Harry looked at the blonde boy, perplexed. "About?" He asked.

"Every night, you wake up screaming. Potter, last year, I saw you face a dragon, you went to the depths of the lake, and came out fine. I know you had to have fought the merpeople for Gabrielle. And you came out of the maze. I know you weren't the same after, but you pulled it together by this year. What's going on?" Malfoy said.

You see me with it all together, but that doesn't mean I do." Harry replied.

"A pampered brat like you couldn't understand." He added. Malfoy glared at him. He'd been concerned about him, had just wanted to make sure he was alright, bt of course, this was Potter.

What would he know, about being afraid to go home?

What would he know about fearing your father's return?

What could he know about having parents who'd disown you if you failed?

He couldn't. Arrogant Harry potter had everything just handed to him while everyone else had clawed their way to survive.

At least, that's what Malfoy believed.