A girl.
Ron didn't know anything about girls. He knew enough to realize that Ginny was an anomaly. Sure, he had had classes with them, but that was only from the age of eleven onwards.
Still, he pictured Ginny from her fifth birthday party. She had worn a frilly light pink dress that didn't clash with her hair. He remembered her little black shoes because she had taken one off and chucked it at him during dessert.
He'd wanted to tell Harry when they got back from the doctor's, but he thought it best to wait until the morning they were leaving Shell Cottage. Harry seemed to be crawling out of his skin about the whole thing. He hardly ever looked him in the eye anymore and he always changed the conversation whenever he brought it up.
"Are you sure you're okay, mate?" Ron asked him as they were getting dressed. He had borrowed some of Bill's clothing as he owned more black than he did. Fleur had been excited to curl his hair and grow his mustache for him. It tickled.
"Yeah, it's not like no one's ever successfully broken into Gringotts before, right?"
"Oh, no, I'm sure that'll be fine," Ron said. "I meant about Hermione and me."
"Oh." Harry bent down to put on his socks and shoes. "Why wouldn't I be good with it? I told you Hermione is like my sister."
"You've just been, I dunno, broody about it."
"I guess I'm just worried about you." Harry straightened up. Ron didn't see why Harry couldn't at least try to disguise himself. At least if the Invisibility Cloak slipped off for some reason, it would take a few more seconds to identify him.
"It's not the craziest thing to happen to us. What's a baby compared to all the hell we've been through?"
"That's what I mean though. It's a wonder we're not dead yet."
"Well, at least she'll have her mother if I kick the bucket with you."
"She?"
"Bloody hell, I wasn't supposed to say. Don't tell Hermione, she doesn't want to know."
Harry grinned and clapped him on the back. "Your mother is going to be ecstatic."