It seemed that she didn’t have much choice, so Hermione discarded her ruined clothes. Trying to cover her nakedness, she stepped into the tub, letting the warm water soothe the tremors that remained from Bellatrix’s torture. Narcissa didn’t seem to be bothered by Hermione's naked form. She  was  bothered by the state of Hermione's clothes from the look of disgust on her face. The jeans and cardigan she’d been wearing were nothing short of foul, covered in blood and dirt and, to Hermione's shame, urine. It was near impossible to control her body under the  Cruciatus,  and she hadn’t even noticed the wet stain until she’d been left in the dungeon cell.