Okay so this is something I've been working on for weeks and during all that time I somehow couldn't bring myself to post it! This story is my baby but I'm not really sure if anyone else is going to find it appealing. Basically this story is about the first wizarding boy band, Next Generation. It's about the band's progression (from formation to first single to photo-shoots to concerts…etc) and the boys forming friendships as well as falling in love (not necessarily with each other but this is AS/S). So yea idk I'm terrible at these things but if that sounds interesting to you keep reading!

There are a couple of warnings I'd like to put out there:

1. This story will be SLASH. If you don't like, don't read!

2. This is set in the wizarding world but honestly there is very little actual magic going on. I don't know if that bothers anyone but I just want to put it out there. This story is more about the characters and the development of the band and less about magic.

3. This is gonna be LOOOOOOONG! I don't think that's a bad thing but I thought I'd at least give you a heads up. I've already written about 22,000 words and I'm not even close to being finished.

Alright well that's about all I have to say for now! I promise I won't talk this much normally, I'm just nervous and babbling!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. Sad but true. And I'm sure I'm not the first to do a wizarding boy band so any commonalities with another story are purely coincidental!

ATTENTION WIZARDS 17-20:

Can you sing?

Want to travel the world and share your talents?

Open auditions are being held for a new musical group on Saturday June 2nd at the Dancing Hippogriff!

Please come prepared to perform a song

Dance experience preferred

The flyer, posted on almost every street corner of Diagon Alley, features three good-looking boys smiling brilliantly and posing. Occasionally one of them starts to dance, something that makes Rose giggle relentlessly. "Albus please tell me you aren't going to this?"

Albus scowls and snatchs the flyer from her surprised hands. "Shove it Rose."

"A boy band? Really Albus, I thought you had much more pride than this."

"It's not a boy band, it's a… musical group."

"Made up of all boys who look pretty and can sing and dance." Rose grins impishly, "It's a boy band."

"It could be fun."

"It's silly!"

"It's something I can do that will prove there's more to me than the surname Potter." Albus bursts angrily.

Rose's grin slips and she bites the inside of her cheek. "Sorry," She says quietly. "I didn't realize you were so serious about this."

"Yea well I am." He grumbles irritably.

They walk in silence for a while and Albus silently curses himself for losing his temper. Truthfully he'd also laughed when James brought the flyer home. Naturally his older brother would be auditioning; he loved anything that put him in the spotlight even if his singing was mediocre. But the more he'd watched James rehearse the more intrigued Albus became. He could sing. Much better, in fact, than his older brother. And maybe, just maybe, something like this could finally pull him out of the giant shadow cast by his legendary father.

"I think you should do it." Rose says softly. Albus raises an eyebrow. "I'm serious." She says. "You'd be great and if anyone has the face for a boy band," She pinches his cheek and gives it a small smack, "It's you."

"Ha ha." Albus rolls his eyes but he can't help the way his lips twitch upward into a reluctant smile. "You'll come with me right?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." She promises.

Scorpius chews on his lip nervously as he sits outside the audition room. His foot taps incessantly much to the displeasure of the boy beside him, who takes turns glaring at Scorpius's offending appendage and heaving loud, annoyed sighs.

A woman appeares from the room with a piece of parchment in hand, "Number 126," She calls. The annoyed boy fixes his face into a chipper smile and followes the woman into the room. Scorpius looks down at the number on his chest and feels his stomach flip as it hits him: he's next.

"Deep breaths," Scorpius reminds himself quietly. "Just relax, you can do this." He's there alone which had seemed like a good idea at the time but now as he sits there fidgeting nervously he wishes his mother were with him. It feels like hours before the woman with the parchment returns, "Number 127."

Scorpius's legs feel like jelly as stands and for a brief moment he thinks he might fall, but the blonde shakes off the feeling, internally chastising himself. As his father would say: Malfoys don't faint; they remain cool and composed at all times. He picks up his guitar and slings the strap across his chest, positioning the instrument behind himself as he walks.

The woman smiles and ushers Scorpius into a room where a long table sits. "Alright deary, go ahead stand right over there." She points to a small platform located about 5 feet from the table. Scorpius tries to remain calm as he takes in the faces at the table. 2,4,7… 9. 9 people sat at the long table, 18 eyes (well 20 if you count parchment lady's) follow Scorpius to his spot.

A man around his father's age with dark hair slicked flat against his head addresses him first. "What's your name boy?" Scorpius's heart is thumping so loud he barely hears the man.

"Scorpius."

"Scorpius what?"

The blonde bites his lip again. He had been hoping to avoid that question until he'd at least sung. Finally he sighs, "Malfoy sir. Scorpius Malfoy." Murmurs break out along the table.

"First Potters and now a Malfoy," A witch with lips painted the color of blood said, "I think we might have bit off more than we can chew." Scorpius is so nervous he almost misses the name Potter. Almost.

"Potter?" He asks. Scorpius knows Albus and James from school. James is a bit conceited and Albus has always been friendly but for the most part they just ignored the blonde. Unfortunately Scorpius couldn't say the same. He had been star-struck by the pair since day one and as he'd grown older, and discovered his preference for men, he'd begun to appreciate the younger Potter more than he cared to admit.

"Yes," The woman nods, "Both boys. Very good I might add." A lump is forming in Scorpius's throat.

A young woman with pastel hair that resembled cotton candy claps her hands together once, just loudly enough to be heard over the whispered conversations taking place. "Shall we let the boy sing then?" The room falls silent and she nods to Scorpius. "What are you going to sing for us?"

He swallows hard, "Charmed." It's his favorite song by his favorite wizarding band and something he's sang so many times he could do it in his sleep.

"And I assume you'll be playing that?" She gestures to the guitar. Scorpius nods and takes a deep breath.

"You are the…" The moment he starts to play everything seems to fade into the background. His heartbeat evens out, his breathing relaxes, even the faces of his judges cease to be a source of panic. It's just him and his guitar. Scorpius sings the song in his sweet, pitch-perfected voice and suppresses a grin at the look on his audience's faces. The man with the slicked back hair is nodding approvingly and muttering something to the man on his right who nods back and scribbles something down on the parchment in front of him. The first woman's blood-red lips formed an "O" and her eyebrows are nearing her hairline. The pink haired woman just sits there smiling from ear to ear like he's a Christmas gift come early. When he finished she is the first to speak.

"Excellent! I think I speak for us all when I say I'd like to see you tomorrow for the dancing portion of our auditions."

"D-dancing?" Scorpius stutters. "I can't dance." Hadn't that been optional? Scorpius tries to remember what the flyer said.

"Well we'll be the judges of that." She says still smiling. "We'll see you tomorrow, thank you." Her tone is final and dismissive.

Scorpius spends the rest of the day fretting despite his parent's reassurance. "You're an incredibly talented musician and they'd be crazy not to choose you." His mother says, smoothing out his hair. Scorpius feels his heart swell at the love in her voice. He loves his mother and how incredibly supportive she is of him. She'd been the one to purchase his first guitar despite his father's protests that music was unnecessary frivolity. When Scorpius came out to his parents his father had snapped his fingers and said, "Now I understand the music!" as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Scorpius never bothered to correct whatever misconception his father had formed because from that day on the older man ceased to pester him about wasting time "with that damn piece of wood."

"You know, I could always… arrange some things… if this doesn't turn out favorably." The casual tone his father uses doesn't fool Scorpius. "Buy someone off" or "Do something incredibly illegal" could easily be substituted for "arrange some things."

"Er, no thanks dad. I think I can handle this myself." He means well, in his own fucked up father kind of way.

His father shakes his head, "If it wasn't for the hair I'd swear you were adopted." His warm smile softens his words. "Just relax Scorpius, I know you'll be brilliant."

But relaxing is easier said than done. Besides being terrified of what was sure to be a disastrous dance lesson, come Sunday morning Scorpius finds himself seated in a room of handsome boys who are surely his competition. He is so nervous he can't even appreciate the good-looking man meat on display.

An elbow nudges him and Scorpius turned to see a deeply tanned boy smiling at him. "Look," The boy says and points to another boy across the room. The wizard is laid out on the floor, his eyes half-closed, with a dopey smile on his face.

"What's wrong with him?" Scorpius asks.

"He's been sipping something from that flask of his for the past hour. I think it's a calming draught."

Scorpius scoffs disdainfully, "Had a little too much hasn't he?"

The boy nods in agreement and holds out a hand, "I'm Felix."

"Scorpius." He replies shaking the hand.

"So I guess you're my competition huh?"

"I guess so. Any idea how many guys they are looking for?"

"Five." Felix says, "At least that's what I heard someone say."

Scorpius looks around the room; there are at least thirty guys in the room. One of them has suspiciously long hair and all it takes is a glance at those curvy hips for Scorpius to realize it's a girl. Wait, girl? She has a thick curtain of auburn hair and there's something oddly familiar about her. Next to her stands a boy about a foot taller with the same red hair, both with their backs to Scorpius.

"Why is she here?"

Felix follows his line of vision, "Ah yes. Special Potter privilege." It isn't until then that Scorpius notices the two dark-haired wizards the girl is talking to, Albus and James. Which could only mean that the girl is Rose Weasley and the ginger boy Hugo. "I guess they're here for moral support." Scorpius looks away; watching Albus makes him nervous.

"Not really fair is it?" Felix asks. "I mean for the Potter's to be here. There go two of those five spots." Scorpius frowns, he hadn't thought about that. It is unfair but who in their right mind wouldn't pick Albus and James? The Potter name alone would be a huge selling point. So that leaves approximately 28 guys fighting for three spots. Scorpius doesn't like the odds.

"Hello, hello, hello!" A middle-aged man dressed entirely in black spandex from head to neck enters the room with a flamboyant wave of his hands. "Alright darlings, I am Dennis Creevey and- my god! James and Albus Potter?" He squeals in delight and rushs to the boys. "I went to school with your father! Oh it is my utmost pleasure to meet you!"

"Come now Dennis we don't have all day." A woman says. The pink haired lady from the day before enters the room followed by the man with the slicked back hair and the woman with the blood-red lips, who, Scorpius notes, has switched her lips to a more neutral color and opted for blood colored shoes instead.

"Right, right." Dennis says clapping his hands together happily. "As I said I'm Dennis Creevey and today I will be your choreographer. I hope you are all ready for an exciting day!"

The dance is actually much more difficult than Albus had anticipated. James, who is going effortlessly through the motions, does nothing to quell his frustration. Dennis teaches fast and has little patience for repeating himself, which leaves Albus a half step behind and struggling to catch up. He isn't alone though. At least half the room looks just as confused if not more so. "Okay boys, take five. When you come back we'll begin the elimination process."

"Wait, that's it?" Albus asks horrified. "I still have no idea what I'm doing!"

"Come on, Al." James rolls his eyes. "It's really not that hard." Rose and Hugo move from their spot at the back of the room and join the now frantic wizard.

"What am I going to do?" He groans.

"I could charm your feet." Rose suggests. "Or confund the judges?"

"What are you so confused about?" Hugo asks. "It's pretty straight forward. One, two, three, four, step left, slide right," The redheaded boy busts out the dance as if he's been doing it for years. "Touch your heart, and bump, bump." When he finishes the entire combination Hugo is met with three gaping mouths. "What?"

"Hugo!"

"Where the hell did you learn to dance like that?" Albus demands.

"I don't know." He says shrugging, "I've always liked to dance."

"I have three minutes for you to teach me everything you know."

Hugo is much more patient than Dennis and after he breaks down the first two eight counts Albus is feeling confident. They're just starting on the third count when Dennis and the judges return.

"Spread out!" Dennis hollers. Hugo makes to follow Rose but the choreographer grabs his arm and drags him back to the front. "No, no sonny you don't go hiding in the back!"

"Oh I'm not-"

"Shush."

"But-"

"No back talk! Five, six, seven, eight!"

Scorpius is dreadful. He has two left feet and his face burns with embarrassment. "Oops, sorry!" He mumbles as he accidentally bumps into another boy. The boy glares and huffs before moving to another spot in the room.

Scorpius complete and utter lack of dance ability is being compounded with the unbearable scrutiny of the judges and the result is a sloppy, stumbling mess. He might as well be drunk. The judges walk among the dancers, tapping those who are dismissed on the shoulder. Scorpius tries not to pay too much attention to the thinning of the dance floor, but his fear grows with the knowledge that the less people there are to block him from view the more likely it is that he'll be eliminated. There can't be more than ten boys left when Scorpius feels the tap on his shoulder. Dennis, the choreographer, has just eliminated him.

Scorpius feels like he's been hit by a stunner. Hot tears stung the corners of his eyes as he heads for the exit. "Wait." The pink haired woman is staring intently at him. She motions for Scorpius to join her and he does numbly. "Sit." Scorpius does as he is told despite his desperate desire to get as far away from this place as he can. "Stay." His stomach is waging war and Scorpius blinks hard to force back his tears. He can't believe its over, he's out, but he's still sitting in the room watching the others.

The dancing finally comes to an end when there's seven boys left. It's a reminder of just how close he was to actually doing this thing. There are two blondes, Felix, a dark skinned boy, Hugo, and the Potter boys. Big surprise, he thinks bitterly. "Congratulations boys, you are the best looking, most talented of over hundreds who auditioned." The man with the slick back hair addresses the lucky seven. "Unfortunately we're only looking for 5. Albus, James, up here please." The two boys look at each other and warily make their way to front. "And, you, you, and you." Felix, one of the blonde boys, and the dark skinned boy join the Potters. "Well those are my picks."

Scorpius scowls, what is he still doing here? Why does he have to sit here and watch these guys be chosen to live out his dream? This is cruel! They should have at least left the room to have this discussion. "What do you think Gemma?"

The pink haired women, Gemma, looks thoughtfully at the boys in front of her and then back to the boys in line. Suddenly she stops, startled. "Who are you?"

"Oh! Um, I'm Hugo. Hugo Weasley."

"He's the best damn dancer we have." Dennis comments.

"You didn't sing for me." Gemma points out.

"Yes, well I didn't plan to audition-" She presses a finger to her lips and Hugo stops talking.

"It's missing something." She says finally.

"Like what my sweet?" The man asks.

"I know!" Dennis steps forward and switches the dark-skinned boy for Hugo, much to the latter's disappointment.

Gemma approaches the redhead, "Sing."

"Er… if you're happy and you know it clap your hands…"

"Stop." She groans and presses her fingertips to her forehead.

"You have to admit," The woman with the red shoes starts, "Aesthetically this is the best lineup."

"Yes Mila, I know. It's just…" Gemma's eyes land on Scorpius who is still brooding in the corner. "We need another voice." She beckons him with her index finger. Scorpius's legs are wobbly as he stands and crosses the room to her; he adamantly avoids eye contact with either Potter boy though both are staring incredulously at him. Gemma pushes the blonde standing next to Felix back and places Scorpius in his place.

"Him?" Dennis asks dubious. "Did you see him move? He looked like a fish out of water. Plus he's a…"

"A what?"

"A Malfoy." Scorpius glares at the choreographer. What is that supposed to mean?

"But his voice." Gemma says softly. "I'll give you ginger if you let me have this one."

Dennis and Mila share a glance before they turned back to Gemma. "Done."

The pink haired woman smiles and turned to the man with the slicked back hair, "Alright, these are my choices." He looks skeptically at Scorpius and Hugo.

"Don't worry Mr. Topper," Mila smiles, "Between Dennis, Gemma, and myself we could make hairless cats appealing enough to sell an album."

"Yes, yes." Mr. Topper says, "You're right but remember Gemma, this is your project, I'll only fund so much before I expect a return." She waves him off and turns back to the boys. She points to the three standing uncertainly in the back, "You can go, thank you for coming."

Scorpius feels his heart flutter, does that mean…? "Congratulations, you five have been selected for the first wizarding boy band!" Gemma smiles brightly, "You guys ready to be famous?" Scorpius's heart soars. Yes, yes, yes! He is ready and willing. He's so elated he doesn't even mention that Albus and James technically are famous and anyone with the last name Malfoy is somewhat infamous at this point.

"I hate to be the one to derail this happy train but it would seem you've forgotten something." Rose carefully makes her way to the front of the room, "Hugo's only 15. And mum will never let him drop out of Hogwarts."

Well there it is! If it looks like people are interested and reading I'll probably start updating weekly, if not then I'll just discontinue this. Like I said, this is my baby, so please be gentle but I would love some feedback!