No, she has a good rest before someone gets

Hermione woke up in her bed wearing the robe she had put on after her exposure on the stairs a couple of hours after the event. At this time, she couldn't risk practicing wandless magic. Every time she had done so thus far, she had lost yet more clothing and she had promised Dumbledore that she wouldn't go borrowing more robes.

She dug through her trunk to find the last robe she owned: one that was rather small. She held it against her body. If she wore it, the sleeves would stop at her elbows and the hem would be just above her knees. Were she allowed to wear underwear, this might have been risqué at best. But without it... Well, she knew she'd have to begin adjusting the robe.

She pulled out the needle and thread, but as she was about to get to work, there was a tapping on the window. Hermione looked up to see an owl. Perplexed, Hermione got up to take the letter and recognized Hagrid's untidy scrawl.

Hello Hermione,
I thought I saw you walking around starkers outside this morning. I don't know what you're doing, but I don't want to see your shame. I'll be closing my shutters until the start of term, and I'll only go outside if I have to. If you need to talk to me, either make sure you're dressed first or send an owl so I can have a blindfold ready. I'm not going to tell you what to do, but I can only ask you to be careful. You don't want nothing to take advantage of you.
Hagrid

Hermione's heart jumped. She hadn't considered that Hagrid might have seen her this morning when she was getting the footprint from the greenhouse.

She began to pace around the bedroom. She was starting to feel more and more nervous. How many other people might happen upon her naked out of her own carelessness? And worse still, why was the idea of that making her so excited?

The robe was starting to feel hot as she perspired due to her nervousness, but she was afraid to take it off, knowing that if she did, and wasn't careful about where she put it, Gilpy would come to take it back to the laundry before bringing it to whoever she borrowed it from. Hermione did the only thing she knew of when she was terrified. She decided to go to the library.

Leaving her bag behind, Hermione ran all the way to the library and began to read. She searched high and low for books on making clothes, but all the wizarding books held was information now how to weave demiguise hair into an invisibility cloak or make a cape fireproof for protection against dragons. Even in the muggle books, there wasn't information about how to make new clothes, just how mend or alter ones already owned.

She started to climb up a shaky ladder to the highest shelves to pull books she'd never heard of before. She changed tactics to research ways to get enough money to buy new robes, but the only books there were things thievery, which she had no interest in, or finding treasure as curse-breakers. Nothing useful there, either.

As Hermione grew more ****, she started to climb the shaky ladder faster, making it shake more. She pulled out books about convincing the Slytherins to let her have her robes back. Veritaserum to make the Slytherins tell her the password to their common room and where they had stored both her clothes and their ****? That would take a month to brew, and she knew she wouldn't have enough gold to reimburse Slughorn if he had any stores of it at all. The Imperius curse? Well, that was outright illegal. A memory modification? She was skilled at that, yes, but if she made them forget about this, they'd still likely stumble upon the **** and start this whole thing over again!

As Hermione practically sprinted up the ladder again to find more books, the ladder finally tipped over. Hermione began to fall down towards the ground when her robe caught on the capital of a decorative pillar between the shelves. She cursed at herself, not just for being careless, but that she was now caught in the air once again, with the last borrowed robe!

Hermione calmed herself and began to think. She still could try wandless magic. If she could clear her head enough, she might just be able to get down safely. She held her hand out. "Accio ladder!" The ladder jumped slightly into the air before going back down. "Accio ladder!" She tried again, but the ladder didn't move at all this time.

"Miss is close to losing clothes again?" A squeaky, somewhat drunken sounding voice called from the top of the bookshelf.

Hermione spun around, thinking that Gilpy had seen her like this, but instead, she saw the face of Winky, Barty Crouch's old house-elf.

"Winky? What are you doing here? Can you help me down?"

"Winky has been watching miss. Winky remembers how miss spoke nasty, bad things about Master Barty!"

Hermione's eyes opened wide. "P-please help me, Winky! I'm sorry I did that! Please! I didn't know that house-elves were-"

"Winky will help miss down!" Hermione saw an evil glint in Winky's eyes. "Winky will help miss as much as she needs!"

Winky grabbed Hermione's shoulder through the neckline of her robe and snapped her fingers.

Hermione felt herself twist as Winky held her tightly in her grip. Everything had gone black as she felt like she was being squeezed through a very tight pipe. She felt the pressure on her chest and her ears. Just as she thought she was going to pop, she collapsed onto the ground, naked. Hermione looked around to see that she was now in the trophy room on the sixth floor. Winky had disapparated them from the library.

Hermione covered her breasts and looked at Winky. "Winky needs to be going. Winky ought to tell Gilpy that miss so carelessly left another robe. Just like when Winky helped miss with her magic in the Charms room and on the stairs!"

"Hang on... You? You did all that to make me lose those robes! Why? Why did you have to make me lose my clothes!"

Winky flashed a mischievous grin. "Miss has wanted to give elves clothes for so long, Winky thought it might be helpful to make miss leave clothes for them!"

"Please, Winky... Please can I have that robe back!?"

"Only if miss gets there before Gilpy!" Winky stuck her tongue out as she disapparated once more to get Gilpy.

Well... This was a fine mess. Hermione was now completely naked, completely out of borrowed robes, and completely reliant on that one, singular small robe back in her dormitory. At least if she lost that, Gilpy would bring it back to her dorm...