Ramblings with Ranger: This is my chapter for 'Witches and Musicians'. I apologize in advance to any Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus fans for a passing comment made. Enjoy!

Chapter Two

Muggles are such odd creatures. Draco thought. He had read Hermione's 'How to' book and had learned quite a bit about American muggles. But Draco found that muggles, for all their oddities, were actually quite fascinating, especially their idea of sports. He even found football to have some similarities with Quidditch.

The book had also listed several popular bands Americans listened to, as well as past favorites. Draco found the names quite odd. Metallica, for example, and Guns n' Roses. And what kind of name is Lady GaGa? And what is a Metro Station? Or Iron Maiden. Strange names for strange people.

Draco had read summaries of the most popular movies. He was very interested in the action/adventure genre. Caitlyn had been kind enough to let Draco be a couch potato and watch six movies straight: Wanted, Van Helsing, King Arthur, Troy, Beowulf and The Covenant; he enjoyed mocking the latter. Draco had to admit though, there were some very attractive muggle women.

Draco was pulled from his reverie by a not so quiet "I hate driving in America." from Hermione, who, driving her small Accord, was following Caitlyn in her father's Tahoe. Draco had discovered that a Tahoe was a rather large SUV. He decided that it looked much safer than the vehicle he was currently a passenger in. It was a rather odd observation as Draco was an avid Quidditch fan, not to mention the fact that he had been the Seeker on the Slytherin Quidditch team since he was in second year, and as every one knows Quidditch players don't always think in terms of safety they think in terms of speed.

"Are we there yet?" Draco asked from the passenger seat. Hermione glanced over at her companion.

"Not yet, Draco." Hermione replied, turning back towards the road. Draco sighed.

"How long 'till we get there?"

"I don't know."

"But you know everything."

"Contrary to popular opinion, I do not."

"Are you sure?"

"Quite sure, Draco." The person in question was about to interject, but Hermione cut him off. "Now shut up and be quiet." Draco frowned.

"Who spit in your cereal this morning?" Draco asked. Hermione threw him a look eerily similar to Mrs. Weasley's patented stern maternal glare. "Shutting."

"Wise choice." Hermione muttered. She was not used to driving American style and she was struggling to abide the traffic laws. This was irritating her. Hermione turned on the radio, hoping to keep Draco distracted. Draco's eyes bulged when he heard what was broadcasting.

"Who's bludgering the cat?" Draco exclaimed. Hermione groaned.

"Draco, Draco, Draco. The phrase is 'who's killing the cat', and I don't know who's singing. They'll most likely announce the singer at the end of the song." Hermione replied with a note of long suffering. Draco shrugged.

"Bludgering, killing, same thing. The cat's still dead." Draco stated. Hermione sighed.

"Draco, it is not... oh, here it is. That singer was Hannah Montana. Anyway, you can't use the term 'bludgering' around the muggles; they don't know what that is, okay." Hermione said. Draco was about to respond, but Hermione cut him off. "We're here." Draco blinked.

"How d'ya know?" Hermione sighed. She lifted a hand off the steering wheel to point at the sign that was looming in front of them. "Oh."

"Honestly, I don't know how you ever made Seeker. Even I noticed the sign. It's hard not to miss it." Draco glared, but it didn't have any affect on the brunette.

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"What do you think, Drew?" Caitlyn asked. Draco looked around Camp Rock.

"It has a nice lake." Draco said finally. Hermione's eyes widened.

"That's the best you can come up with?" The Gryffindor demanded. "Drew, this place is...is...heavenly!" Draco rolled his eyes.

"You obviously don't remember Malfoy Manor."

"And you obviously don't remember that I was being.....tickled! Your aunt wasn't exactly kind." Hermione retorted. Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, lost. Draco's eyes narrowed.

"Of course I remember!"

"Guys, guys, just drop it. Somehow I don't think Brown would thank me for blood being shed." Caitlyn interjected. She sighed. "Excuse me for a moment. I need to go talk to someone. I assume I can trust you two not to kill each other?"

"Of course you can, Caitlyn. We are mature adults." Hermione replied primly. Caitlyn's eyes flicked between the 'siblings' for a moment before walking off towards the Mess Hall.

"So, do you think we can fake our deaths for a moment when Caitlyn comes back?" Draco asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Hermione tried to be frustrated, but she just couldn't. She laughed.

"Honestly, Drew. Think about who you're talking to." Hermione replied, still laughing. Draco nodded.

"Good point. You are a know-it-all witch, after all." Draco conceded. There was a small gasp behind them.

"If you are going to be attending Camp Rock this year, the first thing you need to learn, sir, is that at Camp Rock we have respect for our fellow campers, especially those of the female persuasion." said a rather tense male voice.

Draco turned with an expression on his face somewhere between shock and annoyance. Hermione was struggling not to giggle at the scene in front of her. Caitlyn was looking nervously between Draco, her cousin and three very good looking young men. All of them were tall brunettes, dressed casually, but in the latest muggle fashions. Two of them had curly hair, and one of them, looking rather bored, had straight hair that came down to about his chin, or it would if he hadn't styled it in an odd way. One of the men with curly hair, standing closest to Caitlyn, was easily the handsomest man of her acquaintance, even with the scowl currently gracing his features. Something about him made her heart skip a beat.

"Excuse me?" said Draco incredulously, "Exactly who are you to tell me who I will or will not talk to my sister?" The cutest ones scowl deepened.

"She's your sister?" He asked in a low voice. Draco crossed his arms petulantly. Hermione knew it was time to intervene.

"Thank you, sir, for your concern, but Drew here was not insulting me." Hermione said. The man's eyebrows rose. "It's a...uh...running joke between us. Really, there's no need to get worked up; we were just kidding around."

"You're sure?" Hermione sighed, slightly exasperated.

"Yes, I'm sure." Hermione replied.

"Really, Nate, it's okay." Caitlyn added, for good measure. The man addressed as Nate flicked his gaze between Hermione, Draco and Caitlyn. He finally nodded, his posture becoming slightly more relaxed. Draco, however, kept his stance. He did not take kindly to this...this muggle telling how he should address his friend.

"Nate Gray." Nate said, sticking out his hand. Hermione immediately shook it, managing a smile.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Gray. I'm Gemma Bonnetti, and this idiot that I call my brother is Drew." Hermione replied. Draco scowled at his 'sister'. The bored one raised an eyebrow.

"But you two look nothing alike." Bored said. Hermione shrugged.

"He was adopted." Hermione responded. She leaned forward slightly and shielded her mouth from Draco's view before adding in a conspiratorial whisper, "I think he was dropped on his head one too many times as a baby."

"Well that explains a lot." Nate muttered. Draco scowled, but managed to hold his tongue.

"Are you guys really from England?" Hermione looked up at the oldest young man. Unfortunately, Draco answered before Hermione was able to open her mouth.

"No, we're from Candy Land." Draco responded sarcastically. Nate, Bored, and Caitlyn glared at Draco; Hermione sighed.

"Yes, we're from England. We came over to visit Caitlyn." Hermione corrected. "We're cousins." Hermione was immediately enveloped in a hug by the oldest cute one. Draco growled.

"Jason! I think that's enough hugging for now." Caitlyn exclaimed, tugging Jason off the witch. Hermione blinked, still in shock. Caitlyn sighed. "Sorry, Gemma, Jason's a hugger. Gemma, Jason Gray."

"You looked like you needed a hug." Jason explained simply. Hermione smiled. She had indeed."And lastly, this is Shane Gray." Caitlyn concluded. Hermione extended her hand, intending for Shane to shake it. But the pop star had other ideas. He took Hermione's hand gently and planted a soft kiss on it.

"Bonjour, mademoiselle." Shane purred. Draco rolled his eyes. Hermione fought the urge to laugh. Shane was quite the charmer. Jason elbowed his brother.

"Dude, wrong country." Jason said. Hermione giggled. Draco slowly turned to face her; never before had he heard Hermione Granger giggle.

"Bonjour, monsieur. C'est un plaisir! Mais je trouve vos cheveux à une catastrophe et votre pantalon trop serré. Et vous avez désespérément besoin d'une brosse." Hermione replied, an impish grin on her face. Shane blinked, unsure of what Hermione had said.

"Comment sur une coupe de cheveux et d'un cours sur les femmes charmantes?" Draco added, his tone friendly. Shane smiled.

"Of course!" Shane responded, pretending to know what the two had said. Hermione and Draco exchanged glances, trying their hardest not to laugh; they knew what the other had said. Caitlyn sighed and shook her head sadly.

"Come on guys." Nate interjected. "Brown wanted to talk with us, remember?" Jason gave Hermione his characteristic smile.

"It was nice to meet you, Gemma! You too, Drew! Hey! That rhymed!" Jason exclaimed before bounding off. Hermione laughed. It was hard not to be happy when you were around Jason Gray. Draco merely nodded and returned the sentiment.

"I'll be seeing around, Gemma." Shane said with a grin. Draco's eyes narrowed.

"Watch it, Gray. She's my sister." Draco growled. Shane raised an eyebrow at Draco, but, to his credit, said nothing before walking away.

"It was nice to meet you, Gemma." Hermione smiled at Nate.

"It was nice to meet you as well." Hermione replied. Nate merely nodded at Draco, who neither said or did anything.

Hermione punched Draco on the arm when the three brothers were out of sight. "Hey! What was that for?" Draco demanded. Hermione glared.

"That was for being yourself." Hermione replied. "Be nice! We're trying to make friends, remember? You know, blend in!" Draco rolled his eyes.

"Uh huh. Feel free to make friends. I'm a pure blood, remember, Gemma? Do you know how hard it is just for me to be here?" Draco said. Hermione glared. "Anyway, since when did you know French?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"I had to do something over the summers, didn't I? What'd you expect me to do? Sit around and knit?" Hermione informed. She bit her lower lip, realizing that she really had sat around a knitted over some of her summers, but she deemed S.P.E.W a worthy cause and reason to give up her precious reading time. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Moving on!" Caitlyn exclaimed, moving in between the two. "Why don't we go get you two settled into your cabins." Draco's eyes widened.

"I'm not sharing a cabin with her am I?" Draco asked fearfully. Caitlyn rolled her eyes.

"No, you're sharing a cabin with the bogey monster." Caitlyn replied sarcastically. Hermione grinned.

"Actually, Drew, you're sharing a cabin with three other muggle guys. Bonding time!" Hermione corrected, sporting an impish smile. Draco's eyes widened even further. He groaned.

"Merlin help me!" Hermione immediately clamped a hand over his mouth.

"Muggle terms, Drew, muggle terms." Hermione whispered. Draco nodded.

"Yes, yes. Muggle terms. Got it. Can I go jump in the lake and drown now?" Draco said. Caitlyn and Hermione tried to glare at him, but they couldn't because they were too busy laughing. This summer would most definitely be anything but boring.

Ramblings with Ranger Take 2: I do not speak French, so the French featured in the chapter was courtesy of Google Translate. For those of you like me, Hermione said: "Hello, sir. It is a pleasure! But I think your hair is a disaster and your pants are too tight. And you desperately need a hair brush." Draco added: "How about a haircut and a course on charming women?" At least, that was what they were supposed to say. :)