The HP chatacters do not belong to me they are borrowed from JK Rowling

Oliver stood in the shower letting the hot water run over his cold, naked body. The water was scolding hot, but he felt no heat from it. He was glad to be on his own, the match had been lost and yet he didn't care. He felt empty, cold and more alone than he had in his entire life. Tears cascaded from his bright blue eyes, staining his cheeks as they ran down his tanned skin, he felt so lost, he could not cope with his loss. It wasn't just his loss, it was hers too. Seeing her laying there unable to do anything for her, to protect her and keep her safe, it had become so unbearable. Oliver knew she never blamed him for what happened. He pushed his dark hair that had plastered itself to his face, from his eyes. He never wanted to leave the warmth of the shower room even though it offered him no comfort but he knew he had to. A few more minuets, he thought to himself. Pull yourself together and be strong. She needs you. Then something made him turn around. There was someone coming into view through the steam, he could make out the long wavy red hair.

" Eilidh." he whispered as she walked straight into the shower block.

"Ollie, we were worried about you. Why are you still in here?" Her eyes gleamed luminous green as she came towards him. He couldn't look at her instead he turned his back on her, turned off the shower and pushed his way past her into the changing rooms, leaving her standing there. Pulling a towel from his locker, he sat down on the bench, head buried in hands, he couldn't pretend anymore. He broke down and began to cry uncontrollably. He felt her arms wrap around his neck, he tried to push her away but she wouldn't let him.

"Ssssh, its OK Ollie, its Ok." she soothed. He laid his head on her shoulder. Taking the towel that lay on the bench beside him, she wrapped it around his broad muscular shoulders and wiped away the tears with the corner.

" Ollie? Ollie, your shivering, please get dried. You'll get sick." He looked at her, it had only been a few days since she had been released from the hospital wing. Now she sat before him, so pale and fragile that he felt it he touched her she would break. Yet he had never seen her look so beautiful, so perfect. He never thought that his already broken heart could break anymore but it did when he looked into her beautiful porcelain face.

" I'm sorry Eilidh, I'm so sorry"