Draco stood and held out his hand for Neville Longbottom to shake, "Glad you came to your senses." The man shook his hand, though from the ashen look on his face, Hermione could tell he felt sick as if he had just sold his soul to the devil for two shillings. In a way, she suspected, he had. "Pleasure doing business with you," Draco said as a way of a farewell, folding the list of names into one of his inner coat pockets minutes later.