Welp..

“That’s the thing! I don’t even have my knickers left! I can feel my ass cheeks out! Look!” Moaned Hermione who swung round, her plump ass cheeks now freed from her panty prison.

Luna's silver eyes traced the curve of Hermione's exposed backside with the same detached curiosity she might have given a rare species of butterfly. "Oh, I see," she said, tilting her head. "The moths have been more thorough than I anticipated. They usually stop at the undergarments—something about the elastic weave. Perhaps they've developed a taste for something new." She rose from the bed in one fluid motion, her nakedness seeming as natural to her as a second skin, and padded over to her trunk. The moths parted around her like a living curtain as she knelt down and rummaged through the chaos within. "I have an old pair of Ravenclaw-themed knickers somewhere," she murmured, pulling out a lime-green feather boa and tossing it aside. "They're a bit eccentric—they have a badger embroidered on the back for some reason—but they should hold up against the Flutterbys. Ah, here we are." She held up a pair of pale blue panties, dotted with tiny, moving stars that seemed to twinkle in the dim light. She turned to Hermione, her expression serene, and extended them toward her. "These should work. Unless you'd prefer to wait for the moths to finish and try something more… natural?"

“Luna I’m going to be stark naked in about 5 seconds!! Help me!” Begged Hermione