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Miss Gia! Octoberish, 1977?
It was the first of October. And since it was the first of October, that meant he and Giada had been together exactly one month (as of 10:58 this morning, to be alarmingly specific—it was a memorable occasion, which was why he could, in fact, be so alarmingly specific). Derek hadn't been in a lot of what one might call "long-term" relationships, so this was a strange yet fascinating benchmark for him. And, according to his housemates and a select other friends (bloody—all right, and his mother), the first month anniversary was always supposed to be special. So, Derek had done his damnedest to make it a memorable evening. Having just finished a little midnight picnic on the grounds (where he felt very smug upon producing a bottle of elderberry wine to accompany it), the two were in the process of sneaking back inside the castle. But Derek had a little detour on his mind that he'd only just mentioned to his girlfriend of one month.

"No one's going to be there," he said in his best suave, but wheedling voice as he started slowly in the direction of the Hufflepuff common room. "I promise, it's going to be fine!"

Derek was a good boy—he'd been raised right by his mum, after all. He knew he was supposed to treat a lady like a lady. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to try awfully hard to get a good, vigorous snogging session in.

"Just come with me—spend a little of tonight together?"

And really good, vigorous snogging session always broke a rule or two.