Draco had scoffed at that, and Hermione had smirked and proceeded to enlighten him on Muggle advances – or the pertinent ones at least. Nuclear weapons. Biological weapons. Chemical weapons. Muggles seemed to have a collective hard-on for weapons of mass destruction. A bloodthirsty lot they were, and Draco knew he wouldn’t want to fight against them in a war, when they had weapons that could level entire cities in the blink of an eye. At the end she had told him: