The Road Not Taken

What Happened After

Hello ppl! I'm back and ready to do some more writing! Considering that I've been out of school for a week because of sickness has given me a lot of time to write about stuff, so I've done Fractal in about 5 days! This is the sequel to Fractal, so you should read that first or you will not get this one. It's based on what happened in Fractal, so really...go read that one first! If you already have...well, enjoy! Oh, Harry Potter does not belong to me, and the poem here belongs to Robert Frost. It's truly a wonderful poem; I love it^_^ Oh, I've also decided to add this here since I want to keep my little list of fanfictions in my account all nice and neat.- Kelsey S.

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Draco sighed, laying on his bed. He had been confined to his bed for what seemed like years now, though he knew it was good for him. Being confined as he was, he was inspired to write. The poem lay before him on a sheet of pure white paper, written on it with beautiful green ink; it seemed to shine in the candlelight as he moved it back and forth.

Midnight came...and went. Malfoy could still not sleep. His thoughts dwelled on many things, though two separate ideas kept coming to mind. Harry Potter and his friend Kelsey. She had come to visit him, of course, but there was an awkward silence between the two now, a silence that Draco found near to impossible to stand...

Harry Potter. Draco found his lips turning down at the mere thought of his name, but recent events had caused him to look at Potter the other way. He could still not forgive his arch-rival for his actions. He doubted if he ever could.

There came a pattering of footsteps and Draco turned his head to the side, seeing who would dare come in to disturb him at this hour. Probably Crabbe or Goyle, trying to get him to spill his story out. It was a truly amazing one, it was, but he would not tell anyone. Some things...were better off being secret.

"Still up? Draco, you should really go to bed now." Kelsey's voice reached his ears, causing a pleasant feeling to run down his neck. He smiled at her, watching as her distinct feminine form came into view in the candlelight. He motioned for her to sit and she did, settling herself on a chair at his bedside. Draco sat up and crossed his legs on his bed, feeling the cool night air play against his bare skin.

"You know I can't sleep. I may look tired but I am constantly awake." Draco said, feeling a kink in his back make itself known to him. He looked at her. "Besides, why are you here?" Kelsey had been given the liberty of coming into the Slytherin dungeon whenever she felt like it to check up on her 'friend' - the Professors knew otherwise. Smart bastards.

Kelsey had made him think. He had become a whole lot more thoughtful, after he had recovered from the effects of the slight brush with the Dementors. Though neither one wanted to speak what they were thinking - and feeling - the emotions were incredibly clear; she came to see him almost every day and fawned over him as if she were her protectee. Draco loved the feeling; not the wait-on-me-hand-and-foot-please kind of thing - although that wasn't bad - but the fact that she cared about him. She cared what happened to him. It touched him deep inside, it really did. To know that someone cares about what becomes of you is very....well, humbling. Draco would have laughed at himself a year ago; Me? Draco Malfoy? Humble, of all things? You must be mistaken. He chuckled at this, remembering the poem that he had written not moments before;

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

Draco found his lips curling upwards into a smile; a real, genuine smile. Kelsey smiled back at him, her cheeks flushing a lovely colour of red. It was not bloody crimson red - the colour Draco was sure he would not forget for a long time to come - but a pinkish red, the colour of love.

I took the one less traveled by,

He sighed as she came in closer to him, nearly reading his mind. No words were needed; it was time. No more secrets from the other. No more tension, no more pain.

Their lips touched in a soft kiss, not unlike the one he had experienced with her in the hallway, way back when. His hand gently touched her jawbone, then her cheek; slowly, sensually, it slid back and gripped the back of her neck in a gentle embrace, pushing her against him. Their kiss deepened; Draco felt a flush coming to his cheeks, but he didn't care. She was part of him now, and no one would take her away from him. No one would tell him what to do ever again. He knew that from now on his life would be different. Things would change;

For the better.

And that has made all the difference.