Anything that could have remotely been construed as anger, or even jealousy, completely melted away in the wake of what she told him, as his stomach dropped to somewhere around the vicinity of his knees. Without even a thought about whether she would push him off, Severus pulled Mary into his arms, practically crushing her against his chest.
He didn't even care that Potter had been the one to save her. He was simply relieved that she was all right. "If anything had happened to you..." he began in a whisper, but he couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence. And now he wondered if he should teach her how to fly without a broom, just in case something like that were ever to happen again.