Of course!

*RRRRIPPP*

Another rip, louder this time, tore through the quiet room. Hermione gasped as the last thread of her knickers and bra gave way, the fabric crumbling into dust that the moths eagerly consumed mid-air, her tits now breathing a sigh of relief as the tattered cups fell from her hands. She stood completely naked now, her hands flying instinctively to cover herself, her face burning a deep scarlet as the cool air of the dormitory kissed her bare skin. The single tattered shoe clung to her foot, the only remnant of her former attire.

Luna's silver eyes drifted down, taking in Hermione's exposed form with that same detached, clinical curiosity she might have reserved for a rare botanical specimen. "Oh," she said softly, the pale blue panties still extended in her hand. "They've finished more quickly than I anticipated. They usually save the cotton for last." She tilted her head, a faint, dreamy smile playing on her lips. "Well, these are rather redundant now, aren't they?" She glanced at the panties in her hand, then back at Hermione, her expression unreadable. "I do have a robe somewhere in here. It's a bit threadbare—the Nargles have been using it as a nest—but it would cover you." She paused, the moths circling lazily around them both. "Or we could simply let the Flutterbys finish their work and see what happens next."

As Luna said this, she’d started to move her naked body around, dancing round with her stark nudity, tits jiggling in the dormitory while Hermione sweat quietly, her hands clamped over her privates.