Does it get worse for her?

Oh yes

Hermione dashed through the corridors, her damaged shoes barely clinging to her feet. As she turned a corner, the worn soles finally gave way, and her toes burst through the fabric. She let out a startled squeal, hopping on one foot while trying to balance as one shoe slumped off in bits. The moths swirled around her, their relentless munching a reminder of her precarious state.

She sprinted up to the door of the Gryffindor dormatory having gone an alternative route, her previous methods of calculations completely wrong as her underwear was more tattered - her nipples had started to protrude out of her tattered bra and her flowery panties were riddled with holes.

She flung it open, rushing inside. The room was quiet, with only a few rays of sunlight peeking through the curtains.

Hermione stepped into the dormitory, her one battered shoe making a soft thud against the floor. The room was bathed in the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the space. She had hoped to find solace here, to quickly change into some fresh clothes and escape the relentless moths. But as her eyes adjusted to the light, she was met with a sight that made her heart skip a beat.