"Is that what you're angry about, that I told Minerva?"
Hermione groaned in frustration. "Yes! I told you that."
"Hermione, you weren't letting me help you."
"Severus, sometimes I don't want or need your help. I'm a big girl, I can handle my own problems." She glared at him.
"You weren't doing a good job of it. And I'm your husband, damn it, whether you like it or not."
She was fuming as she said, "And you, as my husband, will be sleeping the couch!"
She stormed out of the room before he could respond.
Severus shook his head and rubbed his temples. The woman was impossible.