She shoved him away from him, but just so she could get a good punch in. She hit him square in the arm, hard enough that she knew it would bruise. "Fuck off, Malfoy," she grumbled. "You're mental because you think I offered Snape something you want."
She was still red-faced, but it was a blush, not from anger, and her voice had dropped several decibels. She couldn't say that back to Malfoy. She couldn't hardley say it to her own family. "Anyway, just... stop being a prat."