A/N - OMG... how much do I write in a day? shakes head Anyway. I think this'll be a three part fic. Or something. Oh, yeah. Dedicated to Nat for being brilliant and because I don't know if she'll ever read another fic of mine. :P

DISCLAIMER - I don't own the Potterverse. J.K does, so no suey.

(I Didn't Steal Your) Boyfriend

Whatcha been doin'? Whatcha been doin?

Whoa, Whoa,

Haven't seen ya 'round,

How you been feelin'? How you been feelin'?

Whoa, whoa,

Don't you bring me down,

All that stuff about me,

Being with him,

Can't believe,

All the lies that you told,

Just to ease your own soul,

But I'm bigger than that,

No, you don't have my back,

No, No, HA

Hermione was on her way to The Burrow, Ashlee Simpson blaring in her ears via her iPod. She hadn't seen her friends in nearly three weeks, and was dying to see them. She turned the volume up, tapping her foot against the back of the empty passenger seat. She was seventeen, and yet her parents still didn't let her sit in front. She sighed, and mouthed along to the words, she could she her dad was saying something, so she just nodded, hoping that this was the answer he was looking for. It obviously was, because he reached back and patted her on her newly dyed black locks. She didn't like being patted on the head so she moved back, turning the music up louder.

Hey, how long till the music drowns you out?

Don't put words up in my mouth,

I didn't steal your boyfriend,

Hey, how long till you face what's goin' on,

Cause you really got it wrong,

I didn't steal your boyfriend.

She watched as the sign for Ottery St. Catchpole came looming in front of her, telling her that she was only a mile away from seeing her best friends; Ginny, Ron, Harry. Fred and George.

That thought struck her. She hadn't seen the twins in over two years. She wondered if they'd still look cute. 'Wait. What? Where did that thought come from?" she thought, cocking her head slightly. She shook it as her dad pulled the car to a stop. She pressed pause on her black iPod, which conveniently co-ordinated with her clothes.

"Bye, Daddy," she said, picking up her suitcase and walking out of the car onto the pavement, blowing a kiss at him and smoothing down her black, purple and blue clothes. Her dad waved back, starting the car again and driving down the road back to her house.

Hermione turned around, and walked up to the door. She knocked, and waited until one of the various Weasley's opened the door. 'Oh, I hope Percy's not-'

The door opened. It was Percy.

"RON! IT'S HERMIONE!" Percy shouted up the stairs, walking back into his father's study. Ginny came hurtling out of the kitchen door.

"OHMIGOD! I haven't seen you in ages!" the former red-head said.

"OMIGOD! You dyed your hair!" Hermione said back, hugging her best girl friend.

"Yeah. I loved the way it looked on you, so I decided to do it for me. Herms?"

"Yeah?"

"PLEASE tell me you have some cigs. I ran out yesterday…"

"I got a couple o' packs in my bag. I'll get them in a minute." Hermione said, immediately being enveloped in a hug.

"Hermione, dear. How are you? What have you done to your hair?" Molly Weasley said.

"Mrs Weasley, it's been like this since Christmas last year…" Hermione said, trying hard not to roll her kohl rimmed eyes.

"Oh… well, I liked your natural color more…" she said sniffily. "Don't go turning into a Goth, now will you?"

"I think it's a bit late for warnings about that, mum," a red-head said from the door, looking at Hermione in awe.

A/N - I love writing. I'd love it even more if you'd read and review. :P