Muggled!

A/N: Well, sorry it took me so long! Here's chapter three! Oh yeah, Draco's thoughts are italicized.

"MICHAEL! If you don't get up THIS minute, I'm going to come in there and beat you with my rolling pin!"

Draco groggily rolled over, muttering random profanities. As he opened his eyes, he realized that he was definitely not in the right bed; light was everywhere and he'd never been in this place before. Completely disoriented, he rolled over, but not realizing that he was at the edge of the bed, and fell flat on his back. Groaning from the pain and the splitting headache that was currently assaulting his head, he tried to sit up, but realized that he was too tangled up in his sheets.

"MICHAEL!! GET UP NOW!" came a voice nearby.

Confused, Draco sat up straight and suddenly took a real view of his surroundings.

He was in a fairly large room (not as large as his, of course) with the bed in the middle, a small dresser in the right hand corner, a large closet with full size mirrors, covering the doors on both sides, and a large black throw rug in the middle of the room. Behind him, he noted that there were two large windows. Not really knowing what to do, he called out that he was up and decided that he would find this 'Michael' person and personally beat the crap out of him for making him get up so early.

Draco heard an 'about time,' and heavy footsteps walking away from the door.

Completely confused, Draco untangled himself from his sheets, intent on figuring out what exactly was going on.

But first, he had to check on his appearance.

As he slowly walked over to the mirrors, Draco stretched the kinks out of his legs, trying to figure out how he could have gotten here. The last thing he remembered was Lucius' face and the table of potions falling on top of him. As he neared the mirror, he ran his hair through his recently cut platinum hair and meticulously looked from his feet to his head.

Draco unconsciously made a gurgle-like sound in his throat.

Standing in front of him was not his usual beautiful self. Standing in front of him was a tall, tan, brown haired, blue eye man.

Draco screamed.


***

Draco had always been very logical. Yes, but right now wasn't a time for logic. Now was a time for freaking out and ripping his hair from his head. Breathe, he thought to himself. After successfully calming himself down by counting backwards from ten (thanks to Madame Pooshua's Course for Angry Children he had been forced to attended the previous summer), he went back to the bed and sat down trying to sort out what was going on in his jumbled head.

"OK, so the last thing I remember was running away from Lucius and the table full of potions falling on top of me. So," he said to nobody in particular in an accent that he couldn't place," obviously the potions must have mixed together and created a type of serum that transported me to here. Wherever here is..."

"MICHAEL! GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE, NOW!" a voiced yelled.

"Coming," yelled Draco. He rose from the bed and walked out of the room completely satisfied that once he told who ever was yelling at him his name and situation, they'd realize what had happened and the situation could immediately be rectified. Spotting stairs, he figured that the voice had been coming from downstairs and he sauntered down the stairs completely pleased with his sheer brilliance and coolness in the face of this mix-up.

"God Michael, it only took you about an hour to wake up," said a petite lady with mousy brown hair and green eyes from the other side of what Draco took as the kitchen of the house," now go and do these chores." She held up a piece of paper and held it out to him expectantly.

Starting out with a chuckle (imagine him, do WORK!?), he said," Well, you see I would, but I'm not really Michael. My name is Draco Malfoy. You know, son of Lucius Malfoy, and I seem to have some how taken the place of Michael. I can only assume that he has taken my place in England, so if you don't mind, could we please contact the Ministry so that we can sort this out? With all due respect ma'am, I don't really wish to remain as this Michael forever." Smirking at how well he had said that, he stood there and waited for the lady to reply. His smirk started to fade when she started to laugh at him. Suddenly he found himself frowning.

"Honestly Michael," the lady said, still chuckling to yourself," your excuses for not doing your chores are getting wilder and wilder! Last week, you were crippled by a mysterious disease and the week before, you were abducted by aliens that had replaced your body parts with alien parts! This one takes the cake though! I really don't know how you managed to come up with a crack-pot story like this one. Continuing on, she said, "Now, go and do these chores and don't you dare come back inside that house until you're done. Now scoot! Go!"

"But, but! You really don't understand! I really am Draco Malfoy! Please, just listen to me!" Draco said as he was being pushed down a new hall and towards a door which he presumed to be the front door.

"Right, right and I'm the Queen of England. Now listen to your mom, and go and do your chores," she said all while pushing him out the front door in into an unfamiliar yard and pushing the list at him.

Draco started to run back towards the woman, but was stopped as a door was slammed in his face. Only now did he realize what type of mess he really was in.