So uh, I started writing this for no reason and decided to publish it, cus why not, but oh well actual description: ⚠ Some stuff might be offensive, I'll give warnings at the beginnings of chapters if somethings going to happen. Prepare for a whole ton of mistake. Plenty of cursing, I'll probably even curse in my side notes. My grammar isn't right, and unless I'm writing an essay you won't see me using freaking Grammarly. LGBTQ mentions, in fact if you don't like that just click away because I plan on making the main character bi, soooo yeah.⚠ If I had to write all the stuff I feel self conscious about reading then we'd be here all day so here goes: Milo is a sophomore in high school, having to switch to a new high school was probably the last thing he wanted to happen. He hates this reality, he loved all things fictional and passes his free time imaging everything that is impossible in this world. Of course this may be impossible in this world, but soon he'll discover where he was meant to be, but will it be exactly what he wanted? And will this have consequences he never could have imagined?

"You know what I think?" Harry leaned across the table. "I think you're afraid. You don't take risks like us Gryffindors." He scoffed. "Please, you Gryffindors are all wand-waving and no spell." Harry grinned, settling back into his seat. "Not me. I always follow through." "Prove it." Harry stood up and walked around the table. He leaned over Draco, one hand no his chair and the other on the table. Their faces were a mere inch apart, so close that Draco could see flecks of brown in his emerald eyes. "I don't see any follow-through," Draco taunted. And then Harry kissed him. Harry's hands fell to his shoulders so quickly that Draco teetered on his seat. Draco reached up and grabbed Harry's shirt in an attempt to catch his balance which resulted in the two boys falling to the ground with Harry on top. Harry's cheeks were red with embarrassment as he tried to get up. All he managed to do was knee Draco in the leg. Draco put his hands on Harry's hips. "Stop. Let me." In one fluid motion, Draco flipped them around so he was kneeling above Harry. "And for future reference," Draco smirked, bringing his lips down to brush against his. "I'm always on top."