This conflicts somewhat with his current mission. Draco hasn't figured out how to wrangle that, yet, the cohabitation of his competing drives. In the meantime, there are still three months until summer. Three months until his mission has to be finished, must be, or else. The clock ticks down. His stress levels rise accordingly. Draco looks for a way to reduce them. It's been like that all term, and the whole first half of sixth year, too. But now he has a way. He has something good, at last, at long last.