Hey everyone! Here's another update for ya! I hope you enjoy it, but FYI I am not slacking off on A Crazy Little Thing Called Quidditch, there are just some important situations in this story that pertain to that one, so, I hope you like!

Major thanks to: FSl, Black Kitty of FICC and Nicole!

That night I sat in our dorm, rummaging through my drawers, trying to decide what to wear. I was to tutor Marcus and I had to find the perfect outfit, finally just settling on the green and gray striped socks that matched my uniform that we were wearing, I pulled my tie loose, and fluffed my hair, unsuccessful in making it seem fuller, only frizzier, I growled and simply grabbed my wand, reciting a spell making my hair tie itself into a ponytail. I grabbed my Transfiguration book and headed down to the commons to see Marcus sitting at the small table in a nook away from the fireplace, but with two small desk lamps and a portrait of Salazar Slytherin. I walked over, holding my breath slightly trying to puff out my chest, hopping to emphasize a decent asset of mine.

"Hey," Marcus said lazily, looking past me to some sixth year girls giggling and sitting near the fire with extremely short skirts.

"Hi," I said meekly, dropping my books and looking over to where he was. Sluts. "Um, okay," I started lowering myself into a seat opposite of him, "Where do we begin?"

Marcus shrugged his shoulders, and replied, "I don't know, you're the tutor." His gaze was still lingering on those girls.

My eye twitched and I shook it off, "Alright, what do you need help with?" I asked trying to be patient. My headache had barely left me and I believe it worsened after DADA with that crazy Lupin.

"Everything," Marcus replied smartly, giving an eye to the girls over there, grinning at them as they giggled.

"Listen, Marcus, you can either help me help you, or you can ask them for help and not be able to play in next week's game," I threaten, it's not like I was going to walk away, but I didn't want him getting into the habit of walking all over me.

Marcus finally turned and looked at me. "Did you do your Animagus essay?" he questioned.

I has been searching through my notes and his, comparing them, he had exactly the same thing that I did, how the hell was he failing? But he must've spoken cause he called my name.

"Bailey! Hello!"

"What?" I asked impatiently. That was a little mean, but oh well.

"Never mind," he scoffed crossing his arms and stealing his notes back from me.

"No, what?"

"Nothing," Marcus replied.

"Marcus, I'm sorry, what did you need?" I asked trying my best to sugar coat my words.

"Did you do your Animagus essay?"

Urgh, shit. "Ah, no, I didn't. Did you?"

"No, I don't even know what mine is yet," he sighed.

I brightened, usually you have to endure serious mediation and concentration to find out what your Animagus is. Guided mediation is what McGonagall had suggested works the best and fastest. "Neither, have I," I said trying to sound gloomy.

"Well, you remember what McGonagall said in class?"

"About trying to find your Animagus?" I questioned, trying to play the dumb blonde part, and hopefully to see if he really did pay attention in class.

"Wasn't it something about mediation?" he asked me. He really was trying, I could see by the look on his face.

Alright, I'll give it to him, "wasn't it something like 'guided meditation'?"

"Guided meditation? What's that?" he asked confused.

Oh my god, is this guy serious? "Um, it's easier to do if we go somewhere quieter, and uh… get more comfortable and stuff," now I sound like I'm twelve, great, good going Bailey.

"Alright," he said simply smiling slightly.

"Uh, okay, well we can't go up to my dorms because of the other girls and they won't leave to hang out here, so…" I trailed off hoping he would offer.

"Well, I could kick the guys out of my dorms," he replied.

"Alright then, I'll go up to my room so I can change out of this and grab some candles or something, they help. Or so I've read," I said sheepishly rubbing the back of my neck and standing up, grabbing my books.

"Wait," Marcus said delaying me.

"What's that?"

"Can we study again tomorrow night too?" he ask before standing up himself and taking his books off of the table.

"Uh, yeah, sure," I grinned. "But I'll be in your room in like fifteen minutes, okay?"

"Yeah, okay," he said and headed up the stairs behind me. I opened the door to my dorms and threw my books on my bed and shut the door doing the happy dance, shaking my butt, "oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!" I cheered to myself as Gwen looked up from her magazine, and Renée up from her book, Kelly lay asleep in her bed and Ruby was no where to be seen.

"What's up with you?" Renée asked slightly perturbed.

"I'm sorry, did I break your concentration!" I giggled. "Marcus and I are going to do a little 'Guided Meditation' in his room, in about," I glanced at my watch, "ten minutes," I grinned.

"'Guided Meditation'?" Gwen asked.

"So that's what they're calling it these days," Kelly sighed rolling over to face me.

"HA! You never know!" Oh my god, "in that case, I better change quick!" I grinned heading for my trunk and grabbing a matching set of black lace Victoria Secret's bra and panties and headed into the bathroom.

"Ta-da!" I came out wearing the black bra under my white tank top with my shirt unbuttoned and the panties under a quite shorter skirt, granted it was the same skirt I had been wearing all day but I just shorted it, a lot. "How do I look?" I asked doing the twirl test.

"Um, well," Kelly said slowly.

"You look like a slut!" Renée gapped.

"No she doesn't!" Gwen defended me.

"Yeah you're right, that only makes her look slightly trashier," Kelly added snorting.

I rolled my eyes and put my hands on my hips, "You guys have got to be kidding me!" They couldn't be serious, I mean come on! Everybody's got their wilder side, here was mine, in a basic Ruby outfit.

I really didn't look all that bad, but it just looked out of place on me, if you really didn't know me all that well, or at least only thought of me as a smart Slytherin.

"At least put a shawl on or something," Renée said still disgusted.

"Oo! A scarf! Great idea, Renée!" I ignored her pleas to cover up, and grabbed my green and grey scarf, wrapping it once around my neck, letting it hang down. Grabbing some candles from my trunk I headed for the door.

"At least you can cover your boobs if you get horny!" Gwen called out the door as it shut behind me.

Oh god, that was loud. She was loud, she's always loud. Shit, oh well. I headed over to the boys dorms and knocked on the door. It opened and the seventh year boys filed out one by one, some giving me stares of interest and others ogling at me, for once.

"You can come in now," Marcus said coming to the door and leaning suavely in the doorframe, he really didn't have to, hehehe, oh my god, I'm giggling in my head.

I grinned though, desperately trying to cover up the voices in my head and walked pasted him into the boy's dorms. Taking a look around I wasn't that disgusted, it wasn't incredibly dirty, it was 'lived in' as I liked to refer to it. I set the candles down, a few on his nightstand a few more on the trunk at the end of his bed. "Can you light those while I look for the excerpt in the book please?" I questioned sitting down on his bed, crossing my legs with the book next to me, flipping lazily through the pages. Finding it, I dog eared the page and looked up at Marcus who I suddenly noticed had changed, he was no longer wearing his school uniform with a sweater, but a pair of black and green plaid pajama pants and a black form fitting tee shirt. Grrrrowl, my head purred.

"So?" he asked sitting down next to me on his bed.

"Um, oh yeah," I turned to face him, putting the book in between us, "you need to find a comfortable position," I said looking up over the book at Marcus who grinned and leaned back, resting his hands behind his head.

"Alright, I'm comfortable, now what."

I raised an eyebrow, tempted to jump his bones right then, but sighed and read on. "You must clear you mind of any dangerous distractions. Focus on your breathing and then once you have done so call out in your mind to your blah, blah, blah," I finished, it was irrelevant.

"Well, are you comfortable?" Marcus asked and I shuck my head. "Not yet," I said as I moved my feet out in front of my, crossing them at my ankles and then leaning back on my arms, to balance out the weight.

"Okay, ready," I said.

"Mm, isn't this supposed to be guided?" Marcus asked raising an eyebrow.

I looked on at him, his eyes closed, completely relaxed, "Focus your breathing first," I told him, blushing myself and closing my eyes, trying to concentrate on my own breathing, but then my arms went numb.

"Damn it," I mumbled and I hear Marcus shift slightly.

"You okay?" he asked.

I opened one eye to find him staring at me, "My arms hurt," I pouted, this way incredibly frustrating.

Just then Marcus patted the spot next to him at the head of the bed, "Come on then," he said and I looked on cautiously before folding my legs underneath of me, crawling slowly up his bed and along his side to lay down next to him. He had moved his arm out of the way so that my head would lay on the pillow and he draped his arm that had been behind his head on his stomach.

I was so nervous that I closed my eyes and out of habit began drumming my fingers on my hip bones.

I felt something brush against my hand and I stopped immediately, and Marcus's fingers soon laced through mine, holding my hand between our bodies.

Oh. My. God. I was in heaven, in complete bliss, I couldn't believe that this would ever happen to me. Marcus sighed next to me and I stopped focusing on his breathing, its rhythmic pattern of deep inhale and slow exhale, I was intrigued.

"You ready?" he asked barely above a whisper, and I turned more, to lay facing him and begin to guide him through the mediation.

"Okay, you're in a long hallway, it's dark and you can see the moonlight through the window on your left. You start walking down the hall, past the windows. You can hear footsteps coming at you from around the corner at the end of the hall."

"Mm," he squeezed my hand, "Who's footsteps are they?"

"You're Animagus," I reply simple, "it comes around the corner, now what is your animal," I ask looking up at Marcus's face.

He squints in concentration and then opens his eyes, "A bear," he said confused.

"Congratulations, you've found you Animagus," I grinned looking up at him proudly. Well at least the night wasn't a complete waste of studies.