Luna came back, clearly she had overestimated Hermione's ability to wash and decided without help the feat would never be accomplished. Hermione's mind was too spaced to feel shame at standing there naked in front of her friend. Luna hummed softly, still fully clothed as she lathered Hermione's hair with one of Draco's fancy shampoos. The sweet aromas of the soap made her weep even more and so Luna hummed louder. After conditioning her hair and scrubbing her body over twice, Luna plucked a towel from over the door, dried Hermione, wrapped the towel around her and pushed her out to where Theo stood waiting with a pile of Draco’s clothes. 