She didn't see a point in it really.
In the fight, or the battle, or the war.
She seemed to forget the reason, the incentive for the pain and death. You could positively drown in it. submerged in the tears and blood and bodies of friends, it muffled every sound and blurred her vision.
She wanted to scream, or vomit. These were not the deatheaters that used crucio and avada kedavra, forbidden spells that left no physical mark. This was war and these were the men that used wands like swords, bodies left unrecognisable after single curses and blood spilt like water in a monsoon.
There was no Dumbledore to save them, no sacrifice of love to protect them, these weren't their childhood villains posed as DADA professors.
This was war. And these were their antagonists. They were real and close. Too close.
She'd lost focus.
She'd seen her friend's body fall, no slump, to the ground, dead. Luna Lovegood was dead.
She'd lost focus, a mistake.
There was no place in war for mistakes.
She did not deserve the luck she possessed when a crucio missed her by mere inches, she did not focus on the man begin to form the words for a killing spell in her direction.
She'd lost focus, she could only stare at the body of her friend, her limbs locked, her hand gripping her wand but frozen, on her knees on the ground not able to breathe.
'Hermione!'
She snapped.
The world was back, the war came back to her.
Up on her feet in a second she brought up her wand to shield herself but discovered no need. The deatheater that was about to kill her, should have killed her, lay dead on the ground. Draco Malfoy stood behind him. Draco Malfoy, arm stretched out and wand still pointing in the direction of the deceased. Draco Malfoy, the unfamiliar voice she had heard call her name, the voice that brought her back.
They locked eyes and she didn't have time to be confused, to question it, because as soon as their eyes met he was gone, he was running back to the fight.
She couldn't think about it, there was no time.
Hermione pressed down her thoughts, her emotions and her conscience, and stood up. The Hogwarts grounds were covered by deatheaters. She had to find Ron and Harry, they had to get away again, the snake hadn't been the last horcrux.