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"That sounds painful." Harry looked at his roommate doubtfully.Seamus shook his head, "Nah mate, it's bloody fantastic when you finally do come. Especially if a bird is the one doin' it to you!”Seamus winked and nudged Dean playfully with his elbow. Harry shifted his eyes to Dean, who shrugged and nodded. He continued around the room, noting Neville's bright red complexion as he sat as far back on his bed as he could in order to physically distance himself from the conversation. He glanced at Ron, who looked equal parts intrigued and embarrassed."Does it have to be with another person?" Harry asked, swinging his gaze back across the room.Seamus laughed, "No, but if you've got someone willing to participate, why not, eh?"Harry bit his lip, "What do you even- I mean, how do you-?"Seamus smirked, "How do you stop before the main event?"Harry blushed and ducked his head, "Erm, yeah."Seamus laughed and slapped his thigh, "Willpower mostly."At Harry's frown, he hopped off of his bed and bent down to pull a box from underneath."But, if you're lacking that, there's always these."Seamus heaved a box onto the mattress and sat down next to it. He lifted the lid and turned the box so that the rest of the boys could see inside. Harry lifted his brows at all of the brightly colored foreign objects."Jesus Seam, you could open your own store with all that." Dean said as he eyed the items.Seamus grinned at Dean then turned to the rest of the room, "Obviously most of this is not helpful if you want to avoid coming.""Obviously." Harry said sarcastically."But this is." He held up a black rubber ring between his thumb and forefinger."What's that?" Ron asked."This, my friends, is a cock ring." Seamus put his fingers through the ring and rolled it up his wrist. "You put it around your dick like this, and it makes it harder to come."Harry grimaced, "Won't it hurt?"Seamus shook his head, "It's self-adjusting, so it won't be too tight or too loose."Harry eyed the rubber skeptically, "So you just, what, put it on just before and it stops you from, you know?"Seamus shook his head, but couldn't respond through his laughter. Harry frowned, his cheeks coloring in embarrassment, and looked at Dean.Dean laughed awkwardly, "No, you uh, you put it on before you um, start."Harry raised his eyebrows but didn't respond."Tell you what boys," Seamus said once his laughter had subsided, "I have some extras here that you can try out!"Seamus slid off the bed and headed to Neville first. He held out a pink ring, but Neville didn't reach for it, instead keeping his red face down and his eyes firmly focused on his bedspread. Seamus shrugged and dropped the ring onto Neville's mattress. He approached Ron next, holding out a purple one. Ron made a disgusted face."It's not used!" Seamus said, affronted.Ron looked at the ring for a moment more, then held out his hand.Finally, Seamus approached Harry with a blue ring. He dropped it into Harry's open palm with a lascivious grin."Have fun boys!" He said, turning with a flourish to put his box of sex toys away.They all avoided eye contact with each other, Harry and Ron instead inspecting the rubber ring they'd been handed, while Neville found a way to retreat further from his, and Seamus and Dean left the room altogether. Ron slipped the ring onto his wrist as Seamus had demonstrated, gasping when it tightened.Harry glanced over, but quickly looked back at his own. He wasn't sure if he was going to use it, still skeptical of everything Seamus had told them. He decided he'd try the 'willpower' way first. He put the blue ring in the drawer of his nightstand and stood from his bed."Er, I'm going to go take a shower." Harry said when Ron looked up from his wrist.Ron nodded distractedly, immediately returning to his inspection. Harry glanced at Neville, but he was still backed up in a corner of his bed as if the cock ring was going to attack. Harry shook his head and quickly gathered his pyjamas, then headed to their shared bathroom.Harry's experiment was a complete failure. He'd attempted to edge himself in the shower, but he couldn't stop once he felt the beginnings of an orgasm, it just felt too good. He sighed as he snuggled into his blankets; at least he was relaxed enough to fall asleep quickly.Harry woke from a nightmare just before dawn. He cast a tempus and sighed; it would be pointless to try to go back to sleep. He thought about the little blue ring in the drawer near his bed and shrugged, deciding that another attempt wouldn't be the worst idea. He quietly retrieved the cock ring, then cast a silencing charm around his bed. He took a deep breath, then pulled his pajama bottoms and pants down to his thighs.Harry closed his eyes, bringing up images of random faceless bodies, and ran his hands down his chest and abs toward his slowly stiffening prick. He slid his hand down his shaft to fondle his bollocks, then back up to tease the head. Once he was fully hard, he opened his eyes to look at the ring once more."Here goes nothing."He slipped the cock ring over his dick, sliding it to the base, and the ring resized itself to fit snugly around him. Harry gasped at the foreign pressure, his hips jerking slightly. He blew out a breath, then began to tease himself with feather light touches. He finally wrapped his hand around his shaft, groaning as he stroked himself slowly. He cast a lubrication spell and sped up, moaning at the new sensation. His hips began to move in time with his hand, and he bit his lip, forcing himself to remove his hand completely.Harry groaned at the loss, unable to keep his hand away long and returning to slow stroking. He began teasing the head on every third stroke, rubbing his slick palm over the sensitive area, and moaned with abandon, knowing his silencing spell was ironclad. He could feel his orgasm creeping up on him, and wondered if once was enough to consider what he had done 'edging'.A sudden noise outside Harry's bed curtains made him stop instinctively to listen. He may have put up a silencing spell, which contained any sounds he made, but his curtains could still be opened by anyone. Harry whined low in his throat at the loss of sensation, but took several moments to listen intently before beginning again. When he was sure no one was about to rip open his curtains, he quickly cast a locking charm on them and returned to his previous activity.The second pause definitely meant he'd successfully edged himself, Harry thought, and he began to wank in earnest. He stroked his shaft quickly, rolling his bollocks around with his other hand, and he could feel his orgasm just out of reach. He tried to ignore the sound of his roommates waking up and getting ready for the day, his mind focused on the sole task of getting off, but his orgasm remained elusive."Harry, mate, you up?" The curtains twitched as if Ron had attempted to open them, but Harry's locking spell was still in place, so they remained firmly closed.Harry stopped his movements, squeezing his dick and growling in frustration before canceling the silencing charm."Yeah, I'm awake. Must have slept through my alarm, be out in a bit.""Alright."There was shifting on the other side of the curtain."You don't have to wait for me!"Ron was silent for a moment, "Okay then."Harry sighed at the sound of the door closing, then reached down to take the cock ring off, deciding to finish his wank quickly before breakfast. He wrapped his hand around the ring and attempted to slide it off, but it wouldn't budge. Alarm fluttered through Harry's chest, but he reasoned that perhaps his hand was too slick. He wiped it on his bedding, rubbing off most of the lube, then tried again. To his dismay, the ring still didn't move. Attempting not to panic, Harry reached for his wand; maybe the self-adjusting meant he had to cancel the charm to remove it."Finite."Harry tugged, but the ring remained in place."Finite Incantatem."Nothing.Harry cast his mind around, desperately trying to think of another spell-ending spell. His anxiety rose as he couldn't think of one, and he thought perhaps the only way to get it off was to get off. He closed his eyes, pushing down the panic and picturing the most erotic scenes he could imagine. He wrapped his hand around his erection and pumped as quickly as he was capable, growling in frustration when his orgasm lingered just outside of his reach.By the time his last alarm went off, signaling that if he didn't get out of bed right now he was going to be late for class, he was panting and frustrated, slick with sweat and dick still as hard as a rock. He knew if he missed class there would be questions, so he decided he would try to focus on anything but his erection and go about his day, hoping the ring would slide off when he was no longer hard. He cast a drying charm over himself then got dressed quickly, tucking his erection up into the waistband of his trousers.The first step he took down the stairs shifted his trousers over his sensitive cock head, and he nearly tumbled down them. He took a deep breath and descended the stairs as slowly as possible, focusing on creating as little friction as he could.When he finally made it to class, he was seconds from being late. Hermione noticed his sweaty face and shaky hands immediately and suggested he visit the hospital wing instead of sitting through double potions. Harry had to stifle the laugh he felt rising in his throat at the thought of asking Madam Pomfrey for help with his issue, instead trying to focus on Snape's monotone voice.By dinner, Harry was almost in tears, desperate enough to consider asking Seamus, or even Hermione, for help. He'd fluctuated from half-hard to fully erect all day, and by this point it was painful. To make matters worse, it seemed that Malfoy had noticed something was amiss during potions and had been tormenting him every time they came into contact. Harry tried to concentrate in his classes, but he couldn't help but shift in his chair any time there was friction in his pants. Plus, in such a heightened state of arousal, practically anything was sexy.Malfoy had found a way to make it worse, forcing Harry to make sudden detours by stepping in his path, or even brushing against him in the halls, and by the third interaction Harry couldn't help the whimper that escaped him when his pants brushed against the head of his cock. He was aching to come, or to at least rid himself of the infernal cock ring, and he decided to try one more time before enlisting help, quickly making his way to the closest loo after eating a light dinner. He was so focused on his goal, that he didn't notice he was being followed.Harry slipped into the bathroom, already unbuttoning his robes as he headed for the first stall. His dick was throbbing, and he was certain the tip would be a deep purple by now. He shrugged off his robes just as he reached the stall door."Potter."Harry groaned in frustration and turned to face the blonde behind him, "What do you want Malfoy?"Malfoy sneered, "You've been acting strange all day, and I want to know why. What are you up to?" He stalked closer with every word, stopping directly in front of him.Harry frowned, "I'm not up to anything."Draco scoffed, "You're a terrible liar, Potter. I'm keeping my eye on you."Harry's dick twitched and he growled, "Unless you want to watch me take a piss, you should get the fuck out."Malfoy quirked a brow, "Such language Potter, I didn't know you had it in you. I don't know why you'd think I'd want to watch you-"Malfoy had been eyeing Harry from head to toe as he spoke, but broke off as he noticed the hard line of his cock outlined by his trousers."My my Potter, what have we here?"Malfoy reached out as if to cup Harry's crotch, and Harry instinctively backed up, straight into the still closed stall door."M-Malfoy, what's your fucking problem?" Harry stuttered as he reached for the door handle behind him.Malfoy chuckled darkly, "If anyone here has a fucking problem, I think it's you."Harry was still trying to open the stall door when Malfoy's chest met his. He leaned his head down so his mouth was level with Harry's ear."Do men's loos turn you on Potter?" He asked nastily, "Or is it just me?" Malfoy asked while sliding his thigh between Harry's.Harry wasn't planning on replying, but the slide of Malfoy's thigh against his throbbing erection drew forth a loud moan. Harry flushed and turned his face away, even as he practically rode Malfoy's thigh."Hm, I guess it's the second one."Harry could hear the smirk in his voice, but he was so close to coming already that he couldn't worry about how embarrassed he would be later.Malfoy pressed his thigh more firmly against him, and Harry couldn't contain the whimpering that followed. He closed his eyes, relinquishing himself to the friction between his legs and the warmth building in his groin. Malfoy was breathing heavily in his ear, forearms pressed against the door over his head, and Harry wondered fleeting if he was getting off on this too.Harry began to moan quietly, his breathing speeding up as he finally approached the edge, and he heard a creaking above him. He looked up to find that Malfoy was gripping the top of the door so tightly his knuckles were white. He tried to look Malfoy in the face, but his head was too close, so all he could see was his flushed neck. The thought that Malfoy was aroused, even slightly, by what he was doing pushed Harry over the edge. Bright white bursts of light clouded Harry's vision as he came in his pants, harder than he ever had or could even imagine. He was certain he'd lost consciousness for a second, because one moment Malfoy was pressed against him and the next he was alone in the loo, bent at the waist against the stall door as he tried to catch his breath.There was no trace of the blonde, no suggestion that anyone had been in the loo with Harry at all. Was Malfoy ever even there to begin with?