Disclaimer: As always, I do not own Harry Potter, or any associated characters/themes.
AN: Just a short one that came to mind after a conversation with my mother.

Anything You Can Do

"Mum, that guy was younger than me!"

Her mother laughed softly. "Oh Hermione, don't be such a prude." A mischievous glint came into her eyes. "He was cute, wasn't he?"

Hermione grimaced. This was not a conversation she wanted to be having with her forty-six year old mother. "I don't want to answer that."

"So you do think he's cute!" Anne Granger cried triumphantly.

"T-that's not the point! He's young enough to be your son."

Anne smiled. "Oh believe me dear, he's nothing like my son."

Hermione grimaced again, her face scrunching up in disgust. "Ew! Mother!"

"Oh dear, stop being so--"

"Prudish, I know. But really, you can't be serious... you really want to... to..." She couldn't bring herself to say the word. "Um... have... relations with that man?"

"Andrew dear, and yes. I do. In fact, He and I are going out tonight."

It took everything the witch had to keep from banging her head against the kitchen table. "Ew..."

Anne frowned. Why was her daughter being so difficult about this? She thought that if anyone would understand it would be Hermione. "Well, you're dating Severus, so I thought..."

"You thought that you would date someone twenty years younger than yourself?" the witch asked in disbelief.

The older woman nodded. "Yes. I mean, Severus is twenty years your senior. I thought that if you could do it I could, and so--"

"It's not the same thing! This is just... This is awful! I... I can't talk to you now. I'll see you later." And she disapparted straight from her mother's kitchen.

EN: "Anything You Can Do" composed by Irving Berlin.