Swords and Sorcery

If only she knew.

Draco wondered if Granger knew the elation he felt when she wielded a weapon, her dark eyes as fiery as her temper; curly hair crackling around her as if by magic.

It had been one year since he'd witnessed her fury, her fire, firsthand.

Since he’d seen her.

“Do you yield, Malfoy?” Granger was wielding a silver blade, carved with white marble at the hilt prodding at his neck rather menacingly. It was, he realised, the sword he had gifted her before the final battle with Lord Voldemort.

Or: Hermione pulls a sword on Draco.