No Other Name
I wiped the sweat running through my forehead.
It amazed me.
It wasn't like I ran a hundred miles, or I came from an all-day Quidditch practice.
I only wrote an essay.
Six essays, actually.
I wonder how that could tire me.
I shook my head and took off my glasses.
I leaned my head on the couch, closing my eyes.
But just before I could fully close it, I got a glimpse of something that was fiery red.
Forgetting how tired I was, I opened my eyes, put on my glasses and focused them on the girl sitting on her favorite couch in the common room, surrounded by her group of friends.
I stared at her great emerald eyes that never met mine.
I studied every detail of her beautiful face, every corner of her kissable lips and every freckle that looked so cute on her.
I took out a parchment and a quill and began scribbling her name again and again and again.
And always beside it were the three words, eight letters and three syllables that perfectly spoke of what I felt towards her.
Even if making her mine seemed like a very distant dream now and holding her in my arms was a fantasy, the irrevocable love I felt for her should never fade.
Because there is no other name that my heart keeps on shouting.
No other name other than Lily Evans.
--James Potter
Too short? R&R