Hermione POV

I was no longer consumed by desire. It lingered along with my anger, but the veritaserum had muddled everything except the men standing in front of me in a sharpened view.

Malfoy looked at me with a blank face, mask so firmly in place that he reminded me again of a statue. I knew now that beneath that stone was someone soft and warm and broken. Beside him, Theo looked torn between sadness and anger. I'd seen that expression before, it was common in response to when Malfoy was hurting. How much had I hurt him? Both of them? Over and over again. All with a lie that I hated. A lie brought on by fear and judgment and the past.

I felt that lie on the tip of my tongue. Beside the tingling and the itching. It was far more irritating than those five little drops had felt earlier, and the longer I went without answering, the more the question tickled at my brain, burrowing for purchase. I saw that lake, the books and the grass. I practically heard the laugher, felt their hands and the warmth of the sun. The truth felt like magic, warm and comforting. It was wrapped in the softest blanket. The lie was the exact opposite. It hurt. Like the scar on my wrist. It itched to the point of burning. If I wanted to push it out, I could. It was entirely possible for me to lie in the same way I had in the Great Hall, but the sun was so warm, the smells so sweet and inviting. I imagined that it was similar to amortentia, multiplied by a thousand.

Would I give it up? Would I let them slip away for a possible future, a future of little promise? Where was my bravery? My courage? I had helped fight the most powerful dark wizard for the love of my friends, for duty and righteousness. When I had obliviated my parents, it had been love behind the act. My bravery had always been combined in my love and there was no denying it's power and purpose. I wanted to be brave. I wanted love.

Pink. Glittery pink spots of truth that exploded in the air with a simple answer to their question.

"Yes."

"Thank fuck," Theo responded and Malfoy released a sound akin to a whimper.

I saw double, double hands and lips. They encapsulated me with kisses and caresses, so many that I wasn't sure who was giving them. Just warm mouths and suction on lips. The flurry of hands tackled at my clothes. Fabric landed in a pile and I was left nude and exposed. Those same hands dragged me to the soft white rug then down on top of it. They both took a moment to look at me sprawled on the floor while I lay dazed, my eyes fluttering open and closed. I felt drunk and high all rolled into one. In my wild state, I saw so much more than lust. It came clouded with love and devotion. They turned that look on each other before sharing a kiss that made me the slightest bit jealous, not because I was afraid that they loved each other more, but because I wanted those mouths and hands. They made easy work of their clothes while I pet myself with desperate whimpers, until they were as naked as I was, hard where I was soft. My fingers were no where near enough on my swollen clit and soaking lips. I needed them. Needed everything that I had denied myself.

"Please."

One word and all their attention fell back on me with wicked grins. They stroked up my legs. Malfoy leaned forward, kissing my stomach and gliding up to my breasts. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked while Theo's mouth found an entirely different place to suck. Unlike before, he didn't work me up, didn't tease, and my brain sparked with pleasure.

"Bloody hell!" My words came out in a moan, my back arching off the floor.

A hand slammed down on my stomach, rough and matching the grunts into my heat. I cried out in surprise and Malfoy chuckled against my heaving chest. He actually chuckled with his hands squeezing my breasts together and his mouth shifting between my nipples. The sound was so random in the space that it would be funny if the vibrations didn't feel so fucking amazing. The growing knot in my stomach tightened and I embraced it, chasing the desire. I concentrated on all the twists and turns of their tongues, the gripping of fingers on my stomach and the suction on my clit. Apparently, Theo didn't think that was enough because two fingers slid expertly inside of me, curving in a constant motion.

I clawed at the floor.

"Oh…oh…"

I was completely incoherent. The howling noise I made only intensified when he pumped faster. It was all too much. Too much…my eyes squeezed closed and lightning flashed behind my lids all while my insides pulsed, milking his fingers, my cunt flooding with liquid.

"That's a good girl," Theo cooed, spreading the mess I had made on myself. The mouth on my breasts disappeared and I opened my eyes to see them both on their knees, staring at my cunt with wet faces and hungry eyes. Neither of them seemed surprised or disgusted. If anything they appeared to be quite pleased with themselves. The air sparkled with red, practically glowed with it. I was envious of the smell of gillyweed on them, the knowledge they both had the ability to hide while I was on full display. "Now you're nice and wet for us."

"Come play, Draco." He grabbed Malfoy's hands and I watched in fascination as he brought their joined hands to my still sensitive entrance. They weren't going to…they couldn't possibly…

"Holy fuck!" I hollered at the invasion of not two fingers, but four, slowly pushing in against the resistance. Before I was stretched, now I was stuffed. I was so impossibly full that I couldn't hold back a wince.

"Sorry, Love, but we'll never both fit if we don't start stretching you out."

My eyes went wide with terror.

"What?!"

A tiny thought occurred to me. What happened to my rule? Had it been forfeited upon my confession? An imaged of Malfoy slamming into me as Theo fucked his mouth came into my mind. I swear I got wetter if that was even possible. I liked the idea a lot. Okay, so that was definitely on the table. But both…at the same time?

"No, absolutely not."

Malfoy misinterpreted my response. He forced Theo to retreat their hands from inside of me, his expression going suddenly cold.

"It's okay. We can keep the rule however long you want," he said.

"No, that's not it. I want-" I blushed, embarrass to continue the admission. "It's just…at the same time?" I repeated my earlier thought, my gaze wandering to where they were both stiff. Neither of them were small. I groaned. Of course I would have to end up with two well endowed lovers that had a desire to share. "They'll never fit."

The smile that took over his face eliminated all my shame, or maybe it was the fact that they entered me again, using that same curling motion from before, but double the fingers. That was quite the distraction.

"Like I said, Granger, not today."

I wasn't sure if that confirmation made me less terrified, but I lost full train of thought when Malfoy began to tease my clit. Theo's free hand wrapped around Malofy's cock, pumping in time with their fingers and the visual, the sensations, they were leading me quickly into another orgasm.

"See, Love. You like being full. You'll like it even more when it's our cocks inside pulling you in half."

I couldn't focus, couldn't respond. I reached for them absentmindedly, wanting to touch their chests, their arms. They were too far away. I settled for placing my right hand on Malfoy's busy hand and my left on my thigh, drinking in their fixation with my center. There was so much to take in, to look at to feel. I found my gaze fixated on Theo's dick. It looked downright angry, purplish red at the tip. I licked my lips. He groaned.

"If you keep looking at my cock like that, I'm going to fill that pretty throat of yours instead of your pussy."

The moans that Malfoy and I released were in tandem.

"You're both such good little toys."

Malfoy was the first to succumb, his release landing on their hands and my body. He swore, half frustrated, half relieved.

"Damn it, Theo."

Again, Theo only looked proud and that confidence pooled into their fingers, pumping and stroking. He moved the hand that had been stroking Malfoy to my mound.

"Fuck, that's so hot. Seeing you covered in him, feeling all his warm cum on that swollen cunt, marking you as our perfect little whore."

I began to make those incoherent noises again, swears mixed with grunts, mixed with moans. I was so close.

"Ye…righ…oh fuck. Yes!" My final scream was met with approval from them both, soft whispers of praises over and over, a jumble of approval. While I road the tidal wave of my orgasm the fingers disappeared, replaced by Theo driving inside of me with powerful thrusts. He was completely manic, lost in the feral desire. He found his release in three pumps, while I dozed in and out of oblivion, seeping the evidence of our insanity around him. I could feel them everywhere.

My heart had never felt so full. Surely, no would in the universe had ever felt so wanted and cared for.

I felt their skin against mine, fingers stroking my body and hair. I released a hum of satisfaction, purring in approval while they cleaned with a discarded shirt.

"This color is new," Theo said, concern lacing his voice. My eyes fluttered open, noticing the yellow cloud that was drifting away all the red, curling with the leftover pink. Malfoy shared his worry. In the midst of my exhaustion and joy, they had found worry. "We need to figure out a cure…and soon."

"McGonagall is getting me access to Schacklebolt's library. She'll send me an owl for it during break," I said, trying to get back that peace I had only just discovered.

Malfoy looked confused, his eyebrows furrowing.

"You're not staying here?"

Shite. How was I supposed to respond to that? I settled for only shaking my head.

"Where are you going?" The inevitable follow up question, one that I had no desire to answer. I gave a shrug.

He looked at Theo. They shared something in that look, some sort of agreement.

"Come home with us for Christmas."

My chest seized and my magic responded immediately. There was so much green that it was a wonder that there had ever been another color at all.