Hermione sighed for the fifth time that morning as she disarmed her opponent with ease and was rewarded by the obnoxious giggles of the flock of court ladies that had arrived to watch practice. They had been trying to get her attention for a while now and she knew exactly why - she was dripping in sweat, tunic discarded and only a swath of leather around her breasts. She knew that they were staring at her muscles as she took a long drink of water from the waterskin that was resting nearby.