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

Author's Note: Wow... I really am a band freak. Well, I guess I can live with that. This is rated M for future chapters, in which I hope to achieve my dreams of defiling all band instruments, and other band related things. But for the moment our lovely pups will just be having awkward moment, and discovering they're feelings. Yes, I know pointless smut is much better, but I want to have some sort of plot to it... and it helps me work out my own feelings in this difficult time to have more than just hot slashy sex. Also this is a GUARD fic. All the main characters will be in the guard. Sadly, I can't see Peter in the guard, so he just isn't in the fic. But just in case you're interested, he plays the tuba.

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...)

Sirius wandered up to the band hall door. He was a few minutes late, but who cares? Sirius was always late to band practice. After all, it was what was expected of a Color Guard sloth like him.

"Mr. Black!" Mme Hooch, the guard instructor screeched, "You're late!"

"Sorry, m'am!" Sirius replied, throwing a mock salute, "It won't happen again!" Of course everyone in the band hall knew that was a lie. After all, Sirius was always late. He hurried to the back of the band hall, before she could respond,where he flopped down next to his two best friends, James Potter, and Remus Lupin, and promptly tuned the head band director, Albus Dumbledore out.

"So how was your break?" Sirius asked James.

"Short," was James' only reply. It had been short. They had only had two weeks between the end of school and the beginning of band camp. Sirius opened his mouth to speak again, but James silenced him with a finger.

"Oh, that's right," Sirius whispered, "Mi capitán, must listen to the directors." He smirked. No one would have ever guessed that James would have made captain. At the auditions he had been so love-struck with Lily, who had been one of the judges, that he had dropped his flag in the first move. Sirius still highly doubted that James had made it in just by being him. He was sure that one of the higher ups had had a hand in it.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Black," Mme Hooch yelled across the band, interrupting Dumbledore's speech about how special a year it was going to be. "Stop talking! I'd expect the captain to know better!" James glared at Sirius, but only nodded to Mme Hooch. Sirius smiled sheepishly, as Dumbledore continued to speak. James just turned back to the front and listened intently to Dumbledore speak.

So Sirius turned his attentions to Remus, who was also listening avidly. He opened his mouth to speak, but was instead whacked by James.

"Mme Hooch said to be quiet! So do it!" he whispered harshly.

"Yes mi capitán!" Sirius replied with a mock salute. He then sat in sullen silence. After all, what was he, the most naughty boy in the whole school, supposed to do with two goodie-two shoes friends, who used to be fun?

Then he saw it. James' water bottle. With a smile he picked the bottle up. It was still a bit too heavy for what he had planned, but that could easily be corrected with one good gulp. James glared at him as he drank the water, but said nothing for fear of being caught by Mme Hooch's hawk-like gaze. Sirius then retightened the top, and began to flip the water bottle, paying close attention to getting it as low and as fast as possible. Once he had set a steady rhythm of tosses he began to try and focus on what Dumbledore was saying.

"And now," Dumbledore rambled, "I would like to introduce you to your new drum major. Lily Evans." So Evans had made drum major? Not much of a surprise there. Sirius didn't even bother to stop and clap, even though the rest of the room did. He had known that Evans would be the next drum major. After all, she was the perfect band student. Came early to practice, just to make sure she wasn't late and she was one of the few flutes that could claim to have been in Varsity since her freshman year. So it was expected.

"Thank you!" Lily said, standing to make a slight speech. "I'm really excited to be here and to be working with you. And I'm sure that with a little hard work, this will be the best show we've ever put together!" Sirius rolled his eyes. After all, that's what was said every year. It was always I'm happy to be here, now work hard or else I'll murder you.

"I'm sure," Dumbledore continued to speak, "that many of you are wondering what our show theme will be this year. We decided to go a little different this year." Sirius rolled his eyes again. There was never anything different about a band show. They were always pointless songs thrown together, trying to fit some sort of the theme, most of which were boring. He had only joined guard to get his PE credits. He should have quit last year. After all, he could be at home asleep right now. Instead of listening to empty promises about how this year would be different. How they would win at contest. How they would grow closer. It had never happened. The band never won a contest. Never even made it to finals. He never felt closer to anyone after the season. If anything at the end of the season he was sick of seeing all the girls flounce around in those horrid costumes with way too much make up on.

"This year's show," Dumbledore droned, "is 'All About Love.' I will now play for you the music of this show." There was a loud crash as Sirius missed his toss, and the water bottle smashed on the band floor, covering Sirius, Remus and James in the ice cold water.

"Excuse me?" Sirius said indigently, "'All About Love?' That's not a band show theme! That's a Winter Guard theme!" Sirius had never seen a band preform anything about love. Planets? Check. Insanity? Check. Patriotism? Double Check. But Love? Never.

"Come on," James whispered, "It's not that bad of an idea. After all, we've never seen it before."

"Yeah," Remus added, "I think it's sweet."

"But love?"

"Yes, Mr. Black. Love. It's as simple as that. That is our theme. If you wish to quit you may do so now." Sirius seriously considered it. After all, he didn't need to do this anymore. He had gotten his credits, and he could really use the free time. But quit? It meant that he'd rarely ever see James and Remus any more. After all, they both loved guard so much that they would have to be buried with their flags.

All around him whispers broke out among the band. Could one of the few boys on guard actually be quiting. Sirius knew the nature of their other whispers too. They wondered what "his boyfriend" would think of it. It was quit funny actually. Half of the band believed he was gay. They, of course, also believed the same of James and Remus. Something about "only gay guys join guard." Sirius really didn't care. He got enough dates with the ladies, who didn't believe the rumors or didn't care. Plus all girls love a gay guy. He got more attention for the fairer sex than any other straight male he knew.

"Well, Mr. Black, we're waiting. Will you stay or go?"

Sirius rolled his eyes. There was no reason that this should be a topic of debate. "Fine, I'll stay." This would get interesting. He knew it. He might as well stick around.

Author's Note: So there you have it. The very first installment of my new fic. I know it was short, but this is where my outline says to stop, and dang it, I'm gonna stick to an outline this time! It'll hopefully save a great deal of my sanity and writer's block. Next chapter should be out soon! Until then reviews get a cookie! (But only if you tell the insane stalker lady were you live so I can send you the cookie! (evil grin))