Oh, dear… I really didn't mean for the first part to be confusing… -- Sorry… Well, hopefully some questions will be answered here. On with the story!

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…

"Hmm…? Where…?" Draco yawned, sitting up. "Where…?" He stopped. Something wasn't right. Why was his voice raspy and too undignifyingly deep? No voice should be that deep. The right voice should be light, calm, and full of sophisticated wonder, not deep, showy, and raspy.

"Hey, hey! Ron! You up, little brother?" A bright batch of red hair landed next to him.

"R…Ron…?" Draco whispered, slowly remembering the last few things his father said.

"Yes, Ron! You ARE Ronald B. Weasley, my cutesy, icky, little brother," the slightly older Weasley teased, pinching Draco's cheek. The snobby boy just growled, "Out of my room…"

"Oh! I'm so scared of ickle Ronnikins!" He pretended to run out of the room in fear. Damn redheaded bastard… Where am I? Oh, Merlin… Please do not have let my father have… Draco stopped thinking. As soon as he stood up, he was face to face with Ronald Weasley, but not in the way he was used to dealing with him. His vibrant orange hair had grown out during the past few weeks that they had been out of school. It was pulled into a messy ponytail behind him. His azure eyes shone defiantly through his few rebellious hairs that persisted to fall in front of his eyes. As Draco lifted his left arm, Ron lifted his right, and at this precise moment, Draco let out an ear-splitting scream that shattered the mirror that was right in front of him causing Ron to disappear and Draco to faint once more.

However, things at the Malfoy Manor were far more interesting. Lucius had chained his favorite and only son to his favorite torture wall in his favorite study to emphasize the works of his favorite torture techniques. After all, all a Malfoy's favorites must be evil, or they mustn't be his favorites.

"Hmm…?" The little chained-up blonde mumbled, opening his glassy silver eyes to see an equally steely set looking straight back into them. "Where am… am I?"

"Oh, in that infamous study of Lucius Malfoy that you just happened to tell Weasley and Potter about in second year, son… Believe me, though he is no longer mine, Dobby was a brilliant little spy, loyal like the rest of the house elves, though a bit insane, until Potter set him free…" Lucius said the last part with the most acidic of tones.

"I… How did I…?" the dubious blonde muttered, before looking down, realizing he was wearing only a pair of black slacks and underwear, which felt silky. My… My skin is pale… Wait… I'm more built than this… thought the unsuspecting, riding-on-the-verge-of-stupidity, and still very sleepy boy. He looked up to Lucius with the cutest, most bewildered of eyes that any Malfoy had ever seen, but as with all things cute, this just disgusted Lucius further.

"I suppose you want an explanation for why you are in the god-blessed body of a Malfoy. Well, that is my nefarious scheme!" Lucius cackled, slashing the blonde across the chest with a leather whip. Then, before continue to injury the body of his poor son, he dropped his voice to a very scary, almost inaudible whisper, "You shall spill out your secrets to me in due time, Weasley, but until then, you will suffer for your little party putting me in Azkaban!" Ron's mind finally snapped into motion, but not enough to stop him from spitting out, "You'll never get any secrets out of me! I'd rather die first!" The evil grin that passed over Lucius Malfoy's thin lips would have killed an innocent fairy had it been around; but, instead, it just furthered Ron's already infuriated hatred.

"That can be arrange, Mr. Weasley…" the blonde man stated before letting out a barge of lashes on Ron's newly acquired, very pale, fragile chest. Why me? Why not Harry? He's the one who absolutely loves being the center of attention… What was that he… Ow! DAMMIT! That hurt! Ron growled, biting his lip, absolutely refusing to let Lucius have the pleasure of seeing him scream.

Now, as for screaming, Molly Weasley was doing so as she tried to shake Draco awake, fearing that her little baby boy was sick, having no idea of the devious Malfoy soul lurking within his body.

I hope that clear something up. R&R, please!