Ok… Ok… Before I even start, thank Mamalaz for this… She is the best Ron/Draco author out there. Go read her stories! Go now! Wait! No! Read this first, and then go read hers! Yeah! Yeah! Read mine… Please?

Oh, and as for any OOCs, please forgive me. Evil is not my forte; I'm just obsessed with it. Hopefully, reading other stories and the books again will help me get around this problem… I hope…

Hell Can't Possibly Be Any Worse Than This

Categories: Romance/Humor (If I can actually ever pull that off…)

Rating: T, I think, due to swearing; might get higher, depending.

Couples: Ron/Draco (Eventually.)

Summary: Lucius is evil, Draco is used, and Ron is now Lucius's son. Something wrong with this picture? Just as Draco thinks having to fully serve his father cannot get any worse… This happens… (Ron/Draco, eventually)

"Wake up, Draco!" Lucius hissed, striking his sleeping son in the head with his black cane. The silver-haired boy groaned, sitting up, and through an avalanche of pain, muttered a simple "Yes, Father?", which only merited him another firm smack on the head.

"What did I teach you about mumbling, Draco?" the older man growled, brandishing the cane menacingly.

"Not to do it for any reason, unless unable to restrain the primitive urge to do so, which succumbing to is a sign of weakness and ill-manners, especially when a person worthy of esteem respect is around," Draco quoted, pulling on a nicely pressed pair of dress slacks that his father had placed in his lap as he sat up.

"Correct, correct," Lucius coolly said, finally using the cane for its original purpose. "I suppose you would like to know why I asked you to fill out that report while you were at school."

"I only owled you fifteen times, Father," Draco fumed, making sure he was out of the evil cane's distance.

"Oh, really?" Lucius drawled, "I didn't receive a one… Owl post has recently had many raids…" Draco rolled his silver eyes before Lucius shot him an icy glare. "I have my reasons. You are to use that information."

"Use it? What the bloody hell am I going to use all this useless information for? I didn't even want to know what Weasley's favorite drink, much less his sexual preferences in women! What the fucking hell was all that information for, anyway?" Lucius spun around on his son, faster than lightening itself. Damn, Lucius is far more frightening than Voldemort can ever be when he is pissed. Draco thought, looking at his father's clean, pristine black shoes, not even wanting to think about the silver fire he knew was raging in Lucius's eyes.

"Do not use that vulgar Mudblood language in my presence ever again! Also, never question my actions, no matter how strange they may be," He whispered harshly. Draco felt a small shudder go down his spine, and Malfoys never shudder. "You will be taking young bastard Weasley's place as the scum of his family." Draco fell backwards. He closed his eyes and reopened them. He hurt his perfect body by pinching the hell out of his arm, but everything was the exact same, except for a rapidly increasing bruise on his left arm.

"W…Wh…What?" He finally sputtered out, choking on his own breaths.

"You heard me, son. The potion is simmering while we wait," Lucius stated simply before yanking his son off the spotless marble floor, pulling him along, and for the first time in his entire life, Draco resisted his father. He wrenched his hand out of his strong, snakelike grip.

"I am not EVER taking Weasley's place! He is a sorry, meek, lowly, mudblood-loving excuse for a wizard! I'd rather die than be in his damned family!" He screeched, losing every last ounce of his composure that he prided himself on over his six years of schooling at Hogwarts.

"That, my dear son, can be arranged. You are his age, you have all the information you need, and it will only be for a month…" The much-older silver-haired man growled.

"A…A… A mon…month?" The boy almost fainted. An entire month in the Weasley's family… A month surrounded by the Potter-worshipping, bottom-feeding, mudblood-loving plagues of wizarding society… But one question did settle firmly in his mind.

"What does the potion d… do exactly, Father?" Draco asked, having resumed being pulled along by his ever-so-loving father.

"Switches souls. It is a lot more unexpected than most potions, especially polyjuice. Ever since the Crouch incident, everyone's been monitoring the sells of the ingredients, even when a pureblood family has many reasons to need them for other potions. Most people think this potion is pure theory, Draco, but you shall prove otherwise, since you'll be watching the Weasley's from the inside out," Lucius tapped his son lightly on the head, "And do not worry, I'll make sure that the Weasley boy does not disgrace your Malfoy body." And with this statement, Draco did as any egotistical, snotty, shocked rich boy would, he fainted.

I hope you liked it so far. Coming soon chapter two: Waking of Dr… "Ronald Weasley".