Harry had been a bit of a mess lately. He'd been thinking, researching. He'd been doing whatever he could to try to sort his mess out. He should have known it would come to this, as anything with the two of them usually involved explosions of some kind. This time was, well, rather than arguing, a romantic explosion of sorts. That was really the best word that Harry had for it, but he'd made the deal with Draco to go shopping with him, and Harry would. He always kept his word.
It took a bit of convincing to get Yukiko to go to the door, but she did eventually let him go through. When he caught sight of Draco the moment he stepped through the door, Harry shook his head a moment, then stepped closer. He, with his typical Gryffindor bravado, leaned forward and decided to end the awkwardness with a single, decisive kiss. It was a means of testing the waters, but also a means of apologizing for him questioning so many things between their visits. "Stop bloody thinking so much," teased Harry softly. "I can admit that I was a right prick about things overreacted a bit. This thing is still really new." He knew it was a lame excuse, but it worked.