To say Jesse slept like he was dead, especially under the influence, would be an understatement. He'd always had the ability to fall asleep anywhere and without concern for being woken up. It had been a bad trait to have in school certainly, but he'd learned to manage and bribed a house elf or two to help when he was really tired from quidditch.

The poking and the prodding was going unnoticed as he slumbered on, sleeping through her best efforts to be gentle about it. Gentle didn't often work with a sleeping Jesse. His mother had definitely slapped him more than once when he couldn't be roused. It was funny really.

Though he usually didn't dream while this out of it, he was vaguely aware of Fallon's presence subconsciously, thinking it a dream, but unable to do much about it, he continued to treat it as such. He rolled again, onto his side, knocking Fallon from her perch. He could feel the weight of her in the bed which was comforting and so he wrapped his arm around her like he would any other night and pulled her tight against him, all in his sleep.