Hermione could hear nothing but the sound of her own breathing as she ran, sending a hex flying over her shoulder as she weaved in and out of her friends, Death Eaters, Ministry personnel and the lightning flashes of one spell after another. Almost tripping over the broken remains of a chair, she righted herself quickly, not even really knowing who she was running from. Like many of them, he was masked, and she had only looked at him long enough to realise the way he was looking at her; coming to the conclusion that she wasn't going to last very long if she stayed where she was.
Her ploy seemed to work, with her pursuer disoriented by the path she had taken and the chaos that took up the space between them. Pausing to catch her breath, she watched his eyes dart around, realisation dawning on him that he was now in the midst of it all without really knowing how he got there. They were too focused sometimes, and it was something Hermione was happy to take advantage of. As predicted, all he had been concerned with was her, and that had put him in more danger than he had anticipated.
Streaks of green light were cutting a trail right through the middle of the current fight and she winced as one jet hit him square in the chest. She couldn't even see where it had come from and she would wager that he hadn't seen it coming either. Almost tempted to go and remove the mask, Hermione told herself that it didn't matter. Who it was wouldn't and didn't change anything, but despite it all, she still didn't think that she was any closer to becoming used to watching people dying in front of her.
Instinctually looking around for Ron and Harry every time she had a chance, she did so then, finding both of them occupied but still standing. That was all she could ask for, and Hermione turned on her heel, moving to the edge of the fray and shouting, "Expelliarmus" as one of the hooded figures raised his wand, aiming at one of their own while their back was turned.
A hex coming at her from somewhere to her left, it brought her to her knees and Hermione bit down hard on her lip as she fell forward. The metallic taste of blood pervading her mouth, she quickly turned her attention to the direction she had been hit, the grip on her wand tightening as she scrambled to her feet.
Jugson. She recognised him, and had no doubt that he could do the same. As he raised his wand again, she got there first, casting a Full Body-Bind before he could open his mouth. She still couldn't bring herself to cast any of the Unforgiveables, let alone kill someone, and still relied heavily on disarming and incapacitating only.
But for the moment, it was working, and she snatched the wand out of his hand as she moved past him; back into the middle of it all.