Harry sighed, accepted defeat, and conceded to Hermione. He looked over at her cute, bossy expression. He couldn't win against her ... she was simply too adorable ... even if she was pretty much his own personal dictator at this point. Harry was completely under her sway, and he could never deny her anything that it was within his power to provide. Hermione exerted total dominance over him, and he gave to her whims happily, like she was some sort of tyrannical puppy that it was his honour to pet.