Author Notice of WARNING! This story is set in an alternate timeline during Hermione Granger's last few years at Hogwarts. The story will cover sexual themes including teacher and student relationship, BDSM and domination and submission. This story SHOULD NOT BE READ BY ANYONE UNDER 18!

Chapter 1

The Mystery Book

Hermione Granger sighed and breath of relief as she felt the hot water impacted her bare skin. She titled her head back and allowed her fingers to gently mash the shampoo into her long bushy hair, targetting the dried clumpy remains of Neville Longbottom's latest potion nightmare. She had been paired with Neville by Snape, clearly hoping that Hermione could at least help Longbottom to make the potion he was meant too. However like with everything Neville put his mind too, the potion ended up being nothing more than a small explosion of slime accompanied by a horrid smell. The potion had stained Hermione's school robes and left slimy shrapnel in her hair. It wasn't his fault, but she could not help herself but to verbally curse Neville as she battled to get the remains of his potion out of her hair. With the last of the clumps of the dried potion now removed from her hair. Hermione stepped out of the shower cubical and placed a towel around her young naked body and dried off.

The feast was well underway by the time Hermione had reached the great hall. Ginny Weasley had done an awesome job in removing the stains from her robes.

"I learned off of mum a long time ago how to get rid of potion stains" she had reassured Hermione before she went into the showers.

She took her place between Harry and Ron and saw Neville make a sheepish motion to cover his face.

"Looking better than before Hermione" said Harry. "You looked almost as bad as I do after a rainy Quidditch match".

"Oh shut up" snapped Hermione going for a slice of poke pie, which then vanished and was replaced by a sticky toffee pudding.

"Did you happen to see old Parkinson on your way in?" asked Ron.

"Or that new professor of ours?" asked Harry.

A quick scan of both the Slytherin's table and the teachers table confirmed that Pansy Parkinson and Professor Theodore Drake, The school's newest professor, where indeed missing.

"Detention most likely" said Hermione. "I hear Drake is one for discipline".

Harry let out a low deep sigh.

"That was one of the things I love about Hogwarts. No PE classes. Just broomsticks and Quidditch"

"What's PE?" asked Ron with a mouthful of pudding.

"Physical Education" moaned Harry and Hermione together. "It's why we were required to buy sports robes for this year" Hermione carried on.

"I had my first lesson with Drake today in this very hall" said Ginny, who had been listening in on the trio's conversation.

"And?" asked Harry.

"It was…." Ginny had to think of a word. "It was ok. I mean it's better than two hours of potions say. But he is a bit of a….now what did Dean call it".

"Ball buster" said Harry knowing how Dean would react to such a man.

"Yes" said Ginny. "I have never done anything like that before. He had us playing some muggle game with two hopes. One either side of the hall and one ball. We had to fight each….."

"Basketball" said Harry and Hermione together.

"Yes that's it. But we were not to use magic. He said a health body improves our magical skills".

"Great well at least if my magical power don't work against Lord Voldemort. I can be reassured that I might be able to beat him in a game of Basketball" said Harry in an annoyed tone.

"I think it's great" said Ginny. "You two have learned about our sports. Now we are learning about muggle sports".

Both Hermione and Harry agreed to disagree with Ginny's statement.

Sports seemed to be on everyone's mind after dinner. Many of the students had rushed to their common rooms to listen to the National Quidditch cup finals. Hermione on the other hand had no interest in Quidditch, so decided to head down to the library. She had just gotten down to the floor on which the library was housed, when she saw a very dishevelled Pansy Parkinson come staggering past, panting wildly and smell strongly of body odour. She looked at Hermione and was about to say something when a booming voice echoed through the corridor.

"I DID NOT TELL YOU TO STOP!"

Looking angrily at Hermione, Pansy ran off down the corridor, leaving Hermione in a fit of giggles.

"Miss Granger".

The booming voice had become somewhat less booming. A tall man with jet black hair and greyish eyes stood directly in Hermione's path. Instead of wearing traditional robes, the man was dressed in a tracksuit.

"Good evening Professor Drake" Hermione said as she composed herself.

"Do you find Miss Parkinson's punishment to be assuming?" he asked.

Hermione's inbuilt reaction to never lie to a teacher kicked in.

"A little bit Professor. But she is nasty person, and it's about time someone took her down a peg".

"My thoughts exactly Miss Granger" Drake said with a smile. "Anyway, where are you off to?"

"The library" said Hermione.

"Well then" said Drake. "Carry On Miss Granger".

Hermione nodded and went off to library, giggling at the thought of Pansy being forced to do laps of the castle.

Hours drifted by. Hermione had read three books on the subject of the origins of the cosmos. She had began to feel sleepy and decided to call it a night. As she pushed one of the heavy leather bound books back onto the shelf, she accidental knocked out a much smaller and thinner book. This book was covered in a thick brown leather cover. There was no title to it and no pictures on the front to show the reader what it was about. Hermione examined the book and found it had a silk binding to it. When she attempted to undo it. The binding zapped her fingers.

"OUCH!" she yelped.

The book then sprung open. It was like the sound of her voice had awoken some kind of enchantment. The cover sprung back and on the first page, text seemed to becoming visible in away that letters become visible on a muggle word processor.

"Of breasts and thumbs you are sure to be. This books is to be seen by eyes only belong to she. Inside this book are secret you seek, that only those who are purely submissive will truly see. If your heart seeks the control this book can offer, Then submit yourself to pages but not in the presence of others".

Hermione's draw dropped. Her eyes widened and her heartbeat increased. The book seemed to have read her thoughts. She knew what the term submissive meant. Then again Hermione knew almost everything. Was her constant drive to please and to follow orders a sign of a young submissive identity with in? Was the book able to sense that with in her?

"CLOSING TIME!" sung Madame Pince as she made her way up and down the rows of bookshelves.

Hermione closed the book and stuffed it into her cloak's pocket.

"Are you alright my dear?" asked Madame Pince as she and Hermione met each other at the end of the final row of shelves.

"Paper cut" said Hermione. "I am fine thank you".

"Well off to bed. Curfew starts in twenty minuets".

"Right" said Hermione as she gathered her bag. "Goodnight".

This time it was Hermione who sprinted down the library corridor towards the stairs that would take her back to Gryffindor tower. Her mind was firmly focused on investigating the book that was stuffed frimly in her pocket.