Harry woke the next morning to find Malfoy already dressed and seated at the table, which was covered in all of their assorted gear. Harry's empty knapsack lay on the floor. Harry sat up and rubbed at his hair before fumbling beneath his pillow for his glasses and wand.
"What are you doing?" he asked. Despite the rest, he still felt tired.
"Taking inventory. Since they sent us to blistering heat, it stands to reason they might have us go somewhere hellishly cold next. If they take our wands again, I would like to be prepared."
Harry swung his bare legs over the edge of his bunk and hunted around for his t-shirt. "What are you going to do? Transfigure your shorts into a parka?"
Malfoy rolled his eyes and then picked up the knapsack. He shoved items into it while Harry hopped off the bed and walked over to pick up his jeans before Malfoy could pack them.
"I'm trying to prepare for possibilities. Gloves, fire-starters, and extra socks, for one. Our Auror robes should be fine for warmth, as long as it isn't ridiculously cold, and I would hope they don't want to kill us," Malfoy said.
Harry tugged on his jeans and wondered why Malfoy's cheeks were pink. He frowned. "Did you get sunburn on your face? I thought your hat protected you..."
"No, I did not sunburn my face," Malfoy snapped. "Now pay attention."
A sharp rap sounded on the door. "Breakfast in ten minutes. You are both to meet in the mess hall."
"All right!" Harry yelled. He looked at Malfoy and then pulled a clean t-shirt over his head. This one was pale blue and had AUROR emblazoned across the front in gold. Malfoy looked cool and crisp in a white button-down and grey trousers. He must have Transfigured his clothing. "You ready?"
Malfoy nodded and got to his feet. "Let's go see who was eliminated."
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"Last week's episode showed an impressive win by our Auror team as they navigated the canyon on mule-back, climbed slippery rocks over dangerous waterfalls, and used necessary teamwork to retrieve a heavy chest from a pool of water. Well done, boys!"
Ron and Neville cheered and clapped each other on the shoulder. Hermione shook her head fondly and smiled.
The contestants all stood before a majestic backdrop of striated red-coloured rock. Lee Jordan's voice dropped an octave. "On a sadder note, we had to say goodbye to Virginia and Norton. Unfortunately, poor Norton developed heat stroke on the way down the canyon. They gave it a good show, but this game is all about stamina, perseverance, and the will to win!"
The competitors cheered and raised their fists, with the exception of Harry, Draco, Edna, and Flora. Lee's enthusiasm was undimmed.
"With that in mind, are you ready for your next challenge?"
"Yes!" several of them roared.
"Very well! Your wands have all been removed in the interest of fairness. When you hear the whistle, you will all run to that pile of loose shale - " Lee pointed at a sheer cliff face, at the bottom of which rested a huge outfall of rock. " - and dig until you locate a stone imprinted with this symbol." He held up a piece of parchment that displayed a lion rampant holding a sword. "When found, you will grab your partner immediately, because the Portkey will activate shortly after being handled. Good luck to you all and..." A loud whistle sounded. "Go!"
The competitors ran for the cliff.
"I love this show," Ron said happily.
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Draco held back and allowed Potter to do most of the digging. After all, he didn't have a professional manicure to ruin.
The tarts found the Portkey first, amid much squealing and hopping up and down. They linked hands with triumphant giggles and disappeared.
"Look faster, Potter! Check that one!" Draco pointed at a stone near Potter's foot.
"You could help, you know!" Potter snapped, picking up handfuls of rock and flipping them over in a mass.
Draco wrinkled his nose and weighed his options. It wasn't until the tearoom girls found their Portkey and whisked away in triumph that Draco flung himself down next to Potter and sifted through the dusty rocks.
Potter smirked. "Thanks for helping, Princess."
"Shut it, Potter."
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"You've got to be kidding me," Draco said for the fourth time.
"God, Malfoy, will you knock it off? Now, when I pick you up, you'll have to hold on tightly - ?"
"What do you mean, pick me up? I'll be picking you up, thank you very much!"
Potter's expression was half amusement and half annoyance. Draco was quite familiar with it by now. "Don't be stup... stubborn. Don't be stubborn."
Draco glared, giving Potter the ice treatment for almost - almost - using the "S" word. Draco hated to be called stupid, especially by the Boy Who Was Perfect.
"I'm not going to be the wife!" Draco said adamantly.
"But you're lighter than me!"
Draco glared at him. The challenge was idiotic. Utterly idiotic. They had been the fourth team to arrive in Finland, just before Potter's fanboy and his friend. After a quick search in a haystack for the next clue, they were told to perform the native sport of "wife carrying".
"Nevertheless, I will not be the girl. I can carry you."
Potter swore and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, "Remind me never to ask you to bottom."
"What was that, Potter?" Draco asked, hoping to make the prat repeat it, because obviously Draco had heard wrong.
"Nothing. Look, I outweigh you by a stone or more. It's only logical. You want to win, don't you?"
Draco looked at the course, pursing his lips. Muggles were stupid, they really were. Apparently it was actual sport in Finland for a man to hoist his wife and race as fast as possible over rough terrain, shallow pools, and across assorted obstacles. Kimmy and Lisa were struggling up a hill, covered in mud. They were so muddy it was hard to tell which one was blonde. The filth decided him.
"You'd better not drop me," Draco warned.
Potter looked relieved. "Come on, then."
Draco placed his hands on Potter's shoulders and then hopped up to wrap his legs around Potter's hips. It would have been far more erotic if Potter hadn't staggered and nearly sent them both down.
"Fuck! No more cauldron cakes for you!"
"Are you calling me fat?"
"Just... hold on and... you know, be quiet."
Draco glared, even though it was pointless because Potter couldn't see him. His partner's hands wrapped around Draco's thighs, holding him in place, and then they started off. The first obstacle was a maze of hay bales that had to be threaded, which Potter navigated easily. Next there was a slight downhill slope and the first real obstacle - a shallow, muddy pond.
"Do not drop me," Draco warned.
"Stop tempting me," Potter retorted.
Draco held tightly until Potter croaked an admonition to stop choking him, so Draco relented a bit. Potter slogged through the pond, muscles straining at the mud that sucked at his feet. Draco knew his Auror boots would be filled with water when they exited, but it was lucky Potter had worn them. His trainers would have been pulled off and left in the mud, as apparently had happened to Edna, who laboured on barefoot, carrying Flora with barely a pause. The two burly women had powered past the perky girls like a steam train overtaking a bicycle.
"Think we can catch the tea shop girls?" Draco asked hopefully.
"Not a chance," Potter said, panting as he exited the pond. He bounced for a moment, shifting Draco higher on his back and got a firmer grip on his thighs.
"I could get used to this mode of transportation," Draco said and let go with one hand to wave it airily in their direction of travel. "Giddyup, mule."
"Can you just shut up?"
A flat track through a picturesque stand of trees was next and Potter jogged easily over the course. Draco was impressed at Potter's strength. The man had quite a pair of thighs. Of course, that led to other thoughts that Draco thought best left for later and not while his manly bits rested just over Potter's pert arse.
Thankfully, Potter's legs carried them abreast of Kimmy and Lisa and gave Draco something to focus on other than Potter's manliness.
"Hello, girls," Potter said cheerfully.
"Oh! Auror Potter!" The brunette's breath rasped in and out.
The blond glared at them. "Go faster, Kimmy! They are beating us!"
"That's easy for you to say!" Kimmy yelled. "I'm doing all the work!"
"Bye, girls!" Potter said and jogged faster, much to Draco's relief. He didn't care for the way the girls looked at Potter.
They next had to navigate a series of round black hoops that Potter called "tyres", which necessitated Potter shifting Draco's weight from side to side as he stepped into the centres.
Once that was completed, there was a slight downhill slope, which was probably a relief to Potter's aching legs, and then Draco spotted another team - the rock band duo. To his alarm, they were waist-deep in water.
"Potter," Draco said uncertainly. It was obvious that his partner was tiring, and walking through water was not easy.
"It's okay," Potter said. "Just hold on."
Draco tightened his arms around Potter, careful not to choke him. Potter entered the water and Draco's feet quickly submerged. The water was tepid and would likely ruin his Italian loafers. He knew he shouldn't have worn them, but they were comfortable and his Auror boots were packed away in Potter's knapsack, should he need them.
The water lapped at Potter's waist and Draco's knees, but Potter powered through the liquid and actually overtook the band mates. Allin looked at them tiredly and Jessyka gave them thumbs up.
"Awesome moves, Potter," she said.
"You can do it," Potter said encouragingly.
"Fuck off, Hero Boy," Allin said and Draco chuckled.
"Oh, I like him," Draco decided aloud.
Potter stumbled and Draco yelped, tightening his arms and legs in preparation for a dunking. Potter huffed a laugh and said, "Try to remember who's carrying you."
"Prat," Draco said and considered biting him on the neck for his trickery, although that idea held a temptation all its own. And he really needed to stop thinking such thoughts about Potter, who was infinitely unsuitable even for a one-off. Thankfully, Potter slipped while escaping the pond and went down on one knee, sending Draco's thoughts skittering away from an unsuitable one-off with Potter before his body could react, because the heat pooling in his groin obviously had other ideas.
Potter regained his feet and started off, jaw set and probably waiting for Draco to comment.
The final obstacle was a series of hurdles that Potter had only to step over, but Draco knew his thighs were likely burning from exertion. Potter's back was wet with sweat and his hands on Draco's legs felt like hot irons. He ploughed on doggedly, crossing the three barriers and then trudging through the last section of torture - a stretch of thick sand.
Draco could see the tea shop girls standing at the finish line. One of them waved happily while the other glowered over her mug of ale or butterbeer. A loud whistle went off when Potter crossed the invisible barrier and let go of Draco's legs. Draco moved away quickly, shaking his arms and walking around to ease the stiffness in his joints. Potter bent over and rested his hands on his knees, panting heavily.
"Nice work, Potter," Draco said.
Potter's dark head rose and he looked as though he would say something scathing, but Draco smiled at him sincerely and Potter's annoyed look faded. His lips twisted in a cautious return smile. "Thanks."
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"That challenge is insane," Ron said, laughing as he watched the girls flounder through the last water obstacle. Rita Skeeter and her partner had passed them and were navigating the final obstacle, with Rita imperiously directing her frowning partner. The dragon tamers were catching up quickly, having lost prodigious time in the canyon searching for the Portkey.
"Harry and Draco did great, although I thought Harry was going to drop him a time or two," Hermione said.
"Yeah, on purpose," Neville added.
They watched as the final groups staggered over the finish line, with the exhausted Best Friends beating the dragon tamers by mere minutes. Lee Jordan's face filled the screen once more.
"This leg of the Incredible Race was not for elimination purposes," Lee told the competitors. "It was only to determine the handicap on your next challenge." Lee smirked and added, "I hope none of you are homophobic, because this game will test your boundaries, as you were advised before you signed up. Are you ready to face invasion of your personal space?"
The contestants looked at each other warily and only a few of them nodded.
Ron settled more comfortably into the cushions. "Oh, this ought to be good," he said.
Harry glanced sidelong at Malfoy and wondered what the hell Jordan meant by "invasion of personal space". He had already been far too close to Malfoy today. Only the gruelling nature of the challenge had kept him from thinking too much about Malfoy's strong legs clasped around him, or focussing on Malfoy's cock resting against the small of his back.
Fuck, Harry had been dangerously close to turned-on during the Wife Carry, especially whenever Malfoy's warm breath wafted against him or his annoying voice said something in those irritating but liquid tones. Harry didn't normally think of men as attractive, but when it came to Malfoy nothing ever made sense.
Lee beckoned them all into a large tent lined with pairs of tables covered in white cloth.
"Hello, competitors! In this challenge, you and your partner will test your ability to work well under very close conditions." Lee's voice was thick with amusement. "As you can see, there is a large bowl of blueberries on one of your paired tables. On the other table is a bucket atop a scale. Your challenge is to take the berries from the bowl and transfer them to your partner, who will then deposit them into the bucket. This will continue until a certain weight is reached."
Harry frowned. It seemed simple enough, but there had to be a catch.
"To make it more difficult, your hands will be bound behind your backs. That's right, boys and girls. You will have to transfer the berries using only your mouths."
Harry inhaled sharply and his eyes widened. He dared not look at Malfoy. The other contestants muttered amongst themselves, so he knew he wasn't the only one mortified.
Lee continued, "This is an elimination challenge, so if any of you feel unable to continue, you may withdraw now and spare your fellow competitors the need to swap saliva with one another. Anyone?"
Harry glanced at the bouncy girls, who were red-faced, but giggling, and then at the tea girls. They glowered, but their jaws were set in determined masks and they both shook their heads. The dragon tamers both shrugged.
"I love you, Gertrude," Rita Skeeter said in a simpering tone. "Will you swap saliva with me?"
"If it helps us beat these other losers, absolutely, Rita," Gertrude replied.
Harry finally switched his gaze to Malfoy, who looked bored. Harry raised a questioning brow and Malfoy only shrugged. Harry released a sigh of relief. If Malfoy planned to treat the challenge as any other unpleasant task, it should be fine.
"Very well, then. Decide who shall be the giver and who shall be the receiver and take your places. The winners of the Wife Carry challenge, lovely Edna and Flora, will receive no handicap. When your bucket of berries reaches two pounds, a flag will rise and reveal the whereabouts of the Victory Carpet. You will race to that location where I will be waiting to announce your standing."
Lee looked at Harry and Draco, who had chosen a set of tables. Draco had grabbed the one closest to the bowl of berries, which apparently made Harry the "receiver".
"Auror team, you were second place in the Wife Carry, so we have added a quarter-pound to your weight requirement. You will need to place two and a quarter pounds of berries into the bucket in order to raise your flag. Bandmates, you will need two and a half pounds, and so on." Lee turned to the dragon tamers, who looked already defeated. "This mean you, boys, as our losing team, will need to fill your bucket with three and a quarter pounds of berries. But fear not! This challenge is not as easy as it seems! It requires coordination and steady lips." Lee laughed aloud.
"Assistants, please bind our contestants."
Several fuchsia-clad witches hurried to cast Binding Charms on their wrists after each of them crossed their arms behind their backs. Harry tugged at his bonds experimentally. They held.
"Is everyone ready?" Lee waited for dissenting voices. When none were forthcoming, Lee yelled, "Go!" just as a loud chime sounded.
Malfoy leaned forward and took some berries into his mouth. He turned and Harry leaned toward him, opening his mouth to accept them. He tried not to consider the eroticism of the act, and ignored Malfoy's lips brushing against his own, as well as the wetness of the berries that was not all juice.
When Harry's mouth was full, he turned and spat them into the bucket, swinging back around to see Malfoy already bent over retrieving another mouthful. His lips were already stained blue and Harry figured his were, too. He grinned for a moment and then Malfoy's mouth was back on his and his tongue was shoving blueberries into Harry's mouth. When he deposited the berries, Harry risked a glance toward the other teams. The young girls were moving quickly and seemed to have a rhythm going.
Nigel and Brendan seemed awkward and bent toward each other with a huge span of distance between their feet. Harry wondered if he and Malfoy looked as odd. With that in mind, he stepped closer to Malfoy, who nearly bumped into him in surprise when he turned.
Harry leaned toward him, thinking the height difference was an advantage in this instance - since Malfoy was just a bit taller and could utilize gravity to assist in pushing the berries into Harry's mouth.
Focus on the task, Harry admonished himself. And not on the fact that Malfoy was practically kissing him. Nor on the jolt he felt when Malfoy's tongue pushed over his lower lip and sent dangerous waves of heat careening through his blood.
Harry was so focussed on the task itself that he didn't notice when the flag went up, turning back to Malfoy and bumping into him in a near-daze. Malfoy's hands steadied him - their bonds had released when the flag went up.
"Potter, get the clue. We're finished!"
Harry blinked at him and then glanced at the flag that had risen behind the full bucket. A clue envelope dangled from the end of the flag. Malfoy moved past him and snatched it before taking Harry's hand and dragging him from the tent at a jog, letting him go once they were outside.
Harry wiped at the berry juice on his chin, staining his arm. He had to look a fright. He glanced at Malfoy, whose eyes scanned the tree-laden hillside and then looked at the scrap of parchment in his hand.
"There!" he said. "The right hand path. Come on, the tea girls are ahead of us again!"
Malfoy's mouth and chin were purplish blue. He looked as though he had been badly beaten. Harry chuckled.
"Shut it, Potter. You don't look any better."
Harry's leg muscles burned as he tried to keep up with Malfoy. His earlier exertions were taking their toll. Thankfully, the incline continued only a short distance before a large wooden building appeared.
Lee Jordan stood on the covered overhang at the top of a flight of stairs. There were not many, only ten or so, but Harry groaned at the sight of them, uncertain if his thighs could take the strain of even so few steps. Carrying Malfoy had been more difficult than he would ever admit - the blond might be willowy and slender, but he was still damned heavy.
Malfoy trotted easily up the stairs and Harry forced himself to follow, heaving a sigh of relief when the top one was reached. He stood on the carpet next to Malfoy and tried not to look at him as Lee smirked at them.
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"Congratulations, Harry and Draco, you are the second team to complete the challenge. You are safe from elimination."
Ron cheered and slapped Neville on the shoulder. The blasted footage had been intense, showing the teams performing the challenge, but giving no hint of which team was winning until the tea shop girls had arrived at the carpet.
"I knew they could do it! Second place! That's not bad. They didn't win the Diagon Alley shopping spree, but at least Harry didn't have to kiss Malfoy for nothing."
"Ron, they weren't kissing." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Looked a lot like kissing to me," Neville said.
"I notice you couldn't take your eyes off the tarts kissing," Hermione replied. "Either of you."
Ron stabbed a finger in her direction. "Hey! I saw you ogling the dragon tamers!"
"I was not!" she protested, but her cheeks flamed.
Ron only gave her a smug look and turned back to the screen to watch Rita Skeeter and her evil partner come in third.
"Booooo!" Ron and Neville hissed at the screen. Hermione said nothing, which was as good as encouragement in Ron's book.
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The building turned out to be a modernized Inn. Even though it was only early afternoon, they were finished with challenges for the day and would be free to enjoy the facilities, including a swimming pool and sauna. They could order food from the small cafŽ next door (using their precious supply of Galleons) or wait for a provided meal later in the day.
Draco was not hungry after ingesting the blueberries that he had nearly choked on a time or two, not to mention the juice that he could still taste.
The tea shop girls sat on a couple of sofas in the open common area. Lee Jordan was visible through the large windows and it was obvious the girls were waiting to see which participants were eliminated.
An assistant brought Potter a welcome-looking parcel. Potter tore it open and retrieved his wand before handing the box to Draco, who took it and pulled out his own wand before sprawling on a sofa upholstered in green and brown fabric that was liberally dotted with printed woodland creatures. He shuddered. A second assistant brought Potter the knapsack containing their assorted goods.
"Sit down, Potter," he said and patted the sofa seat.
"I need to clean up," Potter said.
The parcel also contained a single brass metal key with a round tag held on by a twist of wire. "Apparently we get to be roommates again," Draco said and dangled the key. "Room 27."
Potter glanced out the windows and scowled. Draco turned and caught sight of Rita Skeeter and Gertrude Acrimony standing before Lee Jordan.
"Damn," Draco muttered. "I was hoping they would be the next to go."
Potter nodded and sank down on the seat next to Draco, finally, just as Rita Skeeter and her crony entered, looking smug. Draco ignored them.
"You're a mess," Draco said and reached out to take Potter's chin in his hand. Potter jerked away with a glare, but Draco only frowned and grabbed him again. "Oh, hold still. You're still cute, just a bit too... blue."
"I - what?"
"Hold still," Draco said and lifted his wand to point it at Potter's face.
The green eyes widened, but Potter did not move away. Draco concentrated and murmured a spell, erasing the bluish tint from Potter's mouth and chin.
"Hand me the mirror from the knapsack."
"There's a mirror?" Potter asked.
"Of course there's a mirror. Don't you know anything about survival? Were you asleep during all of our training classes?"
Potter scowled, but he obediently dug around until he found the mirror and handed it to Draco. The door opened, revealing the dragon tamers, fairly splattered with purple. Nigel raised a hand and smiled at Potter. Draco gnashed his teeth.
"Two teams left," Draco said and looked in the mirror. He cast the same spell on himself to return his complexion to its usual fair clarity and then looked to Potter for approval.
"Still beautiful," Potter said and rolled his eyes. Draco jabbed him in the abdomen with his wand tip. "Hey!" Potter rubbed the spot.
"A Galleon says Allin and Jessyka lose," Draco said in a stage whisper.
"What? No way, the girls had to transfer a lot more berries."
"Then it's a bet?" Draco asked.
"Yeah." Potter stuck out his hand and Draco took it.
"Holding hands, Potter? Did the last challenge turn you into a shirtlifter, or is it just the company?" Rita Skeeter's voice was strident and as smug as usual.
Potter released Draco's hand and glared at her.
"Hello, Draco," she said.
"Rita," Draco said noncommittally.
"I saw you cast that spell. Can you do me?" she asked. Her voice dipped into tones that could only be considered suggestive.
"Draco isn't your type," Potter snapped. "No carapace or antennae."
Draco glanced at Potter, surprised by Potter's use of his first name as well as the unexpected defence. He almost sounded jealous, but Draco supposed it was merely Potter's hatred of Rita overcoming his better sense.
"Touche, Potter," Rita said and then bent closer to Draco to tap her stained face. "A little help, love?"
Draco sighed mentally and then cast the spell to clean her up. He had found her odious and unprincipled during his interactions with her at Hogwarts, even as he had used her to torment his arch-nemesis. Although seeing Potter bristle with rage was always a sight worth seeing. Magic seemed to crackle from his very pores and Draco half-expected the glasses in the room to shatter.
Potter was distracted before that happened. The door opened to divulge the dishevelled girls, half sobbing with what was obviously relief.
"You prat!" Potter said. "How did you know?"
Draco shrugged. He had seen the bandmates spill the bowl containing their blueberries, requiring the staff to bring them another bowl, which lost them precious time that obviously could not be regained.
"You owe me a Galleon, Potter."
"You can bill me." With that, Potter got to his feet and held out his hand. Draco almost - almost - reached up and took it, until he realized Potter wanted something. "Give me the key. I want to go put this knapsack down and hopefully find a hot bath."
"I'll go with you," Draco said.
Potter shrugged and headed for the stairs. Draco heard him mutter under his breath and then start up. After ten steps, Draco noticed he was lagging and stopped admiring Potter's arse in order to gain a couple of steps and look at Potter, who seemed slightly pale and strained.
"Are you all right?" Draco asked.
Potter nodded curtly. "Just tired. I'm not used to running an obstacle course carrying your - "
Draco was glad Potter didn't finish that sentence, as it was guaranteed to be unflattering and would probably cause him to retaliate and then they would be arguing again.
"Give me the pack," Draco said and took the knapsack from Potter before he could protest. Then he looped an arm around Potter's waist and forced the man to lean into him.
"What are you doing?" Potter hissed.
"Helping you up the stairs, invalid."
"Knock it off, they are probably staring."
"I thought today's challenge was supposed to cure your homophobia," Draco said, not letting go even though Potter's words stung. Of course the Saviour shouldn't be seen being manhandled by his partner. The Watcherbee was gone for the day, but Rita Skeeter and her evil quill were not.
"I am not homophobic!" Potter said. To Draco's surprise, he rested his hand on Draco's shoulder and gripped it, allowing Draco to actually help him up the stairs. "And thanks, my legs and back are aching."
When they reached the top of the stairs, Potter tried to pull away, but Draco ignored his effort. He scanned the doors, looking for 27. Of course it was at the end of the hall. He released Potter in order to unlock the door and push it open.
The room was twice the size of the rustic cabin in the Arizona canyon. Two beds were covered in thin-looking coverlets with the same wildlife motif as on the sofas downstairs. A single end table separated them and a magical lamp atop it lit up when they entered.
Potter tossed the knapsack toward the small writing desk. It landed about a foot away, but Potter only sat on the bed and toed off his shoes, still partly encrusted with dried mud.
"Please tell me we have a private bath," Potter said.
Draco walked to the open door on the other side of the room and peered inside. "We have a private bath."
"Thank god."
Draco walked inside and turned on the taps. The tub was a marble pool large enough to hold four people. Turning the tap led to a flood of water from somewhere not visible, quickly filling the tub. Draco swirled his hand through the water and then cast a Heating Charm to make it a bit hotter. Another spell caused it to bubble.
"Your bath is ready, Potter," Draco called.
Potter walked in and looked at the water dubiously. "Is it boiling?"
Draco gave him a pointed look and put his hand back in the water. "It's just bubbling, you oaf. For massage purposes."
"Oh. Thanks, then." Potter pulled off his shirt and Draco's eyes widened at the sudden appearance of Potter's abdominal muscles and smooth chest.
"Enjoy your bath," Draco said and was slightly alarmed to find his voice cracking slightly. He made his way to the door and escaped.
~TBC~
Author's Note: Yes, the crazy wife-carrying race really exists in Finland! Competitors train for it and everything! :D