When Draco approved of the placement, Harry lowered the cake layer onto the cake; only to scrape his knuckles against the cream as he pulled his hand away from underneath it.<br/>"Aw, fuck -" Harry muttered under his breath, as he continued to move the layer solely with his right hand. Quickly realising that there was too much cream on his hand to galantly wipe it off on the table, Harry wiped it against his shirt. "Okay, what's next?"