Draco ignored the way their fingers touched. Absolutely, completely ignored. And definitely wouldn't be thinking about it later.
"You want me to spill my guts to you Potter?" Dracos smile was crooked, and somehow both awkward and slightly bitter. "Tell you all my deep dark secrets and let you play at analyzing me? Maybe get me good and drunk first and I'll think about it." He snorted, almost a laugh.
"I'm in the Staff room. It's got easy access to the spa and round the clock waitstaff. Almost up to my standards, though I'll be having a word with the chef. The food is getting repetitive."
Truthfully he'd picked it because it was on the first floor, close to the entrance to the dungeon without actually being in the dungeon, and had a good view of the front doors. He didn't like the idea of being caught unaware if someone less than ideal turned up.