Staring.

It wasn't that they were necessarily rude, it was more so the fact that they couldn't help but stare.

Their eyes were all inexplicably drawn to the scene before them. It was such a strange thing to behold, that no one could really blame any of the hospital staff for not paying attention to much else.

But there they sat.

Three little blonde boys, seated right next to the one and only Lucius Malfoy.

The trio of them all quietly sitting and not even aware of the fact that they had so easily become the center of the different healers and assistants' gazes.

The eldest was currently engrossed in his coloring book, his small hands gripping the colored pencils like he was a professional. If it wasn't odd enough that the six-year-old wasn't coloring with crayons or markers like any normal child, it was even more exceptional that instead of clowns or puppies gracing the pages of his book, they were elaborate scenes of different landscapes.

The other two boys were happily occupied with their stuffed animals, their cute little voices making all of the sound effects and voices for their tiger, fox, and dragon.

All while the three were occupied with their toys, their grandfather sat almost regally, reading a paper as he was blissfully unware of the people who were staring upon himself and his grandsons.

None of them had seen any more well behaved children than the three platinum blondes that sat patiently as they waited for their parents to return.

It had been a considerably busy week for the young Malfoy family, Luna determined to homeschool all three of their boys despite the fact that she was pregnant yet again.

"You need to keep your hands to yourself Draco! Seriously!" Theo had commented, causing the blonde Slytherin to blush a ferocious shade of red.

Theodore Nott had not been allowed to enter the Malfoy home for two weeks.

Draco's temper had eventually subsided, especially considering the fact that his wife had abruptly begun to go into labor shortly thereafter.

Being the doting grandfather that he was, Lucius stepped up to the plate since Narcissa was ill and Xenophelious was on another one of his expeditions, in Australia this time, and willing agreed to watching the trilogy of Draco and Luna's children.

It amazed him sometimes how much his grandsons looked so much like his own son at the same ages. They all had practically the exact same shade of platinum blonde hair, each in an almost identical style.

The only differentiating feature between the three of them really, were their eyes, each pair another shade of grey or blue, mirroring their parents own eyes.

Suddenly, disrupting the quiet scene in the hall of the hospital, an extremely disheveled Draco Malfoy burst through the doors of the maternity ward, his eyes searching frantically for the tall blonde man he knew would be present.

He made his way down the hall in ten easy strides, picking up his youngest boy and throwing him in the air, causing Favon to both drop his stuffed tiger and erupt into a fit of giggles.

"Daddy!" the three boys said in unison, Aires jumping off his seat and running to hug his father's legs.

Dione simply got down from his chair and looked up into the steel-colored eyes of his father who patted the boy's fluffy fair hair.

"Well?" Lucius asked, folding his paper and standing from his seat to look his son in the eyes.

"Luna's asleep now,"

"I should say so! Forty-two hours of labor is not short Draco,"

"So we can't see her right now, but the baby will have to have open-heart surgery next week," Draco explained, as he lead his sons down the hallway towards where their new sibling now resided.

"Open heart-surgery? How serious is it?"

"Very I'm afraid. The healers want to make absolutely certain that he can make it through the week. They need to wait until the fifteenth or else the blood won't clot properly," Draco explained as the five continued their treck towards the latest Malfoy member.

"I must ask son. Is it a boy or a girl?"

Draco sighed, trying to calm his erratically beating heart.

"It's a boy. We haven't named him yet. I don't want to name him without Luna, and in case he doesn't,"

Draco paused, a lump forming in his throat at the thought that just passed before his mind.

"He will be fine Draco," Lucius assured him, putting a comforting hand on his son's shoulder.

"I hope so. I really do,"

"Healer Malfoy," a fellow healer called, his dark brown hair combed to the side and away from his chocolate colored eyes.

"We need you,"

Draco sighed again, handing Favon over to his father and kissing the tops of all his little boys' heads.

"I love you all," he told them, kneeling down so that he was on their eye level.

"We love you too Daddy," Dione informed him, hugging his little brother to his side.

Draco gave them a quick hug before he looked at his father and nodding, thanking him in a silent way that only a Malfoy could understand.

Father and son embraced for a second before Draco strode to the maternity ward, where he was informed his wife was just waking up.

A week is a very long time.

Especially when that week has a life hanging in the balance of it.

Draco was not allowed in the surgery for several reasons, the main one being that his nerves were practically shot.

He was currently pacing in the hall, his wife busying her other boys by reading them a storybook, Favon wanting to turn the pages the entire time, but Luna kindly having them take turns.

Narcissa couldn't really focus on her fashion magazine, and Lucius had read the same article half a dozen times, the words and concepts never once sinking into his brain.

Draco was so focused on pacing, that he didn't even notice the healer that approached him, his assisting physician close behind.

"Mr. Malfoy?" he asked, tentatively saying the name.

"Yes?" Draco and Lucius replied in unison, Lucius rising from his chair in an instant.

The healer chuckled at their behavior for a moment before he remembered his reason for coming out here in the first place.

"I wanted to inform you and your family, that the surgery was successful. You may see your son shortly,"

Draco couldn't help the wave of relief that swept over him at hearing those words. He instantly swept the man into a hug before moving on to the other healer, whom he hugged for only a brief second since he didn't want to make her too uncomfortable.

Draco quickly ushered his family towards the pediatric ward, where his son would be resting from the grueling surgery he had just experienced.

"There he is!" Luna exclaimed happily, recognizing the tiny bundle that she had brought into the world only eight days ago.

Dione tried to stand on his tiptoes to see his new baby brother, before he was lifted off the ground, his father's arm wrapped around his waist.

Luna held Favon up in much the same fashion, while Lucius lifted his remaining grandson for a better view.

The three blondes pressed their noses up against the glass as they gazed in wonder at the tiny baby bundled up in a white blanket and resting peacefully.

"What are you two going to name your latest addition to the family?" Narcissa asked her children as she took Aires from her husband.

"How about," Draco pondered, raising his gaze to the ceiling as he thought.

"Scorpius" Luna suddenly said, her eyes never once leaving her son on the other side of the glass.

Draco looked at his wife with wide eyes.

"If we are going with our current pattern, then I do believe it is time for us to name this one after a constellation," she informed her husband.

"Why Scorpius?" he asked, curious as to why she had chosen to name their son after that specific set of stars.

"My mother always said that she liked that constellation the most," she explained.

"Then it's the perfect name," Draco said, wrapping his arm around his wife's shoulder and kissing the crown of her head.

"He still doesn't have a middle name. What would you like it to be?" Luna asked after a brief moment of silence.

"How does Hyperion sound?"

"Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. Sounds almost regal," Narcissa said as she smiled down at Aires.

"It sounds perfect," Luna informed her husband, her smile even reaching her blue eyes.

"Yeah," Draco said fondly, his grey eyes looking from his parents to his three sons, and then to his wife. Finally, his gaze landed on his son, his Scorpius.

"It does sound perfect,"