The noises, the sights, the people; all those things made London what it was. Remus could never get enough of it. Now that they were seventeen and free from school and restrictions from the Ministry it felt like he could truly enjoy it.
And there was no other way to do that with Sirius.
The bustle of the crowds brought him back.
"You all right over there? Thought I was going to have to push you in front of someone so you would listen to me."
"Yeah, I'm fine, Pads. I was just thinking about something."
Sirius snorted, "I couldn't tell." As a response to his own sarcastic remark he rolled his eyes. "I was saying how around these parts is a good book store that I thought you might like. Had that old-timey touch to it; tons of old books. Do you want to go there?"
"What do you think, Sirius?"
Stroking his imaginary beard the boy said in a loud and joking tone, "Well… judging by the relative position of the earth to the moon and stars I'm going to have to say… your answer will be yes." His shining grey eyes looked at him.
They knew each other too well.
"Lead the way you mutt, you."
Sirius did a playful bark before grabbing Remus's hand, intertwining their fingers together, and starting off.
The people on the street started giving them small frowns. As that automatic reaction that Remus had taught himself when he was in front of crowds he pulled his hand away.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa Moony; if we're going to this place I'm going to hold your hand. Do I have to sing that Beatle's song about all they want to do is hold someone's hand? Because I will."
Remus knew better to tempt Sirius. The dark haired Gryffindor's voice was bloody terrible.
Already Sirius was clearing his voice and getting ready to.
Remus quickly snatched the hand and started pulling him in the direction he had been pulling them in first.
"Remus, wait," Sirius forced them to pause, "Remember this: These people are people you'll never see again. Not in a life time. They're just passing people who don't know you and don't know me. Give them no mind because the opinions of a stranger shouldn't matter." A long finger was just brought under his chin, making the young werewolf look up. "Got that?"
"I got that."
"Good. Now let's go and find that bloody bookstore so you can read for a couple hours."
Sirius, that happy bubble as always, started pulling Remus across the side walk once again with their fingers tangled together.
A/N
Just another little drabble to get my blood flowing to my head.
I Want to Hold Your Hand by the Beatles was used for inspiration.
Unbetaed again so please drop a review of things that need to be worked on!