It was far more intense than Harry had anticipated. While it previously had been weirdly intimate, it was now an overwhelming mixture of sounds and textures, and Harry did his best to focus on Draco's voice in between the noises, while gently separating the cake layers (now safely put on the table).<br/>"Can I put this on a stand or something -" Harry still had his fingers gracing one of the whole cakelayers, not wanting to loose it among the two others. As he was blindfolded, Harry realised that he hadn't been paying enough attention to the rules of the game, and with a laugh, he interrupted himself with a: "Am I even allowed to ask?"