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[image descriptions:

1. a flag with five stripes. from top to bottom they are: dark purple-pink, turquoise, black, turquoise, lighter purple-pink.

2. the same flag as described above with the symbol for Venus, denoting Women or femininity, in the top left corner.]

Term: Anxiewoman or Anxiefem - A woman or feminine-aligned gender that is affected by Anxiety. Meaning: The dark and light pink-purple are meant to follow the logic of the Anxieman/Anxiemasc flags. The pink is used in several woman-centric flags, and the mix with purple may evoke the colors from the Girl flag. The turquoise and black are from the Anxiegender flag.

Based on these concepts:

Anxiegender flag originally by @/pride-flags-for-us, term by Unknown. Uploaded by + template credits @pride-color-schemes / @ask-pride-color-schemes

Female flag by @queerflagswithbenton / based on a Female/Woman/Girl stamp by @/silencethefox/ uploaded in higer quality by @beyond-mogai-pride-flags

Woman flag by @trintin

I can't find the original source of the Girl flag from this wiki, but it's on this page.

Umm, basically this is a prologueish thing, and like, Jane is online friends with Roxy, Dirk, and Jake (who all live in the same city, but she doesn't know that. So shhh...). At an unknown time before I wrote this, Jane "came out" to "Betty" that he was a boy, not a girl, and was kicked out of the family, along with his father. 

So, yeah.

The papers sat in Jane’s lap perfectly crisp, as if it had just come out of the printer. It seemed that the trip itself had only taken him ten minutes away from his house in Richmond, Virginia, yet ten hours had passed, and Jackson, Tennessee was on the horizon. He glanced at his father, frowning before looking out of the window. This was all his fault. If only he- If only he could have dealt with the pronouns, and pretended to identify as a girl, his father wouldn’t have to uproot his whole life, but no, he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t lie to himself, and for that, he lost them their income, their house, hell, he was sure they weren’t even allowed in near the Betty Crocker brand, let alone in Virginia or California anymore. “We can go back, I can tell Granny Crocker that it was all a big joke, and I was just kiddin’.” Jane proclaimed. “I can pretend to be a girl!” “No.” His dad sighed, “It would do no good. Betty isn’t exactly up to date on these things, and does not take lightly to joking.” “I’m sorry.” His eyes welled with tears. “This is all my fault.” His father grunted, and slowly stopped the car, maneuvering to the side of the interstate. “I want you to stop that. It is not your fault that you are a boy that was born into a female body, and it is certainly not your fault that Betty cannot accept that fact, either.” He grasped Jane’s hands, folding them into his, “You are my child. The only difference between calling you my daughter and calling you my son is five letters, okay? Letters. When we get to Dallas, we are changing our last names...Would you like to change your first name, as well?” Jane sniffled, nodding before his father continued, “Okay? What would you like your name to be?” “John. John Egbert.”

I know, its a little cheesy.

Anyways, I might continue it, and it that happens, John might meeting up with some kids soon, and it might not be the alpha kids.

Notes:

I'm only referring to them as John in the notes and outside of the story.

As you can see, their dad has been supporting them, so they've been on testosterone treatments for about a year, I think?

That's what prompted Betty to start asking about it, btw, and after a few weeks, John cracked and told her.

Also, if anyone's still reading this, if you can send me some links for anything related to transgender and the ftm process for research and stuff?

And if you guys will gently tell me if I get something wrong, that'd be cool, too, because I know I'm cis, but I really want to write this story, and I want to take the time to write it correctly, so if you can send some feedback, that would be amazing.

Alohomora Hearts: The Forbidden Forever;

A Dramione Fan Fiction.

Introduction: 

As the years at Hogwarts progressed, Draco and Hermione became uncommonly closer. 

Enemies to friends to forever, together? Surely not?

Hermione had known Malfoy since birth, they lived and studied their lives away behind those beautiful castle walls, their school was their home. Draco didn't want to be the chosen one and he now despised his evil, narcissistic father. Turning to the last thread of forbidden hoped, seemed like the only thing left worth holding onto and fighting for. Over the last 6 months, Hermione had became, unknown as to a reason why, distant and confused, like she was reaching out for something more. She thought her two long lost best friends would understand her, but the brightest witch of her generation should have known better. So she had stopped talking to Harry and Ronald and turned to the only one who knew what it's like to be misunderstood, though first thought unlikely, Draco. But as for what awaited them both, at the end of this intertwined path, no one could have foreseen. 

Are you ready for a Dramione love story that will unwind and explore a whole knew level of chaos within your mind? Then hold on tight, as I take you through the story of a forbidden love, like no other!

Para 1: Walking down a once so familiar corridor, Hermione had never felt so alone.

As the months passed, Hermione started skipping classes and isolating herself away from Harry and Ron. Harry becoming worried, Ron oblivious as usual that anything was wrong with her.  She didn't know what she wanted anymore and home life was another trouble she'd rather toil. Stressed out she turned to an unlikely hero, Malfoy. 

Looking up at Draco, puzzled and rather shocked, she asked if she could hide out in the Slytherin dorm for the night, Draco nodded, "You can stay for as long as you'd like, but please, come back to class..." He said, Hermione nodded, now more confused. 

"Draco, nice? To me? Let alone notice me.... This must be a dream..." she whispered to herself, 

Sleeping with the cunning Slytherin's for the night, she fell into her dream world.

Now asleep and unaware, Draco sat on the floor beside the spare bed in which she slept upon, glancing around, making sure they were alone., he sat there, looking at her.  Gently hovering his heavy arm, over her smooth, pale hand, sitting there.. Just sitting there, gazing as night fell. 

  Para 2:  As morning rose, the start of a new day began, and Draco was gone. 

A note was left upon the chest of drawers beside her bed. 

"Dear, Hermione, please don't skip anymore classes, you are an A+ student and classes aren't the same without you. I know this isn't you, Hermione. Please let me in... I'm sorry for the past, fresh start? At Quidditch practice just now, see you later.. And good morning. Malfoy. Xxx" the letter read, Hermione more confused and amazed than ever, she tried to shrug it off. Getting dressed and making her way to Transfiguration class. She faked a smile and stumbled through her day.

"Paul DeSchear" by Pear klaws