"I don't know, what if I'm stalking George? You don't know for certain if you're the reason I took up a position at the shop or for George's freckly arse." It was neither, but he was teasing her for the sake of teasing. The truth didn't matter much.
It was nice to have more normal things to worry about, like whether or not he would ever get to see exactly what Angelina Johnson was hiding underneath all those clothes. It took his mind away from more serious topics like how his mother was in hiding or how his Quidditch career was taking a hit for being out of the game for this long already. He didn't have to think about what he was getting himself into by being with the Order or how Lucy was in danger just because of silly words like 'Muggleborn.'
Stopping in the street before her apartment building, he turned to look at her face to face. His hand inched its way up the side of her body, making contact the whole way, before he rested it on her chin and then tipped it up. "So what do I need to do to get a kiss from you?"