Draco laughs. "Of course. Had to learn on something, didn't I? My father insisted."

It was family tradition, anyway. Honestly, he's fairly certain his father never entirely approved of his skills. With a wand he's quite adept, but with a sword, often Draco does feel as if the sword swings him. Too heavy, and too cumbersome.

"There are plenty of enchanted swords," he muses. "If you're going to wield one I don't know why you wouldn't have one that does things. Ice, fire, lightening... that sort of thing. Poison too, poison is always effective."

Draco's encountered a poison sword once or twice, always quite lethal. He pauses to consider, before adding, "Not so great for practice, though. Bit too risky."