George sighed, running his hand through his hair. She just wasn't going to let this go, was she? It was silly for him to think that she would - she'd probably beat it out of him if she had to. That image left him chuckling a bit.
He tried to avoid her gaze when she moved closer. "It means exactly what it sounds like," he said, unable to keep his eyes away for long enough. "I knew well enough that I wasn't what you wanted. I'm a Gryffindor. Everyone from your house has always hated my family. Your friends wouldn't approve. And...I can't give you all the things you want." Especially since I don't even have a job right now... "Besides, look at you. You're beyond gorgeous. You can have any man you want. Why would I ever expect you to settle for...me?"