Hermione smiled to herself and slid the ritual robe over her head. There were spells in the fabric, she could tell that. But they were light, unobtrusive. Not like her battle trenchcoat, which had defensive magic flowing through the weaves like heavy mercury. This robe seemed to reach out for magic like a magnet, pulling a small amount of the power to it that was now pounding around them. Hermione slowly smoothed out the robe, down over her breasts and across her torso, hoping that Harry saw her do it, then made to kneel, as it just felt like the obvious thing to do all of a sudden.