"Because I know you, Draco," answered Harry lightly, shrugging a bit as they continued to walk forward. "I know you better than just about everyone else. I don't have to think too much around you." Maybe that was it, too. Draco was familiar, and now that the thing that had pushed them apart was gone, perhaps...there were more similarities between them than either really knew.
"Well," started Harry the moment they were in the Three Broomsticks, "unless you want to start answering questions, I suggest we head over to London straight away instead. We can always pick up a mocha while we're there." Harry's grip was reassuring on Draco's, his hand in the other boy's firmly. If Draco wasn't going to back down, then neither would Harry.
Taking the lead, Harry started to walk towards the way to go into Muggle London. He was aware that it had grown rather quiet around here, and that people were looking every which way. He was sure he'd seen a camera flash or two, but Harry didn't pay it any attention.