She hadn't come here with the intention of telling George anything. But if there was anyone she could talk to about something like this, it had to be him. He knew her better than anyone else, better than Harry in some ways. And since the battle, they'd got closer, there was no way she could deny that. So if there was anyone at all she could turn to with this big secret of hers, it had to be him. She shuffled her chair a little closer to his, just for the comfort mainly, and took a deep breath as she tried to find a way to word what she wanted to without sounding completely heartless.
"I feel the same as I did before James. The moods, the weird food, just...that feeling in the pit of my stomach that somethings in there." She explained, running a hand through her hair, feeling slightly stressed. "But George, thats the problem...if there's something in there, I don't want it. Not right now. I only just got back to my team, and if I have another baby...I'm never going to be able to go back to professional Quidditch. Who could with two babies to run around after? And James is still only young, and I'm still not convinced I know what I'm doing with him, let alone having another one too."
She felt her eyes watering, and she wiped at them with the back of her hand. "And I'm compeltely heartless saying all this, and mum'd strangle me if she heard me." She laughed weakly, because really, she was sure that though her mum'd be very disappointed that she felt this way, she would never judge her for the decision. "So that's why I don't want to know. Because then I have to decide whether I want to be selfish, or be a mother again." Laughing sadly, she pushed George's shoulder gently. "Hey, at least you and Alicia don't have these types of troubles. A mini George running around? Don't think anyone'd be prepared for that to happen."