I.
Oliver is obsessed with Quidditch. He eats, sleeps, breathes the sport as though it is enough to sustain him.
"If we add an extra hour of practice..."
"Oliver," Percy says, shaking his head.
"And practice a few more complex moves," the Keeper continues, scratching his quill over the parchment excitedly, sketching out new ideas.
"Oliver," Percy tries again, louder now.
"Flint will never see it coming. I'd love to see the smug bastard's face when we-"
Percy interrupts with a desperate kiss, muffling the ramblings with his lips. "Oliver," he sighs, pulling back. "Please shut up."
II.
Percy is married to his job. Everything he does or says is always about the Ministry, rules, or regulations.
"Had to go to Bragheart's department today. Bloody nightmare, that."
Oliver groans. He hates it when his boyfriend brings his baggage from work home.
"I have a right mind to report him. He has to be in violation of at least seven Ministry rules. If the Minister saw, he'd have fi- What are you doing?"
Oliver's fingers pull at the tie, loosening the knot and pulling the fabric away. "Sorry to interrupt your fascinating story," he says. "But you've been home for an hour, and you're still dressed."
Percy gets the message. With a sheepish, apologetic grin, he falls silent and allows Oliver to continue.
III.
Quidditch. Work. Once, both men would have thought that nothing could be more important. Their passions had been their lives. To hell with anything else.
But now Oliver no longer devotes every waking second to plotting strategies and training. He finds time to plot their future together and walk through London hand in hand.
Percy still obsesses over work. Maybe he'll never stop. But now he lets Oliver pull him out of his shell and really live. He throws caution to the wind (in moderation, of course) because Oliver has taught him the beauty of random chaos.
Both still hold on to their passions so dearly. Both still have their obsessions and quirks. But both have learned that it's okay to have more than one passion.