Harry felt his fingers close around his wand in the back pocket of his jeans – when it came to Hermione, going for his weapon had always been a protective instinct for him, Ron even more so. "She hasn't any buck teeth. And anyway, no. My girl, my.... Ginny, she's.... well, she reminds me a lot of my mum, in some ways." He stared at Petunia deliberately while he said this. He thought he saw something like sadness and even pain flicker in her eyes.