Tada! This here is for two things, Bingo, #60, if it doesn't fit, I don't care. I don't get it anyways... And Care of Magical Creatures.

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Curses were an art. His family, through history, was known for it's prowess in Curses and Hexes.

It was plain and simple. His sister knew that. She even created her own hex. His brothers know it, having made their fair share of prank hexes and curses.

So, why was it, that everyone, and he means Everyone, thinks he doesn't know what he was doing? They even tease him about it. He was a great student... okay, maybe that last part was a lie. But he couldn't help it, class was so boring!

That's why he found himself with a pile of homework on his desk, ignoring it, and sitting on his bed facing the others of his dorm. He would get in trouble tomorrow because of the homework, but he could care much. He was trying to understand some of the jokes his dorm mates were telling.

"Hey, you'll love this one. 'How do you give a lemon an orgasm?'" Harry grinned at them, the others urged him to tell them. "You tickle it's citrus!" Seamus and Dean burst out laughing, He didn't really understand the joke, He isn't slow, he just didn't understand it. Some times he wishes he could just, create a curse that makes people understand what he feels, one that makes them feel dumb or thick. But, he would probably get in trouble.

"It was funny. Come on Ron." Ron forced out a few chuckles, and that seemed to placate them. He was off to bed sooner then later. The others ignored him and went on, trying to out joke each other.

Ron slipped into sleep, not realizing that he whispered a curse out before slipping into sleep.

When he awoke, he didn't see anything wrong, but he felt it, deep in his bones.

"What is going on?" Ron muttered to himself. He noticed something was wrong, when the ever early riser Dean, was snuggled up in bed, eerily reminiscent of himself. Glancing at the others, he noticed that both Harry and Seamus were in similar positions. Neville looked up at him blearily, before looking at the others. He looked just as miffed when he noticed Dean still sleeping.

"Wha's goin on?" Neville slurred as he got out of bed. Ron shrugged. It was then that the others stirred.

Neither Neville nor Ron had expected what happened next.

"What the bloody hell?!" And since when did Harry curse that way? The echos coming from both Seamus and Dean were just as weird.

"What's going on?! Why do I look like Dean?!" Dean shouted. Both Harry and Seamus said similar, almost spot on with a simple name change being the only difference.

"Neville? Me?" Dean looked at the two with wide eyes. Harry and Seamus turned to the two, and gaped.

"Wait, 'me'? Ron? What did you do?" Neville looked right at Ron. And got a startling answer.

"Nothing!" Came from Ron, and Harry, Seamus, and Dean. Oh, that can't be good.

The Great Hall was chaos. Students from all four houses were gathered at the Gryffindor table, only a student or two from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, but quite a few from both Slytherin and Gryffindor.

They gathered into a group, and the headmaster stood in the middle of it, Ron at his side.

"What were your exact words Mr. Weasley?" Prof. Dumbledore asked, eyeing Ron with a stern gaze.

Ron muttered something.

"You will have to speak louder." Dumbledore did not sound happy at all.

"I said, 'If only they knew what it felt like to be me.' then I fell asleep. I didn't think it'd do this!" Ron kindly left out the fact that he had added magic into the words and said them in Latin.

"So, to make this go away, you need to acknowledge that Ron has a hard life." A Ravenclaw girl said, highly unnerved that he best friend was, at the moment, Ron Weasley. The Ron's, which, surprisingly include Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Theodor Nott, and his own sister, Ginny Weasley, all looked away.

You try and get Ron to admit that. It was like getting a Slytherin to give up their dream.

So they went on for a week, some of the Ron's admitted defeat, the Slytherin Ron's a bit faster then the others, because the Slytherin's that didn't turn are sneaky bastards. The Hufflepuffs were the fastest, nice to the bone really.

The only few left were Harry, Hermione, a few random Gryffindors, and Draco Malfoy.

"This is getting tiring." Ron, the original, said as he sat at the Gryffindor table during dinner. Draco!Ron was sitting to his right, Hermione!Ron was glaring at the table across from him. Harry!Ron was next to her.

They heard exclamations from some of the other Gryffindor!Rons, telling them that there were only the three fake Rons left. The three looked at each other.

"We should just do it and get it over with. It's been embarrassing enough as is." Hermione!Ron said. That in and of itself showed that she was caving. The other two agreed. And with a simple, 'This is hard.' from the three, you had Draco Malfoy glaring at the three of them, standing abruptly, and storming to the Slytherin table with an aura of 'say anything and I will curse you.' surrounding him. The trio shared a look, and agreed never to speak of it again.

Ron grinned to himself as he wrote the spell down in a book, a book of all his tested and successful hexes and curses. It was getting so big.

He was sure that the others knew of the book now, but he was fine with that. They would never be able to get to it after all.

So? How was it? I liked it.

Mars