Hello Everyone! Thank you so much for coming to read my story! First off I would like to thank sbolzz, ripgirl202, qsklue, mega700201, kk1999, kittie night, brharrypotter7, bicorn-tana, betty69blue, andromendearules, TiaMalfoy1D, .Flies, SunsStorm, Silver Winged Maiden, Sasha 2121, SaintLizzie, RedRose102, PurpleBullet, Niharika Sharma, NevillesGirl102, JellyRain, HallowRain8587, Fullofpassion09, and ADyingWorldxx for following and favoring me. It's great to see you guys following me. It's like a nudge of encouragement or a donut thrown at me (I'm a little tired sorry if this doesn't make sense). Anyway, if you have not seen my profile, I am revising My Mysterious Healer. Due to the fact that I think I'm putting Draco in a soft position and Hermione not being tough enough. I want it to have some sort of relevance to the book. So without further adue (see I can't spell) the revised version of My Mysterious Healer.

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Revised again 6/11/2015

"I don't understand! Why? Out of all times, why should I believe you now", Hermione shouted, confused at who she was talking to. Darkness loomed within the ghastly Malfoy Dungeon, or highly secreted Malfoy Dungeon. Harry and Ron were nowhere in sight, but she doubted that they would be anywhere near her.

The silhouette was a blessing. Through the thinly veiled mist in her vision, she was able to see the faint outline of a tall, thin person- man- in a sharp suit.

"Because you should! OK! You just should," the stranger yelled with confusion and anger in his voice.

"That's not a reason."

"Hermione, please. Just please," the person turned around and looked to the ground with sadness in his voice, he continued," I know that you don't trust me at all. You have every right not to, but we have to get out of here before she comes back. You can't be here. You'll die as soon as the Dark Lord gets here."

Nothing could stop the involuntary shiver that it's way up Hermione's back.

"Who are you?" She whispered.

No response.

"How do you know my name?"

"Gr-Hermione, I know a lot of things about you."

"Stalker", Hermione muttered under her breath.

"I heard that"

"I'm sure you hear everything."

"Yes, I do actually."

Hermione swore she could feel him smirking. As if one could actually feel movements. or perhaps it was standard. The stranger looked up and started stretching his mouth in weird angles. No sound was released, only air. He moved in awkward motions with his head, as if... possessed. Abruptly, his head snapped back, forth, and towards her.

"He's coming. Let's go!"

He moved towards Hermione swiftly, grabbing her arms and hoisting her up, but Hermione twisted at the last moment, plopping down on the ground with a small 'oomph'.

"I have a mission and I intend to finish it," Hermione said, as soon as she finished her sentence she doubled over in pain falling -what seemed to be- face first into the ground. Faster than any human possible the stranger -once again- reached out and grabbed her close.

"Look at me. Hurry we don't have enough time," the stranger said pointing her face towards him," Are you coming or not?"

Hermione shook her head no trying not to lose consciousness.

"I thought so," the stranger said, almost smiling. "At least let me heal you."

With the flick of his wand, all the pain Hermione once experienced disappeared.

"Thank you", Hermione said, relieved of all the pain from earlier. The stranger only nodded.

"We will meet, again," the stranger said as he gently put Hermione on the ground and kissed her on the lips," Je t'aime."

And with that, he left and Hermione returned to the darkness.

The inspiration is Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Poor Ceddy.