Disclaimer: I wish I owned Harry Potter, and was the richest woman in Britain, but I'm not. (Sniffle)...

Author's Note: Well... I hope you enjoyed that last part, and now things get interesting. Well, actually according to the all powerful outline things get interesting in Chapter 3, unless you're a big fan of James. Things for him get interesting now. And if you're like me and hate Snape, then things will get interesting in this chapter. But SBRL? Nope. Not yet. That's next chapter. Oh well, we'll get there soon enough.

Btw, I know ya'll all care about my personal life, but I'm burning up! Why the heck is it this hot in April? So what I'm in Texas. It's not like it's normally hot this time of year! (fumes)...

Also I wasn't thinking when I first posted this fic. See, my world is dominated by band, so I know all these stereotypes, and facts and such. But not everyone knows that, and I forgot that. I mean, my parents didn't know what Color Guard was until I joined, at which point my mom gave me a gay lecture. (rolls eyes) So I was searching for some way to explain this, and realized that I can't explain marching band. Instead I had a brilliant idea. The best way to learn about this would be to show ya, right? So I tracked down some videos of the best marching shows I could find, and am attaching links. (You have to change the (dot) to an actual dot... (.) The stupid servers here won't allow links to be posted.)

youtube(dot)com/watch?v(equals)FeBhGYQFXkQ&feature(equals)related - The Cavaliers 2004. I'm rather partial to them. Probably because last years guard instructor was in their drum corp. Anyways, this is a great show, based on James Bond. The people with flags/swords/guns/nothing are the guard. I wanted to watch all of this video, but for some reason youtube kept cutting out...(sigh)

youtube(dot)com/watch?v(equals)VLVIKxKM2A&feature(equals)related The Blue Devils 2006. They're a bit more flashy, what with their cross and dagger and such, but still a great show. They did a good job of showing off marching skills (like staying in straight lines!) and have a great guard. Again, the guard members are the ones without instruments.

Also both of these are Drum Corps, not marching band. They are professional, and so there for much better than the high school marching band of this story. Also drum corps have no woodwinds, and the Cavaliers are all male. But those are the only differences... and I couldn't find many good high school marching band videos, that weren't video taped by mothers in the audience. So have fun with the videos, and of course the story!

Warnings: T'is Yaoi (BoyxBoy)! Homophobes stay out! T'is rated M for a reason! Immature 13 year olds stay out! T'is a fair bit of Snape abuse! Snape lovers stay out! (Sorry, I needed a homophobic jerk... and Snape fit in so well...)

"Alright children," Mme Hooch said, spreading drill sheets out in front of her, "Let's see what we have here." She examined the papers for a few moments. Meanwhile Sirius, James, and Remus were all trying to wring the water from the exploding water bottle of their clothing.

"I can't believe you did that," James said, watching the water cascade out of his thoroughly soaked shirt. "Why did you question the band directors?"

"Oh yes," Sirius said in a mocking voice, "Why did I questioned the all-knowing band directors? Because I think it's the worlds stupidest show theme. Love? Pfft."

"Well, I think it's sweet," Remus interjected, " After all, it could be fun. Like you said, you never see a marching band show about love. Perhaps it could put us on the top this year." Sirius just rolled his eyes. There was no way their mediocre marching band would ever make it to the top. Especially not with some fluff show like this. No, if they wanted to win, they needed something new and exciting, not something with rainbows and hearts.

"You three in the corner there! Come pay attention!" Mme Hooch barked. They all bowed their heads and meekly sauntered over. After all they had been in guard for years and had long since seen how Mme Hooch liked to take out her rage on students who disobeyed. "Alright," She continue when they took their places next to all the girls. "There is a rather long duet. It looks like it will last for all three movements, but we still don't have all the drill, so I'm not quite sure. Hmm... Let's see. James? You will preform the duet with Narcissa." All three boys groaned. Of all the annoying guard girls Narcissa was the worst. She had been constantly chasing after James ever since she found out he was, in fact, straight, and her blond trumpet of a boyfriend was so oblivious he didn't seem to notice. Or he didn't care. One could never tell which with trumpets.

Sirius looked over at Narcissa and her face absolutely glowed. She got to do the duet with the infamous James Potter! She got to be the one to dance with him! To touch him! And who knows with theme like this maybe even kiss him! Sirius just rolled his eyes. Stupid girl he thought James only has eyes for Lily. Even if she hates his guts. He just shook his head, and took the coordinate sheet Mme Hooch handed him. He was flag 8. Freakin' great. It didn't matter much anyways. He was just another cog in the machine.

Remus looked over at Sirius page. "Flag 8 eh? Good, I'm flag 7. Perhaps we'll be close to each other." He then glanced over at James' paper. "Dang it. He's flag one. He'll be on the opposite end of the field."

"Not that it matters much," Sirius added. "He'll be spending most of his time trying to ward off the advances of the blond chicken Mme Hooch paired him up with." Poor James, Sirius thought, Narcissa will be all over him.

"Alrighty then!" Mme Hooch screeched over the voices of the guard comparing sets, "To the band grid! It's time to start!" There was a general moaning of how hot it was, as the guard gathered the practice flags and weapons, even though they knew they most likely wouldn't use them. They then trudged out to join the rest of the band on the band grid. They proceeded through warm up quietly with Sirius getting yelled at only once, a new record.

"Take a water break and set up at set one!" Dumbledore yelled loud enough for all of the band, and even a few of the poor surrounding houses to hear. There was a mad rush for the water jugs. Band nerds poured it over them, some missing their mouths, in an attempt to be the first one to set one. Most attempted to be quick to their set. After all, no one enjoys jogging to their set, the whole band waiting on you, and then started the second you get there. Sirius however, wasn't in too bad of a rush. He already knew where his first set was and it was right next to the water. A perfect place for a first set.

He opened the spout of his water jug happy to take that first taste of ice cold water, when James grabbed it out of his hands.

"I'm commandeering this here water jug," James told him, greedily gulping the water down, spilling it down his delectable white shirt.

"But that's my water," Sirius said his voice filled with pout.

"Yes," James replied, pouring some over his head, "and you broke mine earlier. So it's only fair. You can have some in a minute." James finally finished with Sirius' water, and handed it to him. Sirius weighed the thing in dismay.

"You drank over half of it! You prick!" He yelled, loud enough that almost all of the band heard. He could feel the glares of all the band directors on him. "Sorry mi capitán!" He yelled again, trying to ease the tension of the stares, "Feel free to take all of my water whenever you want!" Sirius hurriedly gulped down some water, and ran to his first set, right next to Remus.

"Alright!" Dumbledore yelled again, "Now find set 2!" They all consulted their coordinate sheets, and moved. Remus stopped to help some freshmen read their sheets, before quickly finding his own, right behind the percussion. Sirius mean while, tired of getting in trouble for the day, quickly tracked down his set and stood there at attention, right in front of the percussion. Sadly his attention didn't hold for long, and he was soon studying the people around him. He finished looking to the right and left when he heard a cold greasy voice behind him.

"What was that Black," Snape sneared. "You're little fuck buddy get mad at you? Hmm?"

"No, you're just jealous snivvelous," Sirius replied, not looking back at him, "Because I have... what was it again? Friends?"

"Hmph," Snape replied, "Perhaps you can make it up to him in the sack. I'm sure you're a good fuck." Sirius began to get mad. He didn't mind people wondering about his sexuality, even though he thought he made it clear that he was straight. But he did mind people implying anything about him and James. After all, James was head over heals for Lily, and Sirius couldn't see what the girls saw in James. "Of course," Snape continued, "I can't see why. You aren't much of a looker yourself. Too close to a girl." That was it. If there was one thing Sirius considered to a worse insult than calling him gay, it was insulting his beauty, which he was quite vain about.

It took three band directs and Lily to drag him off of the bloody pulp that was once Severous Snape. He knew he was in for it now, but it was rather satisfying seeing Snape blubbering like some baby, as Lily tried to stop the bleeding. They sent Sirius home for the rest of practice, which he didn't mind at all. He spent the rest of the day, doing as he had wished all morning: sleeping.

Author's Note: Hmm... Finally we're going to get to chapter three! And finally things will start to heat up between the pups! (does happy dance). Again there are cookies for those who review. But sadly, I can't send them to ya'll (something about a restraining order) so all cookies will be given to the pup of your choice. (So Sirius or Remus). Have fun! See ya next chapter! Thanks for reading!