A/N: This is from George's point of view. Also I'd like to know who Hermione should end up with, there is a poll on my profile for you to vote in. Thanks! Also if you're confused as to why George doesn't seem too worried it's because he's been in worse situations over the war.
I take them the long way around, not using any of the secret passages because I can't remember what's on the original Marauders map and what's not. I can't let them realise how well I know Hogwarts, it'll make them more suspicious then they are already. Or maybe I should, just to mess with Dumbledork's head a bit. I can't help the snort that comes out, the mental image of a confused and worried Dumbledore is hilarious. He always seems so confident and it'd be fun. Though from the prod of the wand in my back I don't think I'd have my memory of it for long enough to enjoy it. Oh well.
We're about on corridor away from Hermione's, Fred's and mine quarters when I decide to mess with them a little. After all, it's too difficult to resist. I haven't been able to prank anyone in ages. There hasn't been anyone to prank. So instead of turning left to go to our quarters I turn right towards a staircase. As soon as Dumbledork, Sirius, Remus and I are on the staircase it starts to move; leaving Peter and James behind. Looking at them I wave cheerfully as James rolls his eyes and drags Peter back the way we came. I presume he's heading towards our quarters. Ah well, I still have three people to mess with.
A jolt from the staircase indicates that it's finished moving and so I turn and start walking again. I wonder where I should take them. Though just as I'm debating the dungeons Remus' stomach growls loudly, causing him to blush brightly. The kitchens! I could sit in there for a few minutes, Fred and Hermione could come up with a cover story whilst I'm doing that. I really am a genius. I turn left towards another staircase, not a moving one this time. Though that is when Dumbledork decides to talk once again. "Isn't your quarters on one of the higher levels?" Shit! I forgot he was the one to show us where our quarters are. Maybe if I glare at him he won't ask anymore questions. Or I can make him feel dumb. Yeah, that one sounds much better. So I just give him a condescending look over my shoulder and a little shake of my head after I look forward again.
I can't help the smirk that works it's way onto my face when he says nothing. At the final staircase, another moving one, before the kitchens we end up losing Sirius. I laugh at the way he just shrugs and walks back the way we came, like James and Peter. When Dumbledork looks at me curiously I just smile at him and continue walking towards the kitchens. When we get to the portrait of the bowl of fruit the pear and walk in quickly as Dumbledork starts to splutter behind me. One of the elves rushes up to me and I ask for some sandwiches, chocolate, pumpkin juice and hot chicken in a picnic basket. Just as the elf returns a few seconds later Dumbledork grabs me and starts to drag me back out of the kitchens. But just as I start to mourn the loss of food Remus move forward and takes the big basket.
Tugging my arm out of Dumbledork's grasp I take the basket of Remus, who is starting to struggle with the weight of it, and stalk back up the corridor. I start muttering about manners as well, just to annoy him that little bit more. Fishing in the basket I pull out two chocolate bars and hand one to Remus whilst taking a bite out of my own. By the time we've each had three - and Dumbledork's had none - we're back at our quarters. Giving the password I keep the glamour's on until I see that Hermione and Fred have taken theirs off. Sighing, I take mine off and flop onto the floor. Grabbing my wand from Hermione I move all the furniture to the sides of the room and lay the picnic rug out, which the elf had managed to slip in there. Finally, I set out eight plates of food with the same amount on each. Well, apart from Dumbledork's, which just has one half of a sandwich. When he glares at me I just shrug and tell him he shouldn't have pointed a wand at the person with the food.
Hermione sits on my right and Fred sits on hers. The marauders sit down hesitantly, with James and Sirius on my left and Remus and Peter on Fred's right. That just leaves Dumbledork's place on the opposite side of the picnic blanket. Looking around the circle I notice that only Remus has started eating his and the other three Marauders are looking at their food warily. "An elf made it, I haven't poisoned it you know." I tell them, making them jump slightly and Peter to let out a high pitch squeak, which causes Fred to cover his laugh with a cough. Smiling as they start to eat I wait for the questions to start, even whilst I'm desperate to know if Hermione's alright. At least there's always later.