A/N: Sry it was late! Enjoy

August 1st, 5:49 pm.

Hello again Diary! I wanna know why all bad things happen to me...? Yea, another stupid thing happened today. Just now, actually. See, you know when someone called me when I was writing in you? I went down and saw Hermione. It went something like this:

"Hermione!! You came! How are you?" I bombarded her.

"Hi Ginny! I'm feeling fine, as usual. How about you?" she responded politely.

"Let's just say I'm not having the best of summers."

"Uh...can I ask why?" And Harry took that exact moment to come into the kitchen. "Harry!!" Hermione screamed. "What happened to you?"

I whipped around to see what the hell Hermione was shrieking about—Harry's face was full of bandages. He could barely speak!

"Uh...nothing serious Hermione. Just got a little hurt there." Harry said. I though he sent me a glare.

"Nothing serious?" Hermione repeated, "your face is covered with bandages!"

"Hermione, I just got hit by a door. No big deal. Come on, Hermione..." Harry said, patting her shoulder meekly. I think he sent me another glare. (How can anyone be so friendly and grouchy at the same time?

That's when I understood what happened to him. Remember when I shut the bathroom door on his face? And he yelled? Well, that's probably why he yelled.

Okay, I know I should feel bad for him that I hurt him and I should feel sorry for him and stuff. But I couldn't help it. I cracked up. Harry looked so funny with his bandaged face! I laughed so hard that I fell down and I had tears coming out of my eyes.

"And what are you laughing at?" Harry asked sulkily.

"You... you...look...so funny! I managed to respond. Then Ron spoke up.

"You've got to admit, it is a bit funny..." I looked up at him, through my fit of giggles. He caught my eye and we laughed all over again. By now, even Hermione was laughing. Everyone was laughing except for Harry. He just sent everyone glares.

Our laughing slowly subsidized, by which Mum made us some sandwiches as a snack. (well, more like late late late brunch for me). And let me tell you, ham and cheese sandwiches never tasted so yummy before.

While eating, I casually asked what was on my mind.

"So Harry, how did you get here?" I started.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean how did you get here? Duh! By floo?"

"I Apparated of course!" He said cheerily. (why was he cheerful?)

"Yea right!" I said, laughing. "That was a bad joke Harry."

"Its no joke, Ginny. I'm 17. I just took my Apparition test now. I'm legally an adult!" He said.

Right then, Diary, I felt so stupid and childish. Ron, Hermione, and Harry were all 17! And I'm 15! Well, almost 16. anyhow, I was embarrassed. And you know me—well, no you don't, you're a diary—I blushed like an idiot. So naturally, I stuttered some good byes and made a beeline for the stairs—to go to my room. You know, to same me from further embarrassment.

NOT! As soon as I got onto my feet and took a step, if slipped! How? I'll tell ya. Stupid, stuck-up, idiotic, supposed-to-be-good Harry Potter sneakily placed a banana peel where I was supposed to step, and I didn't notice it. Uh huh. And what do you do when you don't notice where you are stepping? You fell. So I slipped on the peel, only to go crashing down to the floor. I bruised both my elbows. We have no carpet in out house. I wanna live in those modern houses with carpet. It's so soft. My friend Nyssa has a carpeted house. It's not fair. Waa. My and my rambling mouth—no, rambling hand, are gonna shut up now. Back to the story.

I fell down, bruised my elbows and knees, and I think I was also blushing really hard. And guess what? Everyone laughed. Really hard. Even Hermione. EVEN MY MUM!! But no one else was laughing harder than stupid, stuck-up, idiotic, not-good, and did I mention brainless Harry Potter. His laugh was full of victory. How the hell did I ever like him? I thought he was nice! How! How did I ever think of him like that? Harry Potter is nothing other than an asshole.

Haha. Haha me. I ran up the stairs and dashed into my room. I shut the door as loudly as I can.

I was never so embarrassed in my life. I guess the truth is harry got me back because I laughed on his face. And that is what I'm planning to do. GET HIM BACK!

Revenge never sounded this sweet before!