Dylan always thought. Here he was, in a small bed, cramped up against the wall, trying to find more warmth than any cute redhead could apply.

Oh, who was he kidding? He'll never be able to sleep and with this thought, he shoved his face into his pillow.

[Lisa]

Maris was awake early that morning as well. And, Merlin, did she feel like a coward. She'd had a nightmare goodness-only-knows-how-long-ago, and she still couldn't go back to sleep. Need she remind herself that she was eighteen bloody years old, now? She wasn't a little girl, anymore. And she wasn't supposed to be afraid of a little nightmare. It was completely irrational. But, then again, if you knew anything about Miss Kennedy, then irrational was in the norm for her.

After having squeaked rather loudly at a noise outside, the young woman had decided that enough was enough. To hell with her pride. She was going to wake up Dylan. So, wrapping her blankets around herself as best she could, she began her short journey over to his bedroom. The door squeaked open. They'd have to do something about that; get some oil or something.

At any rate, she made her way over to the bed, biting her lower lip as she poked and prodded at him with her left hand; her dominant hand.

"Dylan? Are... are you awake? I had a bad dream..." Really was a shame she had to wake him. He always looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. Cute, too. Not that she'd seen him sleep very many times, though. Just the few times when they'd had silly contests about who could stay up the longest and stupid things like that.

Truth be told, she quite fancied Mister Fisker. He didn't know, of course. And if he did, then he didn't care. She didn't like that second part. "Dylan?"

[Hiss]

He did not hear the door creak. His pillow plus the blankets blocked out most sound except for the annoying strong wind outside, but that was background noise. Everything else was dead to him. However, if something or someone is poking him right in the rib then you can't help, but notice that.

"Oh, what the bloody -" He looked up with half-closed eyes. He could barely make out the sillouette of a young woman. Dylan reached out to the floor and after a few failures, finally picked up his glasses case. He fumbled opening it and put on his glasses quickly. This was no time to check if his glasses were beyond crooked or not.

It was Maris wrapped in blankets just as he was. Dylan, still dazed and confused, asked, "What in bleeding Hell are you doing here, Maris?"

Then the manly man in him kicked in and Dylan quirked an eyebrow. Woman. Room. Night. He asked again in a calmer voice, "What are you doing here?"

[Lisa]

Gasping, she'd jumped back a little when he had finally stirred. Hopefully he wouldn't be too terribly upset? Well, it was the middle of the night and all... But, still! Maris was in dire need of him, at the moment. She was scared. He was the guy. He was supposed to protect her! Hello!

Maris shifted nervously from foot to foot as she watched her friend make to find his glasses and put them on. The floor was cold on her feet. Very cold. Hopefully he wouldn't yell at her or anything. Her toes might go numb.

"I.. I had a bad dream." Goodness, how could she say this as not to make it seem like something it wasn't? Because she most certainly did NOT want to shag Dylan Fisker. Mostly. Anyway, to hell with tact, too. It was bloody cold! "Could I spend the rest of the night in here? Please? I won't take up too much room. I promise."

Oh goodness...

[Hiss]

Bad dream? Stay? What? Dylan, obviously, took this all in a very wrong way. Maris was his best friend besides Tyler. Maris was also a girl unlike Tyler. Dylan had always like her. A bit. Maybe. The male body was confusing when trying to work out these type of feelings. It went one way then did a complete 360 degree. Probably why most of his relationships at Hogwarts and a brief fling in Plymouth failed. He was either too perverted, too nerdy, too shy, or too dull. So as far as how he felt towards Maris?

How the Hell was he suppose to know?

But, Maris was a scantily clad friend in need. He had to help, after all and hey! Bodies produced heat! This could prove helpful for both.

"Oookay ~" Dylan sat up and scooted over as far as he could until he figured that the wall would certainly not let him go any farther. He pulled back the blankets and felt a rush of cold air hit him. "Get in quick then before I fecking freeze. Christ!" He wrapped his thin arms around himself to prove the freezing point. "You're too tiny to take up room any who. Go on."

[Lisa]

Maris, hoping that her dear best friend would agree to be her great protector, mustered up the best puppy dog eyes sort of look that she could. How would he be able to say no to her? Oh, and believe me, she'd guilt him for ages if he did. You want me to do what for you? Oh, I do seem to recall a time... It was just her way. He'd understand. They'd known each other since they were bloody eleven years old, for goodness sakes! She certainly hoped that he knew that much about her.

The former Slytherin was pleased when he'd agreed to her request. Really, though, she wasn't so sure if she liked the way he'd said that... He didn't think... No. Did he?

At any rate, she wasn't in a position to give a rat's bottom at the moment. Maris had quickly crawled into bed next to him, offering her blankets over for them to share as she tried to lay down and make herself comfortable. But there was still something wrong.

Oh dear. Yes, definitely something wrong. She'd forgotten how small both of their beds were; probably due to the size of their house. There wasn't much room for any big furniture. No, just the basics. And, so, she found herself quite, eh, close to Dylan-dearest.

"Uhm, thank you." She smiled lightly, feeling her face turn about a billion shades of red as she laid there on her side. "Was scared, all by myself."

[Hiss]

The bed suddenly turned five times too small. Why did they get small furniture any way? Oh yeah. Poor dragon keepers + harsh wild = poor, living conditions. He swore by his grandmother's grave, they were going to buy a much bigger house this Spring.

Meanwhile, Dylan attempted to find some comfortable way to lie back down as soon as Maris climbed into the bed. There was no way he could lie down unless he wanted to be practically ontop of Maris or pushed her off. Neither option would be appreciated by his dear roommate. He resorted to half-sitting up, half-lying down. His shoulders were resting against the bed frame and his arms were still vulnerable to the cold November air. The frame wasn't good on his head, but it was something.

It was awkward to say the least.

Just, beyond awkward.

Dylan tried to make small talk. "You're welcome, no problem. So, uh, what scared you any way? Dark? Ghosts? Being chased by a Fireball?" Oh God, he never felt so awkward in his life.

[Lisa]

Well, now she felt a little guilty. Neither of them looked very comfortable. But at least she wasn't alone, now. And it was getting warmer, with the both of them there and all. Yeah... Her being so totally nervous had nothing to do with it at all, thank you. Oh Merlin.

Yes, while she'd snogged plenty members of the opposite sex in her day, she'd never slept with anyone. She'd never even laid down this close next to anyone, until now. At least it was Dylan. She didn't have to worry about him. She trusted him. He wouldn't try to take advantage of her. Wouldn't even think about it. She was sure.

"Well, in the dream... It was just, well, we were out with the dragons, you know, and then one of them just turned on you. It was awful. I don't know what I'd do if anything ever happend to you." It was the truth, and the terrified look in her blue eyes showed that quite well.

He did look awfully uncomfortable up there. "You don't have to be all the way up there, you know. Not like I'm going to try to force myself on you or something." She joked. That isn't what he thought she was here for? Was it?

Well, it better not have been, if he knew what was good for him.

[Hiss]

Maris filled the silence well. Unfortunately, what she said made Dylan feel warmer than he wanted. His face was flaming red and it was a good thing the room was almost pitch black with the exception of moonlight filtering in. Otherwise, she would get angry. At leasy that's what Dylan thought she would do.

"Really? Came after me? And I thought those dreams would keep you sleeping blissfully," He uttered. How he managed to speak amazed even him.

Dylan's stomach did one of those weird backflips once the bed size came into conversation. That was not a good sign. That was not a good sign at all. He stared straight ahead and didn't notice his hands holding tightly onto the blankets.

"I...I don't want to push you off."

[Lisa]

Maris shot a glare his way at his comment about her nightmare. "Shut up. That's not funny, Dylan." She spoke softly. Honestly, she didn't think she could make it without him. He was her best friend. She told him everything. Well, nearly everything. There were just some things that guys didn't want to know about. Well, that, and her feelings. He'd probably laugh at her anyway.

Okay, now he was just being weird. Come on. All best friends totally slept together in their pajamas and/or underwear, right? Er. Right. Totally? Well, it didn't mean anything. They weren't doing anything wrong. So why did she feel like such a tart? Damned concience.

"You won't push me off." She laughed a little, scooting back towards the edge again. "And, well, if you do... I can take a fall. You saw me at school. You should know that." Yes. She certainly wasn't one of the most graceful people. It was those damned moving stairs, she knew it! Was a wonder she'd never killed herself, playing Quidditch.

It was good, though, that she hadn't. Else she wouldn't be here, obviously. With Dylan. In his bed. Oh dear...

[Hiss]

(Apologuies love, these last few days have been hectic.)

Dylan sighed. Well, she couldn't blame now if he did manage to push her off. She said it herself that she could take a fall. Alright, it was now or nothing. Dylan could not stall forever. Honestly, he just didn't want to push Maris off the bed. It was totally not the fact that if he did lie down, he would be lying down next to a grown woman and possibly platonically sleeping with her. He was not worried about that in the slightest.

Taking a deep breath, Dylan lowered his head to the pillow and his back onto the mattress. His hands still clutched nervously to the blanket. This isn't so bad. Quite comfortable actually and warmer. That was true. The utter embarrassment and extra body heat was making Dylan feel quite warm.

"Um," He said, staring at the ceiling. "You know, I never thought it would be like this." Dylan wasn't sure where he was going with that statement.

[Lisa]

Maris scooted over a little more to make room for her dear-bestest-buddy-who-it-was-so-totally-normal-to-sleep-next-to-in-her-knickers. Not like he was looking or anything. And he most certainly wouldn't touch her. Well, not like that anyway. In her dreams, maybe. Oh Merlin.

All right. Mind out of the gutter, missy! Why was Dylan acting so strangely? Looked like he thought he'd die or something if he let go of his blanket. Honestly, she'd never understand men. Because she so totally was not nervous. Oh, no. Heavens no! Well, maybe a little. A lot. She could feel her face getting hotter, now.

Good thing it was dark, save for the moonlight. Being on her side and all, facing him no less, she didn't exactly fancy him wondering if something was up. If he ever found out... She'd be mortified. Didn't know what she'd ever do. Especially if he didn't feel the same, which she was sure was the case.

A mild expression of confusion crossed her face, then, her brow furrowing as she looked over at him. What was he talking about?

"...Be like what?"