"If you snore, move, spit, drool or mumble, you're out." Dean told Malfoy who was sleeping next to him. "And to make sure of that, up goes a brick wall." he added, pulling out bricks from his bag.

"Maybe Malfoy should sleep next to Crabbe and Goyle..." Harry suggested.

"Are you kidding? Those guys are gross. I'll stay here thankyou very much." Malfoy said indignantly, plunking himself down.

"Ok," Seamus said. "Tonight is the night we spill our guts out to each other."

"Alright..." everyone said.

"Ok, when I was little my mom made me take voice lessons, she thoght I could be Celine Dion's background singer." Seamus said.

"I was happy not knowing that." Hrry said.

"Ya well, it's called spill your guts night, so I'm spilling my guts."

"Alrighty then..."

"It's a good thing Crabbe's asleep," Malfoy said. "He blabs everyone's secrets."

That night alll of the secrets were spilled.

In the morning at breakfast everyone looked at the 8 of them oddly (I don't care if Crabbe was asleep).

"What's rong HErm, do I have something on my face?" Ron asked sleepily.

"No, you special little cowboy." (he had taken horse back riding lessons the previous summer) Hermione said.

"You heard?" Ron asked paling.

"We all heard, every single word." Hermione responded.

"This really sucks." Harry and Ron said simutaneosly.