Driving Lessons | By : ronsmistress Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2694 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Ben Marshall shouldered his bag as he walked along the campus. He had just begun his college classes, and his newly acquired driver’s license gave him a newfound confidence. He was taking classes in English and he had Evie to thank for it.
His thirst for poetry was always hampered by a feeling of insecurity. The summer he spent working for her gave him insight into a new world. As he had told his father, he understood the power of words. He firmly believed Evie helped him with that understanding. Of course driving her car illegally helped boost his confidence enough to pass his test.
He had reached the room he was looking for and walked in, with a few other students trailing him. “Come on in and take a seat.” The instructor called out.
Ben made his way to an empty desk and set his bag on the floor. While other students also prepared for class, he pulled out his book and papers. When he sat straight up his elbow collided with a stack of books and sent them to the floor.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” The girl beside him stared for a moment. Ben wondered if he‘d made her angry, but eventually she just smiled.
“It’s alright, I should have put them on the other side.” Together, they gathered up the small stack from the floor.
Throughout the class Ben took notes and focused on the lesson. He was only taking a few classes and that would leave him with plenty of time on his hands. He had his job at the bookstore part time, but the last thing he wanted was to struggle making time for both work and classes.
He had made the decision to go see Evie again as often as he could. He had enjoyed working for her and formed a close friendship, even as eccentric as she was. Given his mother’s devious behavior, he would gladly take Evie’s quirkiness over deception any day. At least she was honest with him. At least she saw him as a man of worth. He still had no idea how his own mother viewed him, but at the moment he didn’t care.
As he stood, his desk mate loaded her books into an already stuffed book bag. “You sure do have a full term.” He joked.
She let out a laugh. “Yes well I’ve always been very studious.” She shouldered her bag and held the books for her next class in her arms. “What’s your subject?” She asked as they exited the room.
“English. You?”
“Chemistry and English.” She told him.
“Interesting combination.” He said pausing outside the room.
“Yes well, I would like to eventually become published, and I’d rather not use other writers. I’m a bit controlling when it comes to my work. What about you?” As she spoke she settled her books and bag in what looked like a common hold that she had mastered over the years.
“Poetry is my specialty and I’m also interested in becoming a published novelist.”
She nodded and glanced at her watch. “I have to get to my next class. I’ll see you on Wednesday then?” She said.
“Yes. I’m Ben Marshall by the way.” He said offering a hand.
“Hermione Granger.” With a smile, and a handshake, she took off to her next class.
Evie opened the door and lit up like a Christmas tree. “Ben!” She engulfed him in a hug. “Come in, come in.”
“How are you then Evie?” He followed her out to the gardens and poured tea.
“Oh, I’m just fine. How are classes?” She asked, putting a fair amount of whiskey to her tea.
“Good, I only had one today, I have another Wednesday morning. Then both on Friday.” He said, shaking his head as she gulped her tea.
“Just two?” She asked.
“Yes, just two, so I can work at the bookstore.” He said.
“Staying busy for a reason?” She said with her normal nosy expression.
“Reason?” He asked.
“Avoiding your mother perhaps?” Her expression went innocent but he knew better then to try and evade the topic.
“I just don’t want to deal with her right now. She’s a liar and a hypocrite in the worst sense. I found out my father was the one who asked for a divorce.” He told her. With Evie he could let his frustrations out and she understood. Granted she lied and played tricks just as much as anyone else would, probably more so, but she wasn’t malicious and she was far from conniving the way his mother had been.
“Was he?” She leaned forward. “Must have been hard on him.”
“Yes, but I think he’s relieved now. What makes me mad is that my mother tries to justify everything she’s done and I don’t like that. God told her to do this or that, well I don’t think God told her to be unfaithful to my father, or use me.” Evie nodded, seeing his anger. “She should be honest with herself and everyone else and just say that she was unhappy but she didn’t.”
“As a woman who has been married a few times, I can say with expert knowledge that it’s not always easy.” She smiled at his expression. “That doesn’t mean I don’t agree with you.”
“You’ve heard how she is, I’ve told you.” He pointed out. “Hell, you even met her. She was horrible to you.”
“Yes, and as I said, I agree she should have been honest.”
“She used me.” His sad voice was infectious.
“Now Ben….”
“She did.” He had maintained his calm but his anger was evident. “She made me drive her to her boyfriend’s house, expecting me to sit in the car and wait while she carried on.”
“Listen, what’s done is done. You’re a man now and in charge of your own life. Don’t let your mother bring you down anymore.” He nodded and sipped his tea. “Now, are you classes going to be interesting do you think?”
“Maybe, I met a girl that seems really nice.” He said.
“A girl now?” She smiled brightly. “What’s she like.”
“She’s in one of my classes, and she’s taking quite a few subjects because her bag was stuffed and she held some in her hands as well.”
“A student in the worst sense,” she laughed, “but she can’t be worse than Bryony.”
Ben laughed. “Bryony wasn’t all that bad.” He said.
“True, but she wasn’t all that good either. But seeing as how you each only wanted what you eventually got from each other, I suppose it doesn’t matter.” Ben shook his head and smiled. “Well it’s true.”
“Yes, I know.” He said, thinking back to the Irish woman who had made a man out of him. She was lovely and didn’t make demands. He imagined if he had seen her more, she would have become a friend, but life didn’t turn out that way. He learned that the hard way.
He left shortly after tea, he had homework to work on and work the next day.
He had an early day at the bookstore on Saturday, but it was usually slow until about just before noon. He was on his knees unpacking a box and stocking new arrivals on a shelf when her heard a timid “Excuse me,” behind him.
“Yes,” he smiled brightly, “hey.”
“Oh hi Ron.” Hermione said brightly.
“Ben.” He corrected with a chuckle.
“That’s right, Ben.” She blushed brightly, looking aside for a moment, chastising herself for getting the name wrong. “You work here?”
“Yeah. Were you looking for something?” He asked, standing.
“Yes, I need a different book for a class, I got the wrong issue.” She said holding out a textbook. He took her paper and moved to the textbook aisle. He found the issue she needed and quickly exchanged it for her.
“Anything else you need?” He asked.
“No, but now that I have a contact at a bookstore, I know where to come.” She said with a smile.
“You sure do.” He waved goodbye and she took off. He finished his shift and went home. He had just enough time to get dressed for the night out that was planned.
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