ache (v.) - to suffer a usually dull persistent pain
bliss (n.) - complete happiness
crumpled (v.) - to collapse
Pain. There was nothing else but pain in the hazy, indistinguishable world of smoke and ash in which Hermione now resided. Down was up, light was dark, and it took all her concentration to keep breathing, keep sucking in the smothering stew that was air, fire, cinder, blood, and sweat all mixed together. Coughing, she stumbled forward, desperate to just keep going despite the way her entire body ached. Her foot squelched in something that she was intensely grateful she was unable to see as she struggled to remain upright, struggled to just move until she could find cleaner air.
One last breath of fresh air before she died, that was all she wanted. She feared suffocating on the ashes of her friends. Through the smoke a flash of ugly, mud-brown light illuminated the area before cutting through her thigh. Her cry of pain was lost in the choking density of the final battle. At least she hoped it was the final battle. It was most certainly her final battle, a thought which both terrified and elated her. She didn't want to fight any more...she staggered...flung out her arms to steady herself... The darkness took her, and it was bliss.
No one saw as Hermione's legs gave out. No one saw as she screamed for Harry, for help. No one saw as she crumpled to the ground, bleeding, weakened, unable to breathe. No one saw the tears that leaked from her unconscious eyes. Someone stepped on her hand as they raced away from an unknown enemy, undoubtedly crushing her wrist. Another combatant tripped over her tangled legs, falling to their final resting place mere inches from her own. In the raging inferno of the Great Hall, Hermione was just a body carpeting the cold stone floor, like so many others.
A/N: Written for "Alphabet Drabbles" on HPFC. These first three words were given to me, most of the rest I picked using a random word generator. This gets off to a pretty morbid start, but I promise that ridiculousness, some fluff, and pirates ensue! I'm not JK Rowling, much to the chagrin of my lonely bank account.