A.N.—shifting gears a bit, this is NOT Ginny's diary.  Let the potty-mouth ensue. 

I snapped my diary shut and sprawled out on my back in the grass. It was a typical gray, English morning. I love the rain, though. It's so calming and peaceful. Kind of like that feeling after you chug 3 Butterbeers. I was just about to drift off into Dreamland where Harry and that very enticing stranger from last night fought like kangaroos to win my heart when suddenly—

"Who the bloody hell are you?"

I glanced around, looking for the source of the male voice. It came in the form of a boy. I thanked my brain for pointing out the obvious while studying him. He looked around 16 years old, with short, messy dark brown hair and clear blue eyes. I couldn't help myself from grinning a little. He was just reeking of adorable-osity, despite the less-than-lovely greeting. He also had a wand sticking out of his pocket, letting me know he was in fact a wizard (A.N.--*rolls eyes* a REAL wand, people, a wand that does magic and………I'm just digging myself into a deeper pit, aren't I? Minds out of the gutters for now please :D).

"I'm, uh, Ginny." Oh, yes, bloody brilliant, Gin.

"Well, Ginny, you are in my spot that I have come to for the past three years for a bit of peace and quiet. Your presence here poses some difficulties for that to happen, so I suggest you leave this instant." He replied in a smooth, snotty voice, while glaring at me. I had to resist from laughing outright. What a pompous git. I'll show him.

The sarcasm poured out of my mouth before I could tell it to stop.

"Sincerest apologies, sir, I wasn't aware you were the Prince around here, excuse the lack of groveling. But, honestly, you can't tell me what to do. So kindly remove that stick so nicely lodged in your ass and go away." I smiled innocently, silently happy with myself.

"You're quite the bitch, you know?

"Yes, and you're quite the dip-shit, you know?" I quipped back, copying his tone.

"Don't play with fire. You might get burned."

"Make that up all by yourself, then? Oh, and I wasn't aware that we were 'playing'. Interesting." I feigned a contemplative face.

The boy rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Plus," I continued, "I don't even know your name."

He looked genuinely surprised. "That was off topic."

"It's still a legitimate question. What's your name, prat?"

"Why do you care, priss?"

"Just curious, ferret-brain."

He raised and eyebrow and repeated, "Ferret-brain?"

"You remind me of someone."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Bad." I replied, simply.

"Oh."

"Don't avoid the question." I snapped.

"Hamilton. Jake Hamilton."

I snorted.

"Think my name's funny, do you?" He did his 'death glare' fiasco again. I suppose that's supposed to make me cringe with varying degrees of sheer terror, however, it doesn't. It might have to do with my death glare being better, or perhaps being used to Hermione's temper.

More snorting came from me, by the way. He was like a soddin' Malfoy-bot. It was an utter riot.

"Shut up, Weasley. I didn't even have to ask your surname. Red hair and no respect for people better than you. It was entirely too obvious."

"You aren't better than me."

"I beg to differ."

"Piss off."

"Such language."

"Such arrogance." I would never admit it in a million years, but I was having fun bickering with this Jake fellow. He was exactly what I needed to get my mind off of Harry and everything. It was nice to show my true colors for once. I could be very perceptive when I wanted to be, and I just knew that this boy wasn't really so terrible. He had a protective wall built around him to keep from getting hurt. It was a classic case, really. I bet he was just lonely.

I started walking back to my house, which was about a mile away.

He followed.

"Where are you going, Hamilton?"

"I'm just following you. I have nothing better to do than to bother you."

"You seriously need a life."

"I resent that."

"Of course you do." I said under my breath.

"So," Jake began, after a minute of silence, "Where are you going, anyway?"

"My house."

"Mind if I join you?" He had this weird look in his eyes. Like longing. Hope. Pleading. I decided to trust him.

"Fine. I don't understand why you would want to, but I guess you're welcome in my home. Please pretend I've known you forever otherwise Mum will have a conniption at me for bring strange boys around."

He smiled a little. I think it was a smile, anyway.