Harry could hold a grudge like no other when it suited his purpose. He could also forgive and forget and become fast friends just the same. Besides, the changes he´d seen in Draco lately had shown Harry that the Malfoy heir wasn´t just doing this to make friends with Harry for whatever other purpose his father had for him. Harry glanced over at the slightly nervous Draco, and chuckled softly. "Relax, Draco," he returned softly, shaking his head.
"You´ll be walking in with me of all people, remember. The Weasleys might not like you too much, and Ron can be dense most of the time, but they won´t miss that fact." Harry playfully shoved Draco, then led the way towards the Weasley´s joke shop. It had been difficult after the war, with only George soldiering on, but Harry knew that George would never give up on the shop that had been the dream started by both twins. He smiled a bit, then pushed open the doors. He was greeted by a feeling of familiarity, and laughter surrounded him instantly. Harry greeted a few of the customers cheerfully enough, knowing it wouldn´t take too long for George to spot him walking in. Or rather, for him to spot a Malfoy walking in. This would be another test to see just how much Draco had changed. "So, what do you think?"