Angelina rolled her eyes and bit her tongue. She could mention how George had enjoyed her, how Fred had enjoyed her, how others with hearts had enjoyed her, but she didn't. Not only did Angelina not want to get into it, she didn't want him to turn it against her. Though she'd come a long way since being told point-blank Pansy Parkinson was better than her, she wasn't completely done healing. A woman didn't just get over the fact her husband cheated on her. Adrian would have loved to rub salt in her wounds, and Angelina was going to actively deny him that chance.
Before Ange really knew what was happening, before she could even process what he was saying or what she was doing, Adrian's lips were on hers. Angelina found herself enjoying the gesture. Not only because Adrian was a more-than-decent-maybe-the-best kisser, but because she had been right. It didn't matter if he denied it, Angelina knew he'd be upset if she turned around right now and never spoke to him again. It was with this thought that she let herself enjoy the moment. Why not? It wasn't like she could take it back, and Angelina couldn't honestly say it was bad.
Putting tension back in her arms, Angelina pulled away from the kiss. With a gleam in her eyes, she tilted her head. "You'd be surprised what us Gryffindors can figure out by the actions of you Slytherins." Angelina was implying exactly what she was thinking, but it would be Adrian's reaction that told her everything she'd need. Angelina brought her right hand up and twirled a lock of his hair around it. She wasn't surprised to feel that it was soft to the touch. In fact, she was almost entirely certain it was softer than hers. With her own hips, Angelina pressed into Adrian's. If this was the game he wanted to play, so be it. She wasn't about to let him get off scot free, though.