A/N: Obviously, this is a joke, and not something that I would spend hours on making it near enough perfection.. I do NOT ship this! Anyway, I was told that this is the first Bella/Nagini fic ever.. Can't think why can you?.. Obviously, if you don't like then don't read it. I will not be happy if I get flamed for this.

This is dedicated to all the amazing girls on my forum seems as you gave me the idea for this, and I said that I must write it, and you said: "Yes I will read.." Love you all!

Her Ebony Hair

(Nagini POV)

I was the one who he treasured most. The Dark Lord always cared for me, spoke to me in my own tongue. Never punished me, and never scolded me. Well, apart from some occasions..

My Master was a great Lord, and he had loads of followers at his command. They killed, tortured, and did anything that they asked of him. There was this woman.. Bellatrix her name was. She was beautiful. Her face was ever so pale as pure as snow, yet her ebony hair cascading down her back, giving her that look of a fallen angel made. How she looked, and how she smelt was attractive to me.

The corset that was so tightly around her waist enhanced her breasts well. When she took out her precious wand, her fingers were placed delicately around it allowing it to be held in place. Her rouge nails, sharp and pointed. The smirk upon her face shown that she was happy to serve the master, and she uttered words of her tongue to torture her victim. They were so soft and melodic. So beautiful, like a song a raven would sing when death was near... I am sadistic, and I love to kill, and that was the similarity between us. Each time, I sunk my fangs into soft human flesh, I took pleasure from the screams of agony that they made as my venom circled the body.

Yet, there was one problem. Not only was she human and out of my league because of that reason. She adored another, and that person was The Dark Lord. His power intoxicated her like a drug. She found him addictive, and did not wish to leave his presence for a mere moment. On the other hand though that gave me more time to admire her features.

Though it hurt my small heart when I found out that she doesn't notice my existence. She thinks me of being the Dark Lord's pet, like a dog is to a mudblood.. She does not comprehend that I am worth much more than that, and that I can show her how similar we are, and communicate by actions how I adore her.

Today, I am curled up on the rug, and I watched my master working. Him sighing ever so often as he read yet another letter which provided him with very little news. He scrunched it up, and threw it on in the bin beside his desk.

"There so many foolish people in this world Nagini." He hissed in parseltongue to me.

"Yes Master. The foolish people are weak though." I replied.

"Indeed."

A knock on the door echoed around the room, and I raised my head as my master said something in the human language.

Bellatrix wandered in with her raven-black hair curled. She glanced in my direction, and cast me a smile. My heart rate seemed to increase.

She opened her mouth to say something in her tongue, and I heard my master laugh.

They conversed for a while. I was wondering what they were saying. How I wish I could understand their language!

Silence, and none of them spoke. My Lord approached Bellatrix, and stroked her cheek. He leaned forward, and their lips were pressed against each other, eyes closed and tongues entwining.

Jealously raged through my body, and spiked every part of it.

I slithered away, hissing insults to them both in my own tongue.

"Nagini!" My Lord shouted in my tongue.

I ignored him, and went under the door.

Bellatrix Lestrange will never notice me, and I am destined to be alone forever.