Pastry
Hermione bit blissfully into the exquisitely made pastry. She moaned.
Harry chuckled, despite knowing precisely how she felt.
"Oh, Harry!" she gasped, "I thought you couldn't manage flaky pastry?"
He shook his head ruefully. "I still can't."
"The hell!" Ron managed through his own mouthful. "These're great!"
"Mm. They definitely are." Harry agreed, "I didn't make them."
Hermione had the good grace to swallow her mouthful before speaking. "Who did then?"
"Severus." Harry explained. "He took pity on me when he found me, failing, miserably."
"He says he can teach me the proper way to do it too. We'll see."
~Fin~
Tomorrow's includes a Neville cameo, FYI - oh, and I will be updating daily for at least another week and a half.