"Just a few scratches," he answered. "What about you two?"
"Fine," Harry murmured. His face scrunched up in discomfort due to wearing the torn, dirty and wet garment; a moment later, he shucked off his swim trunks and for a good measure, vanished the offending article of clothing.
He turned to his left and saw two pairs of amused eyes looking at him.
"What?"
Daphne and Dylan couldn't help but laugh. "What is it with you and wet clothes?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with mirth. "Even after you cast a drying charm, you still try to get rid of them as the earliest opportunity!"
Harry simply huffed. "I just don't like the feeling of wet clothes sticking to my body, that's all!"
"I'm actually surprised he wore those swim trunks at all," Dylan snickered, grinning mischievously and slapping Harry's toned stomach with the back of his hand. "In the time I've known you, I've never even seen one of those in your wardrobe. You always swim in the nude, Harry, what changed?"
Harry dived to land a smack at the back of his brother's head when they were interrupted by the school's resident healer.
"Break it up, you two!" said Madam Pomfrey crossly. "Mr Lestrange, didn't I expressly tell you to rest?"
"I am resting," said Dylan innocently. "I'm lying down on the bed and everything! You know I would never disregard your orders, right, Madam Pomfrey? And I'm hurt that you would suspect your favourite patient of wrongdoing when the real culprit is my moronic brother."
"Hey!"
Madam Pomfrey kept muttering under her breath as she scanned the newly arrived couple with her wand. Harry could make out a few words like 'hate dealing with' and 'siblings' and 'Weasleys twins'.
Harry was offended. He and Dylan were not as bad as the Weasley twins!
"I've healed all your injuries," she told them a few minutes later. "But don't overexert yourselves for the next day or two. Come meet me if you feel unwell."
With a final glare at the cheeky Lestrange scion, the matron left. The three of them were just about to resume their conversation when a girl with brown hair entered their cubicle. She took one look at Harry who was standing next to his fiancée, arms crossed over his chest, completely unconcerned by his lack of clothing, and her eyes widened.
"Hey, Astoria," he smiled. "Come on in."
" Eeepp !"
Astoria Greengrass dashed out of the cubicle, her face scarlet.
Harry turned to his fiancée and brother in confusion. "What just happened?"
Daphne rolled her eyes. "You're naked, idiot," she said wryly. "What did you think would happen, with your genitals on display for all to see?"
"… Oh."
Dylan snorted. "You're clueless, as always, egghead. Your fan club is going to have new posters for their rooms. They now have unlimited access to the Boy-Who-Lived clad in nothing but a pair of swim trunks."
"At least he was wearing swim trunks. I really believed he would come wearing nothing at all! It wouldn't have surprised me, if he had," piped in Daphne, grinning at her spluttering fiancé.
"I wouldn't do that," Harry protested weakly, unable to deny the fact that that had been his initial plan. Why anyone wanted to wear clothes while swimming baffled him entirely! "I hardly think coming to the second task of the Triwizard Tournament like that would be good for me! I mean, the entire world is watching!"
"Yeah, it would make the headlines, alright," she smirked. "Boy-Who-Lived bares all!"
"Triwizard Tournament turns into a Tristreaking Tournament," Dylan added, grinning wickedly. "I'm sure it would cater to a larger audience with your cock and balls on display. It's still not too late, you know. All you have to do is walk out of this tent!"
"Are you two done?" said Harry in exasperation as they snickered.
Donning a pair of fresh clothes that a Hogwarts house-elf had brought for each of them, they walked outside and waited for the scores. Fleur was awarded thirty points, Cedric forty-five points, Krum forty points and Harry was awarded full fifty points.
"You're in the lead!" Dylan cried excitedly, giving his older brother a tight hug. "You're going to win this thing, I know it!"
Harry smirked. Yes, he would win. They still hadn't figured out who was behind putting his name in the Goblet of Fire, but eventually, someone would slip; and when they did, Harry would take care of them. Whoever was responsible was a dead man walking.
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