She was glad he was angry; she really was. Because if he were angry, then she could be angry right back and she wouldn't have to think about how amazing he looked when he was furious or how much she wanted to channel that anger into something much more productive.
"Well, what do you expect?" she shouted back. "Do you think that just because we've had a good shag or two that we're going to skip down Diagon Alley with puppies frolicking at our feet? Merlin, Ravenclaw, you're not that naive, are you?"