Disclaimer: I own nothing except the MC Avory. The rest belongs to JK Rowling.

After the collapse of my last story, I decided to try something new. Hope you like it, this is just the first wee bit, if you like it there's more to come :)

Please comment. Constructive criticism welcome.

Enemies Make the Best Lovers

Chapter One

Avory gathered her belongings from the overhead compartment and set them down at her feet. There was an awful lot to carry; two trunks, a broom and a handbag. How was she supposed to get them all into the school? She was without help from her father, so she would have to drag them all the way on her own. Picking up a trunk in each hand she let out an unladylike grunt, and immediately dropped them again. This isn't going to work.

Stretching her back Avory decided on a new tactic. Pulling out her new wand she tried to remember one of the few spells she was taught before coming here.

"Wingerdium... wingardium..."

Shit

One of the trunks levitated off the ground for a second, then dropped once again, only narrowly missing her toes.

"You alright? Looks like you're having a bit of bother."

The voice came from behind her, but Avory was loosing patience and so was too annoyed to turn around and see who had spoken.

"I'm just fine, thank you."

Re-trying her original tactic, Avory slung her handbag over one shoulder, stuck her broom under an arm and grabbed hold of one trunk in each of her hands.

One, two three... pull!

After mentally counting to three Avory yanked at the trunks. They didn't budge.

"What are you doing?" came the masculine voice from behind her.

"Oh, are you still here?" she asked rhetorically, and continued to yank on the trunk handles.

"Yes and seriously, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? Trying to move my trunks."

"Why" came the voice again.

Was this boy stupid or something? Did he not realise that without her trunks, she would not have her clothes, her books, and would therefore not be able to live properly this year at school. Deciding to ignore him, Avory kept on trying, and failing, to move her trunks.

"Don't you realise that you leave your stuff on the train, and it gets delivered to your room for you?"

Now that stopped Avory in her tracks. "What?" she yelled, spinning round to face the boy. The voice belonged to an entertained, and very handsome looking blond. The grin on his face almost reached both ears.

"I said," the boy repeated, as if talking to an infant, "don't you realise that you leave your stuff on the train, and it gets delivered to your room for you?"

Maybe if the boy wasn't grinning at her like the Cheshire cat, then she wouldn't have snapped.

"Well does it look like I know that? If I'd known that do you think I would have been wasting my time here trying to move the trunks myself?"

She told herself that it had been a long day. The boy was clearly taunting her and deserved to be yelled at. She told herself that it wasn't her fault that she made herself an enemy that day.

"And instead of standing there, watching me make a fool out of myself, did you not think to tell me I was wasting me time?!"

Immediately the boy's face went sour.

"Well why didn't you put two and two together when you saw everyone else getting of the train without their trunks?"

Avory just stood and stared at him.

"And next time when somebody's trying to help, why not thank them instead of yelling at them like it was all their fault that you were too stupid to pay attention"

And with that, the boy left.