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

Author's Note: Isn't life fun! I have two English projects, one French book to read, and one math portfolio to make, as I try hard not to fail the state standardized test (which the only way I could fail it is if I fell asleep and ran out of time. Seriously, if you get a freakin' 50 on a test a 1st grader could pass, then you pass!), keep my parents from finding out too much about my life, and oh yeah, leadership additions are just around the corner, and I have to get ready for those so I can actually be in guard leadership next year! Meanwhile, I've oneshot ideas that have been literally throwing themselves against me so much that I haven't been able to write them all down and keep forgetting them, and of course I can't seem to get this story to calm down, and come out of my brain. Then soon guard additions start, and that'll get interesting. One of my guard friend's little brother is joining, so that should get interesting.

I've also went to the fine arts festival at my school yesterday and decided that next year they need someone to do a small guard routine, so I've set down to attempt and create one. It's to the song "No Good Deed," from Wicked, and I've already written 1/6 of the guard work. But as a result, I hurt my ankle, got hit in the gut by a flag (Giving me yet another reason to hate forty-fives!), and jammed my thumb.

So I'm a bit swamped at the moment, and probably shouldn't be posting this just yet, since I still haven't finished writing chapter 6, and I try to stay about two chapters ahead of my account. But I think I'll be able to finish it today, and then start on the (MAGNIFICENT!) chapter 7. Which probably won't take too long to write, since it's the chapter I've been waiting for forever.

Anyways, enough of my rambling. I need to get some work done. Things will hopefully start to heat up with some nice little flirtations. Of course there's no smut yet. That's about chapter 9. Five chapters away! So close!

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...)

"Ok band," Dumbledore announced out on the grid, "We have some news. There's been a drill error in the guard. It's not major." Sirius rolled his eyes. At least to him it seemed like a major change. "Basically the big guard solo we've all heard so much about, will no longer be done by James and Narcissa," who was still crying in the bathrooms, "but will now be preformed by Sirius and Remus. Alright! Set up at set 15!" There was a stunned silence in which no one moved, a first for all the band freaks. Then the screaming started.

"Two boys!" A flute shrieked.

"What so suddenly our show's about fags now!" A trumpet yelled. The chaos continued, and Sirius was shocked. He had never known that the band was so homophobic. Remus however seemed immune to the outburst, and simply went about getting a drink and setting up peacefully.

"Doesn't this bother you?" Sirius asked, staring at him in disbelief.

"Why should it? They'll get used to the idea soon."

"But what about how they react now?" Sirius asked, What about our reputations? He added silently.

"They'll get over it. No use crying over spilled milk."

"Quiet!" Dumbledore yelled over the band, "If you have any concerns about this," he said once the band had settled down, "Write a note, and drop it by the office. Practice is not the time to discuss this. Now, set up at set 15!" This time the band actually did respond, but slowly.

"Alright, now find set 16!" Dumbledore commanded once the band was finally set. Still grumbling, over 300 people pulled out the brand new coordinate sheets and tracked down their next set. Sirius and Remus ended up on the front side line, splitting the 50.

"Looks good!" Dumbledore announced after everyone had found set 16. They repeated it about 20 time, or at least that's what it felt like to Sirius. After all, band practice always felt slow. They would always spend almost 4 hours in the summer just tracking down sets, and running them, until even the slowest of the freshmen knew where their sets were.

"All right," Dumbledore said when they reached set 21, "You two just stay there for a while."

"Great," Sirius muttered under his breath. "We have nothing to do for the rest of practice." Remus was about to respond when another voice cut in.

"Lupin! Black!" Mme Hooch called from across the field, "Come here!" Sirius looked at Remus, and shrugged before the two of them went to go meet with Mme Hooch.

"Since you two have no where to go for the rest of practice," Sirius rolled his eyes. He could think of plenty of other places he would rather be, like at home. In bed. Like any normal teenager at 11 in the morning. "We're going to go ahead and began to work on the duet."

And so it began. They spent the rest of practice, attempting to do everything Mme Hooch told them to do, and still seem manly about it; a hard feat when preforming a love duet with one of your best friends.

The next morning, Sirius woke up, rather sore from practice, to his cell phone ringing. He just ignored it.

"Hello?" He asked groggily, about 10 minutes later, when he had finally answered the phone just to shut up it's ceaseless ringing.

"Where are you?" James demanded.

"At home. Asleep." Sirius looked at his clock. It was only 6:30. He still had a whole hour and a half before he had to get up for band practice.

"Well, get your ass up here now!"

"Why? Where?"

"The band hall!" James yelled, "We need you here! Now!"

"But I'm too tired to practice."

"This isn't for practice! We have some damage control to do!"

"Damage control?" Sirius was awake now. In fact he was halfway through getting dressed.

"Yeah, just get up here!"

"Fine, I'm on my way." He snapped his phone shut, grabbed his hat, a pop tart, and car keys, before heading out the door.

Five minutes later when he arrived at the band hall, he found Lily, James, Remus, Dumbledore, and Macgonagall all there. Lily, James, and Remus were all sorting through a large pile of scraps, while MacGonagall was reading something from the local newspaper. Dumbledore however, was in the office, on the phone, which rang again every time he finished the previous call.

"What's going on?" Sirius asked, joining his friends on the floor. James just handed him a scrap of paper.

"Read this." Sirius couldn't believe what it said. 'I refuse to be in a show about fags!' was written in curly script, and left unsigned.

"Are you serious?" Sirius asked, rereading the paper. He didn't believe that anyone would actually write Dumbledore a note about the duet.

"No you are," Remus said, with a slight grin.

"Oh yeah," Sirius said, picking up another piece of paper, "I've never heard that one before." 'This show represents everything unnatural and gross. You will be receiving a call from my parents!' was written in a somewhat messy print. "So what are we going to do?" He asked.

"Don't know yet. Dumbledore is currently too busy for us to discuss it yet," Lily said, without looking up, "Some idiot on the newspaper got a hold of this tid bit of info and wrote a whole article about it. So now we're getting calls from people we've never even heard of." Sirius picked up another piece of paper. 'I personally think it's a great idea. I support you whole heartedly in the attempt to pull this off.'

"Hey! Look! Someone actually supports us!"

"Actually about half of them do," Lily cut in, "That's why we're sorting them. One stack is for those that approve and the other's for those that disapprove." It took them nearly 30 minutes to organize them all.

"So what are the results?" Dumbledore asked, leaving the phone ringing in the office.

"They're split right down the middle, sir," Lily reported. There was silence for several minutes during which no one spoke. "Sir?" Lily asked, breaking the silence, "What are we going to do?"

"Get ready for practice," Dumbledore responded. Everyone looked at him astounded.

"But sir?" Lily asked again, "Can we really do such a controversial show?"

"Why is it controversial?" Remus asked timidly.

"Because it shows gay love," Sirius scoffed, amazed that his friend didn't realize it.

"Isn't love gender-neutral?" Remus asked looking at Dumbledore.

"Mr. Lupin has a point," Dumbledore said, "Love is supposed to be gender-neutral."

"But it isn't" James said, receiving several glares, "I mean even if it's supposed to be, it isn't at the moment."

"Yes," Sirius added, "And shouldn't we conform to what is expect?"

"Why?" Remus asked, Why would the self-dubbed 'bad boy' want go with the norm?

"Because we don't want to offend people?"

"Why should we care?" Dumbledore asked.

"Because we're a public organization!" Lily told him, disbelief written across her face, "We have a reputation to up hold! And half of our members disagree with this!"

"And the other half agree with it," Remus pointed out softly.

"Are you really all for this!" Sirius said, turning towards his friend. "Do you really want to be labeled as a queer! To get strange looks, because people make stupid assumptions!"

"Why not? They already believed we were gay because we were in guard. Why not let them have even more reason?" He had a good point, and Sirius knew it.

"Again we have to make our choice,"Dumbledore said, "The previous options still stand. What are we going to do?"

"If we stay with the show we have," James said slowly, "then it will show that we don't back down. It might also change some opinions about who we are, and what love is. I vote that we keep it."

"Agreed," the other echoed. Sirius looked at his watch. 7:45. No time to go anywhere. Crap.

"Hey Sirius!" Remus called, as Lily and James talked to each other, "Let's practice." Sirius rolled his eyes, but went ahead and practiced with Remus till band started.

Author's Note: This chapter used to be longer. Then I decided that while I loved what happened after they ran through the show at the end of the practice, I hated the description of the guard work, and have yet to actually decided what they're going to do for the guard work. So I had to cut the end of practice scene. It was too rough, and my guard side of my brain is completely fried. In fact I think all of my brain is fried. Oh well. As per usual, cookies for your favorite character if you review (and tell me who gets the cookie!) (yes, they can share!). Thanks for reading! Have a great day!