This story is set in 3rd season of Buffy and October after Hermione has graduated. (You graduate at 17 so Hermione is going as a senior and will be Snape's assistant for the afternoon classes, and take the morning classes like any other student)

This is a warning, I do want Snape to be with someone by the end of this fic and it may very well be Hermione, unless when I ask you to vote for pairings, you vote for someone else.

Please just give it a try. I love writing and I just want people to give me a chance. PLEASE!

"Well, Severus… I don't know what else to tell you. You have to leave England for now at least. We can find somewhere remote for you to stay, but you can't be tied to the wizarding community. It's too risky," Albus Dumbledore spoke to the dark man across the table from him, where they sat in the dining room of Black Manor.

"What am I to do with all this time?" Severus Snape demanded.

"I was thinking you could teach… English possibly?" Albus' face showed a large grin.

"Muggles? You want me to teach muggle children?" Snape asked, in disbelief.

"Teenagers, actually," Albus agreed.

"You're out of your bloody mind, you old coot!" Snape snapped.

"Come now Severus, what else did you have in mind?" Albus replied, a slight edge in his voice that told Snape not to argue.

"Well then, since it's obviously been decided for me, how do you propose I pass as a muggle?" Snape scowled, deeply.

"Miss Granger shall join you. You have heard of her being marked I'm sure," Albus said.

"It's my bloody fault," Snape muttered.

"How were you to be prepared by Voldemort and Lucius attacking your mind at the same time?" Albus sighed. "If none of this had happened, then we wouldn't have a problem, but as you have been discovered and her intelligence been uncovered by the Dark Lord, she cannot stay here. I believe if she went with you, she would be safe."

"And why would you believe this?" Snape demanded.

"Because you blame yourself for putting her in danger, and would do anything to protect her," Albus said, brightly.

"You do know that they can just trace me with my mark?" Snape pointed out.

"Not where I'm sending you, Severus. Not in Sunnydale, California, USA," Albus grinned, slyly.

"The hell mouth? You're sending me with Miss Granger to the hell mouth?" Snape's scowl deepened.

"It's the perfect cover. No one will know where you are, because the hell mouth covers people's auras under a sort of net of dark energy," Albus said.

"You've lost you mind, old man," Snape muttered.

"Maybe, but you will need a make-over if you're not going to stick out like a sore thumb and Miss Granger is going to help you with that, and then go to Sunnydale as your assistant," Albus said, with finality.

"I will go through with this insane idea for Miss Granger's safety, but I will… repay you sometime, Albus," Snape said, darkly. Albus just nodded smiling.

"Miss Granger, how is it you are going to pass Severus as a muggle?" Albus asked, looking up from his plate at the tense girl, pushing vegetables around on her plate, not concentrating.

"I, well I will have to probably get him new clothes, unless he owns a full wardrobe of muggle clothes, that is," Hermione said, softly, looking at the scowling man, who was glaring at his meat loaf as if it had personally offended him. He shook his head, signaling that he did not have all muggle clothes.

"I'm sure Madame Malkin would be able to help perform this task," Hermione said, quietly.

"Marvelous and… anything else?" Albus asked.

"Sir, you can't act so bitter and mean to muggle students. They aren't going to be used to your reputation and will not respond to is. They will most likely impale you on a sharp knife before the first day is over.

"I cannot change my personality in a night, Miss Granger. You know it all… I'm sure you understand," Snape muttered.

"I just want you to alter yourself during your classes with your muggle students. I could care less if you treat me like a bastard. You have for seven years and I'm used to it by now," Hermione snapped, her eyes flashing dangerously.

"You WILL NOT speak to me in that fashion Miss Granger," Snape growled at her.

"Oh, shove it up your ass Snape," Ron muttered. Snape stood, towering over the boy to his left. The boy stood up fully and was taller than Snape, having grown so tall and lanky after time, standing a full 6'6" (2m) while the professor brushed more about 6'2" (1.8m).

"Ronald, sit down. If you didn't realize, you're making an idiot of yourself," Hermione sighed, deeply. "Sir, I have dealt with much from you in seven years, but if you haven't realized, I have been put into the same position as you and you arguing with me is doing nothing but give me a headache," Hermione stated, rubbing her temple lightly.

"Yes, Severus, do sit down and finish this marvelous dinner," Arthur Weasley said, brightly.

Snape dropped into his chair after Ron had already done so.

"Well, the two of you will leave tomorrow. You must make all the preparations this evening, Miss Granger. I have the transportation down for you. I just need to be sure that Severus is as much a muggle as any teacher before the evening is out," Albus said.

"Sir, it's 7:00 at night. Madame Malkins closes in an hour!" Hermione exclaimed.

"You'd better get moving then. Charge it to my account, will you?" Albus said.

"Damn it," Hermione grumbled, standing, and stalking out of the room, not touching her food. She went directly to the living room and floo network. Snape came in just as she was throwing in the floo. "Coming?" she inquired, before stepping in and calling, "MADAME MALKINS!"

She stepped out of the fireplace and nearly fell over but a young man steadied her. She started to thank him, until she saw it was Draco Malfoy. Her stare turned into a dark and mean glare.

"Granger, fancy running into you," Draco said, his hand clamping onto her arm. Hermione struggled for all she was worth, but it was of no use. She shivered in terror, as he stepped closer and whispered in her ear, "We've been looking for you."

"Let her go, Draco," Snape snapped, as he stepped out of the fire, his wand pointed at Draco's face. Draco sneered at Snape, but released Hermione, backing away, hands up. He disappeared out the door, seconds later.

"Th-thank you, sir," Hermione said. She was shaking. He frowned, placing a hand on her shoulder and looking her directly in the eye.

"What's wrong with you? He didn't do anything, really," Snape sneered.

"This time," Hermione spat at him, angrily. "Don't touch me you mean git," she snapped, pushing his hand off her shoulder.

He scowled but said nothing in response. Hermione looked at him, ponderingly for a moment then smirked, muttering something under her breath.

"Hello deary!" Madame Malkin said, cheerfully, as she spotted Hermione.

"Madame Malkin, hello," Hermione greeted. "I have a request to ask. I know it isn't your usual to make muggle clothes, but the professor here is in urgent need of the finest seamstress in Britain to work her magic," Hermione said, her voice dripping with honey sweetness.

"Oh, dear, I don't know about all that, but of course," Madame Malkin looked up at Snape, who sneered down at her condescendingly.

"Knock it off," Hermione hit his arm, lightly. He glared at her, violently, but sighed at her resolute expression and his sneer faded into a neutral expression.

"Now, there, you have lovely features," Madame Malkin said, smiling. Snape looked at her in shock. He glanced in the mirror to his right. His hair was silky and clean and pulled back at the nape of his neck in a tidy pony-tail and the faint lines of worry and fatigue had all but faded.

He looked sharply at Hermione, who shrugged. "Even I didn't know you cleaned up that well professor. You are quite handsome," she said, not looking at him.

"You performed wandless magic on me?" Snape asked.

"Just a simply refreshening charm, it looks like. Any wizard can perform it with or without wand," Madame Malkin smiled, broadly. "Now, off with the extra layers. At the heart of every wizard's robes is a muggle outfit," she said. Snape let out a growl, but he drew off his robes then unbuttoned his frock coat. Even though his fingers moved quickly unbuttoning each with skill, it took a long time by Hermione's standards, and she took to glaring at him, until he had been stripped down to his black trousers and black silk button-down.

"My, who knew that the mean bat of the dungeons could look so good," came a laughing voice from the counter. It was true. He had a lean muscular chest which was visible through the silk shirt, and he stood tall and intimidating. He was quite striking after being stripped down to muggle clothes, uncovered from his smothering robes.

"Ginny, dear! I was just about to go to dinner. You can handle these customers, right? I beg your pardon. I wouldn't go if I didn't need to meet someone, but I assure you my assistant is the best," Madame Malkin smiled, sweeping out of the store.

"Hermione, I thought Dumbledore would give you a few days before you had to tackle your endeavor of making Snape pass as a muggle," Ginny's girly giggle floated to them. Hermione smiled, brightly and met Ginny as she came around the counter, embracing her.

"It has to be done before we go to bed," Hermione sighed, tiredly.

"Ah, don't worry. I'm trained. It won't take too long. So what are we looking for?" Ginny asked. "What is it that muggle teachers wear?"

"Basically what he's wearing, though more outfits will be needed. I can alter most of his outfits, so a few more shirts and pairs of slacks," Hermione said.

"I like the silk thing he has going, and I think he's found out how black brings out the best in him," Ginny smiled.

"I hardly thought of that one, Miss Weasley. Can we get this over with?" Snape snapped. Ginny sighed and waved her wand at him. A measuring tape began to measure every part of him. Ginny waved her hand and a black sweater appeared a white cotton button-down beside it. Snape looked at the white shirt with disdain.

"Don't worry sir, you wear the sweater over it," Ginny laughed at his angry scrutinizing of the shirt.

"That may be acceptable," Snape said, slowly. Ginny waved her wand at him. The white shirt replaced his black silk one and with another wave of her wand, the black sweater was over it.

"Hermione?" Ginny asked. Hermione frowned and took a step up to Snape, who took a slow step back. She ignored it and slipped her hands under the collar of the sweater. She pulled the collar of the white shirt over the sweater, then took his hand and did the same with the cuffs of his shirt.

"Good," Hermione said, but something was wrong. "Can you make it green?" Hermione asked, Ginny, who nodded waving her wand, easily changing the color of the sweater.

"Great," Hermione commended, stepping back and examining the shirt.

"Aren't you going to ask my opinion?" Snape growled.

"No," Hermione stated.

"You always have that high neck don't you?" Ginny asked Snape.

"Yes, and I feel quite awkward without it," Snape stated.

"Perfect, 'Mione. We can merge his ideas for fashion with muggle!" Ginny squealed with delight. "TURTLE-NECK!"

"But, wait, he always has his robes flapping about behind him," Ginny's pleasure faded. "We'd have to have a duster most likely to get that effect of his wardrobe back. I'm almost certain that dusters and turtlenecks don't go together," Ginny was downtrodden.

"Then he'll just have to decide each day which comfort from old Hogwarts he wants," Hermione stated.

They went on discussing what Snape should wear and magicking those things onto him, for almost two hours before they finally settled with a suitable wardrobe. Ginny who was meant to close up that night hadn't even bothered with the closing time. She kept working until they were done, about an hour after closing. They let Snape go back in his own muggle clothes, after Ginny tore off the top two buttons, grinning at him, as if to tell him that's how it would stay. With a tearful goodbye to Ginny, who had been her best friend the last two years she was at Hogwarts, Hermione went back with Snape, who glared at her. She simply ignored him. When they appeared back at Black Manor, everyone was sitting around in the living room, sipping on a late-evening tea (about 9 PM by now).

"S-Severus. You look astonishing my boy," Albus said, genuinely surprised. "You did a marvelous job, Miss Granger."

"I didn't do anything but a simply refreshing charm sir. Those clothes are what he hides under all these," Hermione said, quietly, holding up the robes. The other clothes were shrunken and in Snape's pockets. He snatched his robes from her, quickly.

"I mean, if Remus and I weren't… I mean… I…" Tonks seemed to lose her words as she looked at Snape; his muscular chest was showing a bit as the top two buttons were gone, his face clear of the fatigue that had haunted him nearly twenty years, and his hair soft and silky-looking all greasiness gone.

"I wouldn't take the offer Nymphadora," Snape said, scathingly, stalking out of the room.

Tonks regained her composure and shouted after him, "It wasn't an offer!"

"He is marvelous underneath all those robes," Minerva commented. Albus gave her a hurt look. "That's all I'm saying," she said, shrugging and pouring herself some more tea.

"I swear, headmaster, the man is going to drive me insane and I refuse to be held responsible for whatever comes out of my wand, unforgivable or not," Hermione said, seemingly unfazed by the appearance of the snarky potions master.

"No one will think it's your fault, Hermione," Minerva smiled, broadly. "We all know how hard he is to deal with… It's no secret."

"Professor, this plan isn't going to work. If the Death Eaters don't find us then I'm sure that whatever it is that comes out of that hell mouth will," Hermione said, sure of it.

"And if you don't kill each other," Harry added, helpfully.

"Thank you Harry," Hermione said, darkly.

"Miss Granger- Hermione, I must talk with you before you leave, all right? I have some things that you should know before you leave for Sunnydale, all right?" Albus said, calmly, peering at her over his half-moon spectacles.

"Yes sir, I understand," Hermione nodded, slightly, turning and walking up to her room.

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