Disclaimer: I wish I owned Harry Potter, and was the richest woman in Britain, but I'm not. (Sniffle)...
Author's Note: (sigh)... why am I always behind on my chapters? Anyways, I still haven't finished writing chapter 8 (I'm about one conversation from the end! So close!) But perhaps ch 9 will be easy cause it's mostly lime, and a bit of a guard practice... I think... Then chapter 10 is at the moment unknown. Hopefully I'll think of something before I get there!
Anyways on with the chapter! (P.S. I threw in another minor pairing here, and really really wanted to die. It's kinda gag worthy!)
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...)
It took Sirius a while to find his way to the football field. After all, they shared one with another school, and Sirius had only come here with the band, not caring to pay any attention to the directions they took previously. By the he finally got there, paid for his ticket, and found a fairly empty row of bleachers, the band was already there. He stared dreamily off at the color guard section, wishing he were there. He would have been sitting right next to Remus and James, making jokes and sticking weird things in all the girls' hair. But no, he had let his anger get away from him, and was now stupidly stuck here, far far away from the band.
He sighed, sitting back. He was still too early for the game. It would start in another 30 minutes or so, so until then, he was stuck there. All alone.
Sirius woke up, from his boredom induced nap, when a mop of greasy black hair sat next to him. He barely flinched, and just watched the percussionist.
"Don't worry, love" Snape crooned to the person on the other side of him, "No one will see us."
"Pff, yeah right, no one but the whole school." The person scoffed. Wait Sirius knew that voice.
"But, dear," Snape said in a very calm greasy voice that made Sirius want to barf, "Everyone's all worried about dear ol' Sirius and Remus. No one will even notice us." Sirius couldn't believe it. Snape was a fucking hypocrite! And the situation? Oh it was gag worthy.
"So you're using my brother as a distraction?" The boy on the other side said, anger beginning to fill his voice.
"No, of course not. Things just happened to work out this way." Sirius really wished he wasn't there. He really wished that he wasn't still pretending to be asleep. But he definitely wished he had not just heard the sloppy wet kissing that had just started in the chairs next to him. Now he knew he would be sick.
Sirius opened his eyes, and look over. Yep, he was going to be sick. There was Snape, and he was with none other than Sirius' brother.
I'm not going to start a fight here, Sirius told himself over and over again, as he stood up and decided to find a new seat, somewhere very, very far away. Unfortunately to do that he had to pass the amazing greasy wonder, who was currently sucking Regulus' face off. He thought about it for a few seconds, before just pushing through the two, and running off. It was a sure fire way that Regulus would know he had been seen, but at least it got Sirius out of there.
After finding a new seat, and kicking the mental image, of the grossest pairing he'd never have thought imaginable, out of his head Sirius watched the football game. He had never known how long they were. Normally he only got to see the kick off, before Mme Hooch was dragging them out of the stands and down to the rough concrete for a little extra practice time, so he was unaccustomed to the length of the game. But finally half time came.
By that time the stands were packed full. Lily had been right. The whole school had turned out to see the show, and now due to his own stupidity, Remus was going to have to take the brunt force of their opinions. The band marched out onto the field, and played the first song for the drill team. Sirius attempted to watch all the pretty girls in skimpy outfits dance, but his eyes kept getting drawn away to watch the color guard set up.
Finally the band show started. It was amazing how quiet it was in the stands. Normally, no one really watched the show. They were all too busy buying nachos, using the horribly small bathroom, or just chatting. But for once they were all watching.
The band finally passed set 21, and Remus was alone in the middle of the field, absolute terror written across his face. He had never done the show by himself. Sirius had always been there, but now he wasn't.
Then the show was over. They had made it safely through the first movement, the only thing they were performing that night. Remus had dropped his solo several times, but other than that it was okay.
Sirius flinched thinking about the punishment Remus would endure for having dropped. While the normal punishment for a drop was a hundred singles, the punish for a show drop was twice as sever, and if it was during a solo, 50 drop spins were added onto of it. Remus had dropped at least 5 times, so that was at least 1000 singles, and 250 drop spins. Sirius' muscles hurt just thinking about it. The worst part of course would be that these had to be served immediately after they were dismissed back at the band hall, promising Remus to be there till sometime past the ungodly hour of 2 am.
As the rest of the football game continued on, Sirius began to reel quite guilty, After all, it was partially his fault that Remus had been so nervous during the duet. So by following this train of thought, Sirius concluded that it was really his fault for Remus dropping, and his fault that he would now be receiving the killer punishment.
By the end of the fourth quarter, Sirius knew what he had to do. So, five minutes fore the end of the game, Sirius left and went to sit outside the band hall until the band returned.
After the band dismissed from the band hall, all that was left was the few guard members that had dropped. "Alright," Mme Hooch said to the yawning bunch of students, "You know what to do! Don't leave till you're finished." She sat down at the table at the front of the band hall, and started to work on paperwork.
"Mme Hooch?" Sirius, finally stepping into the band hall, "May I talk to you for a moment."
"What do you want Black?" She asked, not looking up. He gulped, walking closer to her. He didn't want the rest of the guard to hear his request.
"I was wondering," he started, speaking softly and quickly, "if you would be willing to let me do half of Remus' punishment for him." He took a deep breath, waiting for the no.
"Why?" She asked. Sirius couldn't believe she'd even be willing to consider it.
"Because I should have been there. It was my fault that Remus was by himself during the show. Also he'll be here till two if he has to do it all by himself. That's too long. Please?"
"Fine. Go get a flag, and start tossing," He nodded and ran quickly to the guard closet. He quickly selected out the lightest show flag he could, and returned to the band hall, where most of the other guard members where finishing their punishments.
"What are you doing?" Remus asked him quietly as he tossed.
"Tossing," Sirius replied, getting set to begin his half. He didn't know if Mme Hooch had told Remus that Sirius was taking half his punishment, but he figured that if she hadn't then she must have had a reason.
"Stop!" Mme Hooch told them thirty minutes later, "How many have you done?"
"200," Remus told her, leaning on his flag for support.
"Good," She turned to Sirius, "and you?"
"Only 150," He replied. Sirius had no idea how Remus had managed to do 200. Sirius could barely feel his arms, and he hadn't done as many.
Mme Hooch sighed, "I was hoping you were closer to finishing. Oh well, keep spinning." Remus immediately began tossing singles again. Sirius however, just looked at his flag. Why was he doing this again?
"Mr. Black," Mme Hooch's voice cut through his thoughts, "If you are tired you may stop. The 150 that you have already done will be subtracted from Lupin's total, and you may go ahead and leave. Or you can keep spinning. It's up to you." Next to him a flag hit the ground as Remus missed having been too intent on eavesdropping.
"What?" Remus asked, not picking up his flag.
"Mr. Black has volunteered to do half of your punishment," Mme Hooch informed him.
"Why?" Remus asked Sirius. Sirius just shrugged and start to toss again. Remus took the rather blunt hint and picking up his own flag, start to toss it again.
Around two o'clock, Mme Hooch stopped them again. "Stop. It's getting late." Sirius rolled his eyes. It was past late. It had moved on to being early. "You are done. Please go home." They didn't have to be told twice. They quickly rolled their flags, and ran to the back hallway to put them up.
"So why did you take half my punishment?" Remus asked, as they opened the closet door, and went in.
"I don't know," Sirius shrugged, "It just felt right." Suddenly there was a scream, followed by a heavy weight falling on him, pushing him into the wall.
"Sorry," Remus breathed, his face just inches away from Sirius', "I tripped over a flag." Sirius looked at the ground.
"Yeah, a fish probably left it there," He was barely aware of the fact that Remus had yet to actually move off of him.
"Probably," Remus replied, his face growing closer to Sirius'. Before Sirius could recognize what was happening, a pair of tentative lips were touching his. Remus pulled back slightly, expecting to be pushed off his friend, but after no push came he kissed Sirius again. Sirius' brain finally kicked in, and he began to kiss Remus back, a small moan escaping his mouth.
Sadly, that moan brought Remus back to reality. Before Sirius could even blink, Remus was gone, the guard closet door slamming closed. With a sigh, he gathered his stuff, and exited the guard closet.
"There you are," Mme Hooch said, walking down the hall to the closet, "I was starting to worry about the two of you."
"Sorry, ma'am," Sirius replied, looking around to see if he could find Remus. Sadly the other boy had already left. "Well, I'm leaving. See you on Monday!" He waved to her as he left.
Author's Note: Eh... I don't like the middle. I zombied on it, and I can't find the inspiration to go back and fix it. Plus I don't really have the time. I have to leave for guard audition camp in about 20 minutes, so I don't have much time. Anyways, I was sitting in math class today when a plot bunny came wandering by. Sadly it wasn't a plot bunny for this story, but for a sequel to it. So I'm currently half-heartedly mapping out a sequel which will take place during Winter Guard season. I really like it, but I don't really like who ended up being the antagonist in it. But I've said too much already. And I need to go! So see ya next chapter! Thanks for reading! Have a nice day! And as always cookies to be given to characters for reviews!
