She had no idea how much time had passed but she felt cold sweat on the back of her neck from the endless fighting. Wasn’t she so furious at Malfoy, it would have been almost fascinating to watch him fight. He was immaculate at it. His footwork was controlled and steady. She studied the way he held his wand and even that seemed elegant. He was completely at ease. Not a single spell of hers had made it to him but she saw beads of sweat form on his forehead. The next hex landed closer to his shoe, singing one of his laces.