August 3rd, 1995.
It's unbelievable how I can like someone so much and hate them at the same time. This is how I feel with Jake Hamilton around. I'm convinced that there are TWO Jake Hamiltons. One is this annoying, evil, antagonistic bugger that pisses me off to no end, and the other is this cute and charming boy who can make me laugh for 10 minutes straight.
The problem being, I love the mixture.
Not LOVE-love, just a purely platonic………connection………for lack of a better word without having so much suggestiveness to it………..with him. I feel like I've known him forever, which according to what I told my family, I have. They didn't ask too many questions when I brought him home yesterday. This was mostly due to Jake being a total and complete kiss-ass to my mother and father.
Between clever quips and insults, we had an amazing conversation. I feel like I understand him completely. I was right about how lonely he is. Apparently, he is an only child from a wealthy wizarding family (as one could imagine, we figured out quite early on of each others' magical status) that lives in a manor a few miles away. I was getting a little creeped out by how much this boy sounded like a dirty little ferret that I have the "privilege" of knowing. Not KNOWING-knowing, mind you.
Anyways, Jake said that he felt the same way about me. He was surprisingly blunt about these things. About how he felt like he could trust me and we could be great friends, despite meeting each other only an hour ago. I did a little "aww"-ing and was thinking just how sweet this guy was, when he turns around and pushes all the right buttons to make the famous Weasley rage reign once again.
Although, I'm at least glad that SOMEONE can treat me like a friend around here, as opposed to just "that little, innocent Ginny, who needs protection at all times."
You see, Ron still thinks this way. You should have seen the daggers from his eyes when he met Jake. He shook his hand a little too harshly, then walked off, mumbling something about "bloody wanker" and "flaying". I fear what mental images he was having. Ron was about as sweet to my new friend as warm honey……laced with arsenic.