He nestled the batter into a greased pan and deposited it all into the oven with a slam of the door. He retreated to the other end of the kitchen to try and assemble some passable icing. This went as smoothly as he could have hoped, given he didn’t require the use of any Muggle technology. But he did grapple with it being too runny, then too thick, then too runny again. And he may have been a bit too heavy handed with the sugar. But that was alright, wasn’t it? Harry liked sweet things. Who knew what he was doing with a man like Draco.