The Robe

"Well, would you pardon me, I need to get a robe, I'm freezing."

"I don't have much control in that department, you need to turn on a light, but I wish you wouldn't."

Hermione, scowling, restrained herself from stomping her foot on the floor.

"But I'm freezing! What happened to my nightgown?"

The mirror smiled, and Hermione thought she imagined a faint shade of crimson flicker across the mirror, "What do you expect when you sleep in a lovers' bed?"

Hermione was dumbstruck, "A. A what?" she stammered out. The mirror smiled at Hermione. She embarrassingly felt that it would reach out and pat her on the shoulder if it could.

"I was wondering why you were alone in there. There's a cabinet behind you."

Hermione turned and tried to see what the mirror was gesturing at in the gloom. The mirror continued with a barely suppressed giggle, "Maybe there's something in there." Hermione stumbled through the room until her hand fell on the cabinet, recessed into the stone wall she wondered why she hadn't seen it before. She opened the small door, and took a sharp breath as it swung open revealing a floor length opening in the wall.

"Is this whole room magical?"

"Only for young ladies."

Hermione swung around, "What is that supposed to mean?" Her mirror image batted it's eyelashes innocently, "Oh, nothing. Oh, looks like just your size." "What?" Hermione asked, then following her reflection's gaze she turned to the wall opening.

Revealed, almost glowing in its own light, was a long, shimmering, translucent robe, barely a wisp of fabric, and completely see-through. Her mouth fell open as she saw, as if worn by an invisible mannequin, a jet-black corset, strapless and waist deep floating under the robe. Equally surprising was a pair of silk panties, sheer with thin straps for sides, suspended underneath, only slightly less transparent than the robe.