For the second time that day, she saw George's serious side take over, and it tugged at her heart. As he spoke, she swallowed hard. She was happy he didn't think it was a big deal, but that didn't make any of this easier. It was only made harder by the hand on her cheek, and for almost a moment she could imagine im actually caring.
Not very likely. And this was George bloody Weasley, of all people. What was she thinking?
She took in a deep breath, knowing he deserved an answer at least. They were still friends, which was part of the problem.
"The 'more' is the problem," she sighed, glad for the hands on her shoulders. "I'm sorry George, you're a good friend, but... yes, you're a fit bloke, and you can be charming when you want, and while yes, it would be rather nice to shag you, I'm sick and tired of the same old one night stands and quite frankly deserve more than that in my life."