Oliver was relieved figuratively and literally when Harry finally went in to take his shower. He couldn't take it anymore. Potter had just gotten very hot since he last saw him at the Quidditch World Cup.

'Thank Godric I put those boxer briefs Flint sent. Potter would have had met an unwanted friend if I hadn't.'

"Oliver, where's the towels?"

"I'll bring it in."

Oliver proceeded down the hall and opened the linen closet. He proceeded to take out some towels. He knocked on the door before entering.

"Harry, I'll leave the towel on the hamper by the door."

"Can you bring it in? I have soap in my eyes."

"Sure."

It was very foggy from all of the hot water Harry used. Before he knew it, Oliver slipped on the cold marble floor and fell into shower head first.

"Oliver?"

Oliver didn't respond as he had blacked out.

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Sorry it took so long… I've been feeling guilty so here's a bonus chapter! (But review!) That was stupid…the chapter is the next chapter…I'm rambling now.