Draco POV

The sound of the door slamming caused Granger to jump. She tried to pull away from Theo to look at who walked in, to confirm it was me, but he pulled her in tighter, refusing her desire to hide and pretend. She pushed against him, fighting his hand in her hair, and a part of me recognized that it was cruel. The other part of me, the very Slytherin part, found my dick swelling at the sight of her struggle. A precious Gryffindor princess full of panic. Her fear must be high because there was no aura, no magic of any color.

I walked up behind her, leaning in close to her ear to whisper.

"Scared, Granger?"

She stopped battling for space at the sound of my voice, her body softening again. I didn't want that. I wanted her fury, her fight. My front formed against her back, my hand slipping around her robe and under her shirt, squeezed between the two of my lovers. I dragged my fingers over her bare stomach with a bit of force.

"What if it hadn't been me? What would you have done? How long are you going to run from your feelings? How far will you go to refuse us?"

"I don't-"

"Lie," I said, cutting her off. My hand balled into a fist over her skin at the ache in my chest, the one that came with green. Only there would be no green. Theo and I had both smoked a joint of gillyweed to prepare. Our feelings, our colors, would not affect her truth. After a calm moment, my hand splayed out again, inching down to gather her skirt, the back of my hand gliding over Theo's stiff cock.

"I'm not lying." The words came out around panting breaths while my hand wandered up. She wiggled in protest, but there was no where for her to go. Every inch of her was caught between us.

"Yes you are," Theo said, tugging her head back by her hair, giving me access to her neck, exposing delicate skin. I kissed at the nape, nibbled on her soft neck and collar as I tugged her knickers to the side. I dipped my hand between her folds, finding it wet and warm, to no surprise. She tried to squeeze her legs shut around the onslaught, but I pressed through, diving my fingers over her clit. Slow and soft.

Around a half moan she continued her objections.

"I'm…not…lying."

I pressed my finger down, circling the swollen nub. Her thighs tightened more, crushing my wrist.

"Then tell us to stop. If you don't want us, all of us, tell us to stop." The gravel in Theo's voice made my whole body feel warm. My fingers were covered in the proof. There was no denial stronger than her desire.

Theo leaned in, kissing at the other side of her neck, his hands roaming down to her arse, brushing against me. My head swam. All the gillyweed in my system and her attitude made the simple touch euphoric. I groaned into her and caught the flutter of red around her, her magic finally coming out to battle with her resolve. Where had it been? I found I didn't care. There was some gold in the mix. Good. Let her be angry. Fuck, I wanted her to be angry. I wanted her to twist and try to get away. I wanted her to smack me, to yell at us and scream. There was truth in anger. My finger picked up speed. The only sounds in the room were hungry mouths on skin and the sound of whimpers from her lips. A light sheen of sweat made my tongue taste of salt, my hand ached to stretch.

I bided my time, waited until she started unclenching her thighs in search of friction. Theo lifted her, anchoring her to him with her legs wrapped around him. I moved even closer. The movement made her hips wiggle back on me and I felt Theo's cock twitching against the dorsal side of my hand. We moaned at the same time, practically growling into her shoulders. It was for him that I let her hips gyrate for a few moments. I let him praise her with degrading whispers.

"You're clenching your eyes closed so you can deny your feelings, but you can't deny that needy cunt, can you?" He asked, his hands squeezing tight on her arse. I felt it against me. "That's because you're ours, our needy little whore. If only you weren't such a fucking bitch, we'd give you everything."

I hooked a finger inside of her, shifting her clit to my thumb. Granger moaned my name and it went straight to where I ached. I fought for control, for the ability not to thrust, to cave. Granger began smashing my hand between her cunt and Theo's body, riding a high, and between those needy thrusts.

"You're getting me all wet by grinding that soaking wet cunt on me."

Between her shifts and Theo's dirty mouth I was losing my resolve. My nose was flooded with the smell of vanilla and musk and gillyweed. My balls were so tight that I could cum in seconds so I thought of anything and everything from house elves to McGonagall in lingerie, trying to come back to myself. I found my will to deny her right as her body shook. That's when I retracted my fingers with gritted teeth and a hiss of pain, cupping her and leaving space so she couldn't get the friction from my hand or his body. She screamed.

"No! No! Don't stop. Fuck…don't stop." There were tears in her voice that mixed with anger. She tried to grind with huffs of frustration, seeking the release I had ripped from her. The burst of gold nearly drowned out all the red and my cock throbbed with the visual of her anger. I wanted nothing more than to push them both down onto the floor and fuck her senseless while she battled for that orgasm by humping against Theo's covered erection. I couldn't, I wouldn't, and my dick fucking hated me for it. I separated myself with the bluest balls I'd ever had.

"Liars don't cum, Love," said Theo, placing her on her feet and taking a single step back as well. After a deep breath, I walked around to her front, producing the clear vial from my pocket. I handed it to Theo and he held it up to her.

Granger stood motionless, hair disheveled and flooding the room with gold. It was like seeing an angel. Not the kind that muggles talk about, passive and silently beautiful. She was gorgeous, but it was overshadowed by her violent expression. She was an angel of reckoning, coated in gold.

"I'm not fucking lying!"

The cork of the bottle flew across the floor.

"Prove it." Theo tugged at her hair again, placing the uncorked bottle to her lips. He was so fucking hot on gillyweed, but I'd never seen him quite so dominant and demanding. He was all control, all power and frustration. She pursed her lips, her eyes narrowing. "If you deny this, that's it, Love. No more orgasms, no more gillyweed, no more nasty trysts with the naughty Slytherins. We'll help you with the kaleidoscope, but that's it. You'll be alone in everything else. You'll live a life without your magically bonded mates instead of surrounded by love with your thighs dripping in cum. All we want is the truth, one way or the other, and if you want what we are begging to offer, you'll open your mouth now."

Her lip trembled and fell open. He dipped the potion back before dropping the empty bottle. The sound of glass shattering was nothing compared to the anger in his voice as he closed her jaw with his hand and spoke again. "Swallow. It."

We watched the movement of her throat as a single tear spilled from her eye.

"Good girl."

I watched the shift that I had seen earlier, but ten times more powerful. I knew the exact moment that the haze truly hit her at full force because her magic eased. It became a sparkly mist, speckles of gold and red like glitter. It was beautiful. The most beautiful magic I had ever seen. I committed the image to memory, something to ease my soul if everything went wrong. Theo asked the only question that I had ever wanted an answer to, the question that plagued me.

"Do you love us?"