Hinny
"Ginny?" Harry poked his head around the door of their living bathroom. Moments ago, Ginny had lept from the bed and ran in there so Harry was checking that she was okay.
She wasn't. Ginny was sat by the toilet, her face ashen and she was shaking slightly. Harry dropped his mug and ran to her, pulling her hair behind her ears.
"Ginny, what is it? What's wrong? Are you hurt? In pain?" Harry was panicking. He couldn't lose the person he loved the most, not now, not ever.
Ginny only shook her head, moaning at the movement. "I-I'm fine, Harry," as she said this, she threw up again and Harry shook his head.
"No, no you're clearly not," he said, holding her hair back. When she stopped, Harry rubbed her back and kissed her neck as she sank into him. "What do I do?" he whispered and Ginny spoke,
"Floo mum, she'll fix it."
"Shouldn't I get healers? Surely they're mo-" Ginny stopped him.
"Harry, mum has had seven children, she knows every illness in the book. get her." Ginny said with a weak smile and Harry just nodded.
"Will you be okay? I'll carry you to the bed anyway," and without waiting for an answer, Harry carried Ginny to their bed and made sure she was comfortable. "Here, don't move again, in case it make it worse." Harry made a bowl for her and magicked her a glass of water. She looked confused and he just laughed. "To wash out the taste," he said with a smile and she laughed. He kissed her forehead and left her in the room, praying she was not as sick as he was imagining.