Harry exhaled in relief when Draco told him to stop, but the relief was more emotionally than physically. His head ached as a result of Draco's words and touches, and Harry was about to give up with a laugh. He had absolutely no idea where he had left the cakelayers - actually, it felt like his whole mind had been wiped clean over the course of the last few minutes - and he was about to tell Draco that. However, he had his musclememory to thank, as he aimlessly reached out in front of him, gracing the plastic cakestand with the first layer.<br/>"Um, is it just gonna be a cream cake?" Harry asked, dumbly and disoriented, not really sure if he had prepared anything else.