Hermione puts on the Robe

Hermione knew instinctively what this meant. First the underwear, then the robe. But that meant she would have to put on what were assuredly magical garments, and she had no reason to trust anything in this room. But subtly, almost imperceptibly at first, she felt a cradle of warmth around her hand. She realized that where her fingers passed the intangible robe, they were not cold.

"That's the spirit, dear-heart. Go ahead, it won't hurt you." Hermione clenched her teeth, "Will you shut up!" Her reflection only giggled in reply.

"If I'm going to do this, I might as well just do it." She hooked one finger under the panties and whatever spell was supporting them vanished, they fell limply in her fingers. Warmth cradled her numb

fingertips. She had to turn them over four times to figure out what way they went on, but eventually concluded that they had no crotch pad, no seams, and the only difference between front and back was that the back was very slightly wider. Sliding her legs into them Hermione felt an odd tingle rising up her spine,

and the near ecstasy of warmth that seemed to radiate from the strange silken underwear. Hiking them up to cradle her young sex, a deep warmth penetrated her, a creeping tingle riding the back of her neck, and for a long moment she stood there mesmerized, until the icy night air found her legs, her back and arms, and she reached, with just a bit less apprehension for the corset.

She determined quickly that she would have to step into it, although it only covered her from waist to breast. Contact with the garment, however, gave no warm sensation, and no anticipation of. whatever it was, but she was determined to have the robe.

A glance at the mirror reminded her that she was not exactly alone, and she felt **** and very small under her own leering gaze.