disclaimer : i forgot, i don't own anything, except a different way of thinking than everyone else
okay, here i go, writing the story...whoa cool.

The slap stung Harry's cheek, and he winced inwardly as Hermione stormed away, vanishing out the potrait hole.
"What the hell is wrong with her?" Harry asked himself, before rushing up to his bedroom, feeling his cheeks burning with embarassment and the residue of Hermione's hand.
Ron greeted him at the top of the stairs. in his hands he held his torn textbooks and the Harry's shredded clothes. he had a puzzled expression on his face, an amazed flicker of amusement passed across his face when he saw Harry.
"hermione?" He questioned, mutely harry nodded.
"Hermione?" He asked, motioning the garments and belongings in Ron's hands. Ron nodded.
"I don't even know what i did?" He sighed, throwing them to the ground, and muttering under his breath as he and Harry made their ways to their bedroom to try and salvage some of their things. Hermione had started acting weird this morning, after returning early from breakfast. harry and ron didn't even know she'd gone without them, until she returned before they left, and did what she had done.
At the moment, a knock came to their door.
"Ron, Harry?" A voice called, "Are yuo guys ever coming to breakfast?" Amazed, and confused, Ron opened the door to reveal Hermione. She had changed from her casual clothes, and was now wearing her robes. She smiled at them, and they stared back at her, Harry's cheek still stinging from her slap.
"Hermione?" Ron questioned, Harry averted his gaze, and looked down at the floor, tears welling in his eyes. the hurt and bullying he'd suffered from primary school came back with a blast, the pretend niceness, then the sufferable taunts, and physical hurt he'd acquired. Hermione looked questioningly at Harry (and i know i've said questioningly at least three hundred times already, sorry), and turned to Ron, her eyes full of worry.
"What's wrong, Harry?" She asked. Rn stared at her harder, his eyes widening in amazement.
"are you stupid?" He asked, and then wished he hadn't, as her eyes filled with flames (not literally) and she glared at him.
"What do you think's wrong with me?"Snarled harry, glaring at hermione, his eyes blazing, a single tear strolled luxuriously down his cheek and hung suspended from his chin. he wiped it away, and resumed his baleful glare at Hermione. Hermione felt targeted, she unconsciously took a step back, knocking over Ron's vase he'd been given for his birthday from his mum. it was special to him, that much she knew, so she was genuinely sorry when it broke in three pieces behind her, but she was also genuinely sorry that she fell on top of it, breaking it even further, and resulting in giving her a deep cut on her arm, which she knew she should take straight to Madam Pomfrey, but she couldn't.
Ron gasped at her, and grabbed her by her arms, shaking her roughly, his nails digging into the cut, and giving her blisters from the rubbing of her robes against her skin.
Ron was yelling uncomprehensively, something about breaking things, ruining belongings, trashing their special things, breaking them up, being a bully. She didn't understand.
"Ron, Ron, stop it, i'm sorry. Ron!" She cried, and was shocked to discover that tears were falling from her eyes. she felt unsure of what was going on. She had never done any of those things he was accusing her of. Hit Harry, she'd never do that, never. She knew his fragile upbringing, his abusive childhood, his unsuredness (not sure if it is a real word, if it isn't i claim it, it's mine, i made it up.Mine, but you can borrow it) around people. She would not trash other people's belongings, and was hurt to think that her two best friends thought she had.
"I never did all that!" She shouted, her voice croaking, and shaking, as Ron slowly released her. His sneer filled her vision.
"I'm sorry about your vase, really i am, Ron." She turned to Harry.
"Harry, you know i'd never. You know me, you know i'd never. I didn't. Harry, Ron." They stared at her, disbelieving.
"it was you, Hermione." Harry whispered. "I can't not believe what my eyes saw. It was you. You hit me, just before, in the common room, in front of all the first and second years." hermione stared at him, then back at ROn, neither of them looked like relenting anytime soon.
"This isn't a joke guys!" She screamed, before turning and fleeing back to her own room, where she promptly threw herself on her bed, and cried. it was unfair. She never did all those things. She never would. She needed someone to talk to, and, with her two best friends out of the picture and Ginny in class, there was only two people left.
Hermione crept along the secret passageway into Hogsmeade, her hair astrew, shky on her feet, feeling targetted. Once in Hogsmeade she apparated to Diagon Alley. Running, half staggering she collapsed into the Weasleys Jokeshop, where she was greeted by Fred and George. Their joking natures replaced by seriousness as she related her story to them, and then their Geaorge's face screwed up in anger at what Ron's part in it was. they fed her chocolate and gave her blankets, and soon she was smiling hesitantly, curled up in the armchair above the shop, watching the muggle tv shows and midday movies. wagging school for the first time.

Oh, no,,,...what will happen next. who is the imposter Hermione, and what will happen next, what will happen with Ron and Harry, will they continue to hate Hermione, will Fred and George set them straight, and what has Draco got to do with it (damn, can't believe i just put that in, kind of giving away some of the storyline) I'm the only one who can answer these questions, so hurry and review, and i might just answer them, and write another interesting chapter.lol

Chapter two

Okay, so we left Hermione sitting comfortably in Fred and George's apartment, while Harry and Ron, what are they doing, and how are they feeling. Keep tuned for more…another chapter. Okay, here we go. And as before, disclaimer: own absolutely nothing, just my wacky brain and the computer; the computer is mine, as am I. I am my own self. So weird.

Ron and Harry sat at the Gryffindor table; their food lay mostly untouched before them. Since Hermione had stormed out on them, they had felt kind of low. Just then they glanced Hermione swooping down on them, her hair tied back in a ponytail, dressed in casuals. The most peculiar of this image, was the casual clothes. Everyone else was dressed in robes, and Ron and Harry couldn't understand why she had gotten changed so many times already today. She sat next to Ron, elbowing him as she ate. Ron took the first three with good grace, but when the fourth, sharply dug elbow found its mark in the pit of his stomach, he couldn't stop the groan that emerged from his mouth. He glanced sideways at Hermione, noticing the smirk that crossed her lips. With grimace he got up, and, with Harry following close behind, left the Great Hall. Behind them, Hermione smiled to herself, glancing up at Ginny across the table, who smiled uncertainly back, then looked back down at her food, confused.
"Touchy, aren't they today?" Hermione commented, and Ginny snapped her head back up, staring wide-eyed across the table. Harry had told her about Hermione, and what she had done. Ginny glanced sharply at Hermione and saw the malicious flame that glinted in her eyes. There was none of the softness, or Hermione-ness that was usually there.
"Hermione?" Ginny asked, and Hermione looked into her eyes.
"Yeah?" She asked, the food before her being replaced with the desert dishes. Ginny shook her head, and stood up, walking quickly after Harry and Ron, and breaking into a run as she left the hall, catching up to them.
"Hermione's different." She breathed, "I don't think it's her. What if someone is controlling her?" Harry stopped in his stride and his gaze turned thoughtful. Ron just looked confused, which Ginny realised was his usual expression. She slipped her hand into Harry's discretely, as they continued to walk along, discussing at length, the reasons why people would want to control Hermione, and who it might be. Their conclusions came to someone who wanted to get at Harry, wanted to split up the "dream team", someone like Draco, someone connected to Voldemort. Their discussion found them at the Fat Lady, entering the common room they came to a halt to see George standing before them. They knew it was George, because he was wearing Fred's Christmas jumper; he looked mad. Within a second, Ron found himself pinned against the wall, George's arm across his throat, and Harry and Ginny berating George. Ginny actually thumping him on the back, Ron scrabbled at the arm choking him.
"George." Ginny yelled, "George, stop it. George!"
"How could you?" George snarled into Ron's face. Ron gaped for breath. George released him from the wall, and he slumped to the ground, gasping for air, clawing at his throat. Harry and Ginny stood staring at George, dumbfounded. Ron was gasping for air, glaring up at George, eyes watering.
"What the bloody hell was that for?" Ron spluttered. George forced back the impulse to punch him, regarding him with content instead.
"There is one certain girl sitting in my apartment, hurt, and confused by two people's actions. Harry, you are not my family, but if you do not explain what the bloody hell was going through your mind earlier today, I will have no control over my actions, and may proceed to hit you. Hard."
"George, what are you talking about? Hermione's here, she's in the Great Hall." Ginny burst out, bristling at the turmoil between her brothers.
A look of confusion and hesitation crossed George's face.
"No. She's in Diagon Alley. Fully robed, dried blood from a cut on her arm, and bruises on her arms, where someone grabbed her rather hard, wrapped in a blanket and watching muggle shows on TV." Now it was Harry, Ron and Ginny's turn to look confused. Then, realisation crossed Ginny's face.
"There are two of them." She gasped, and Harry, Ron, and George's mouths dropped open (like in the cartoon Aladdin, when Genie's jaw hits the floor, though not quite as extreme).
"No." Ron said,
"Yes," Harry said, "polyjuice potion, or some kind of transfiguration." Ginny lightly punched George on the arm.
"Yes, it wasn't her at the Gryffindor table, her eyes were all wrong." Their laughter ended abruptly though when the casual clothes Hermione entered the common room, fixing her gaze on them.
"Hi Fred." She said, breezily. George, Ron, Harry and Ginny stared open-mouthed.
"Hermione." George said, but Ron had already grabbed her, and was holding her against the wall.
"Who are you?" He asked, voice simmering with anger. Without further ado, Harry and George had released her from Ron's grip and carted her up to their dormitory, where they shut the door behind them, locking Hermione in.
"We should have a guard." Ginny suggested, "I volunteer." She said, and sat down by the door. Harry glanced at Ron and George, and then at Ginny.
"I'll stay too," He said, "I'll get some cushions." Looking relieved, Ron followed George back down the stairs, out the common room and though the passage into Hogsmeade. Ron, still uneasy about apparating, had to hitch a ride with George. They made their way to the Jokeshop.
"I'm sorry about before." George said. Ron waved it off. "It's okay, you just have to give me free stuff." He smiled at the expression on George's face, as they ascended the stairs to Hermione who had fallen asleep, drooling slightly, but otherwise, perfect, at least in Ron's eyes. Before her, the TV dimly blared. She was unaware that the day had resulted in four more people wagging for the day.

Okay, that is the end of chapter duo. Two that is. Hope you enjoyed it, and if you did, I hope you review it. Umm, more coming up soon, such as the identification of the intruder Hermione and the reasons behind it, and more importantly, the improvements in relationships, apologies, and whatnot.
Ciao