Jemma Granger (a Harry Potter fanfiction)

Prologue- Jemma Granger

So everyone knows about Hermione Granger and how she's the famous Harry Potter's best friend, knows basically every spell and is considered the princess of Gryffindor.

Anyone know about her twin sister?

No.

Well that's just the reaction I get when they find out about me.

Jemma Granger.

I despise my sister and can't stand to see everyone congratulating her for everything, it just annoys me. And to make it worse, mum and dad hate me. I was always the annoying one, the unwanted twin. She was the perfect twin, the one everyone loved and wanted to be friends with, the one that got the good grades, the one that was noticed.

All that is for change now.

This is my story,

Jemma Granger, the twin of Hermione.

Chapter 1- prologue

Disclaimer- I don't own anyone, only Jemma for the moment

Jemma's POV

"JEMMA!! GIVE ME BACK MY WAND!" Hermione screamed as I grabbed it and ran off into the mass of crowds at platform 9 3/4.

Seriously though she deserved me taking it, she'd been annoying me all morning with her perfect act towards mum and dad. GOD SHE ANNOYS ME!

I scrambled my way through the crowds holding my wand, Hermione's wand and my trunk as I pushed threw some weird looking people towards the train. They gave me a few odd looks but I just glared back at them.

What? They asked for it, and I'm so totally not in a good mood.

Anyway, I climbed aboard the train and started my search to find a compartment that was free. I soon came to one and shoved my trunk on the shelves above out of the way. I gazed out of the window only to see mum and dad giving Hermione final hugs and kisses goodbye. I felt a stab of jealousy through me as I was always the one to be left out.

Each birthday, Hermione would always get the bigger presents and the better gifts. Every meal time we had together, mum would always ask her first how her day was, or how she was doing at school. they had to be reminded about me with my-not-so-subtle coughing, to ask about me and how I was.

As I was gazing out, dad glanced up looking at me for a split second before looking back to Hermione.

That just hurt.

I tore my eyes away from them only to see a rather posh looking blonde boy stride past my compartment before glancing in, spotting me and opening the door.

He took me in, looking me up and down before sitting down opposite me.

"You do know someone else could of been sitting there" I say. "And you could of asked before sitting down."

"If someone were sitting here, their trunk would be above on the shelf and you would of objected sooner" he said smoothly, making me feeling a bit annoyed.

"Whatever" I replied as I turned my gaze out of the window again.

After an awkward moment, he stretches out his hand towards me, offering me to shake it. "Draco Malfoy" he says yet again in his silky smooth voice.

I hesitate before taking his hand and say "Jemma Granger."

We start chatting for a bit before Hermione bustles in glaring at me before glancing to Draco.

Draco looks as confused as Hermione before both of them look at me probably wanting an explanation. "What?" I say in quite an annoyed tone.

"There's two of you?" Draco blurts out confused.