She can't feel her body. None of it. Everything is totally blank, like it hurts so much that she's shutting out the pain. And Hermione is grateful, so grateful. Because her ears are still ringing with the sounds of her own screams, and her face still tastes salty from her tears, and she thinks that if she could feel her own pain at that very moment she may very well explode. Instead, she concentrates on the feeling of the person underneath her, carrying her at a run.