Yes Draco pays the daily price

Harry sat at breakfast in the great hall. It had been a couple of weeks since Draco paid off his cure. Harry had been sure to pick spots all around the castle for Draco to blow him, just so Draco would be reminded when he was at them, but he felt that finally picking the potions classroom as the place to cure Draco had been the best by far. He had been tempted not to deliver on his promise, but he knew Draco would crack and something might happen which meant questions being asked so Harry stuck to his word. He still used it to humiliate Draco, bent over Draco’s own desk, he pound into Draco with every bit of strength he had, making Draco bite the edge of the desk for relief - he’d told him to leave the marks, or he’d share the stories. Now, every potions lesson, Harry has a reminder of the punishment he put Draco through.

Harry had to admit, he enjoyed the whole week, holding the cure over Draco, making him blow him each day as both a form of relief for Draco but a daily pick me up for Harry. Having Draco suck his dick on Pansy’s bed, and in the quidditch changing rooms, each one stayed in his memory to indulge in.

Harry now felt a low from the high he had, and was wondering what might give him a similar hit, as he looked around the hall, he suddenly he knew his next target.