Emmeline certainly didn't expect him not to come after her, to protect her if she was in danger, even though she felt more confident in her ability to protect herself than ever. After all, she would go to his aid if the positions were reversed; she would take on hordes of Death Eaters and dark creatures and whatever stood in her path. She simply didn't want this development between them to make him do it in a stupid, risky way, not that she doubted his ability to keep his wits about him in dangerous situations. It was one of the things she most respected about him, one of the things they had in common.
She was done talking, more than done. Kissing him had made her realize just how long her dry spell had been, and she wanted it to end, wanted to end it with him. She moved backward, partly leading the way and partly letting him direct her; she knew this place like the back of her hand, but she had never tried to maneuver in it going backwards with her attention preoccupied by the kiss. Once he got the door open, her hands moved from where they were curled in his shirt to start taking it off, hands exploring the bare skin she revealed, lightly grazing her nails over his muscled chest.